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Let's see. OMFG, Psych. Shawn/Lassiter? OFFICIALLY ALMOST CANON.

( Spoiler of part of one line for Lassie's Done a Bad Bad Thing that's hardly worth cutting but I'll do it anyway. )

O AND. I think I may have been getting cruised by some chick at the gym for illicit gymshower sex. Chances are that I totally misread things and it's going to turn out that I'm going to find out that she kept giving me looks because I sit next to her in chemistry or something, but it's a funny story either way. Seriously, though--there was so much eye contact that if I were watching us on TV, I'd have totally been convinced that we were together (see Karen and Jules above, LOL). And when I got off the treadmill, she followed not too long after into the locker room, then she sort of, idk, meanders past into the shower area after catching my eye. Like for illicit gym shower sex. She wasn't really my type (idk what my type is--fictional, I suppose, LOL), plus I'm not the type for illicit gym shower sex, so I just sort of kept putting my sweatshirt and coat on (it's freaking cold here--wind chill's been double digits below zero a couple of times lately--so even though that was miserable for the first 10 minutes or so while I was still hot from exercising, in the long run the bundling up was worth it), and after a few minutes she came out of the shower room. As in, having gone in there for no apparent reason except illicit gym shower sex. Like I said, prolly totally misinterpreting/hyperinterpreting stuff, but I suppose you had to have been there because it's hard to describe all the signals, but I actually seriously think that this may have been what was happening. And that's my story.

IL how BSG credits are spoilers. Fail, giving the 5th Cylon his/her own whole screen on the end credits a few seconds after I pop over to check out the SG-1 on after the premiere. Just got done watching the rerunning of the premiere, though (as Psych was during the first run), but I didn't realize it was on so I still missed the first 15 minutes or so. And spent most of the episode writing an email to my brother and otherwise fiddling with the computer, so I'll really have to watch it again to get it.

Fail at how a few days after getting back, my internet is dead here. The wired box all of a sudden decided to fail--luckily, I'm on the 8th floor, the lobby of which has wi-fi, so I can catch that on and off but it's weak and crappy. And I wasn't sure what the problem was at first, so I didn't put in a work request until Friday afternoon, which means with the weekend and the backlog of more important jobs (one of the other buildings flooded in the middle of the week--as in multiple floors; fifth floor had 4 inches and everything below got soggy--so most of the maintenance people are still prolly on that) that will inevitably be there for them on Monday, I've got no idea when it'll get fixed.

Oh my god.

I wrote a sort of current event review paper thing for polisci about this study published that says that not only is there a strong correlation between winners of elections and physical attributes, but consistently in head-to-head fictional matchups, women were rated less competent.

( Said quickiepaper with more info on the study )

This goes on the message board thingie for the class, and somebody actually wrote a response piece (as we're required to do). I say again, oh my god. You've just got to read it.

( ' I think the biggest factor is that women, for the most part, have things to do that are more important to them.' )

Thank you for an excellent essay? No, sir. You do not get the privledge of thanking me for writing an excellent essay because you know what? Not only do your arguments make no sense, as they're organized in some kind of crazyland kind of way, they're wrong. And I could appreciate your arguments if they were at least, you know, decent, but they're not. I see where you're trying to go with the societal stigma against the working woman, but you didn't get there.

And the worst part is that this is one of the best essays I've seen posted on there. (Admittedly, I've not nearly read them all, and a moment ago I just flipped open to one that's actually good, but still.) Such is the caliber of my honors college political science class. Le sigh.

I remarked upon a person, a bit ago, eating raisins and drinking grape juice. Does it not occur to you that there's a more direct way to do that? Say, eating a grape? Idk, just seems like a waste of effort on somebody's part (galactic energy, let's say) to separate the juice from the flesh and then eat them both.

Neighbor guy is outside washing off the carport again. At least it's not raining right now (though it's humid enough that it could and you probably wouldn't notice).

Michelle Trachtenberg in next week's TV guide? Really hot. They got a great shot of her in there. I usually just think she's pretty, you know, cutesy; they've got her all up with the smokey eyes and such. I was trying to pull the picture off of the TV guide website, but it's not up yet.

I'm being bitched at to get a job now that volleyball's over (as is school), but all the ones I want aren't working out. The one at the YMCA needed me to be 21 (as do many of even the grocery store positions--you can't do anything but push shopping carts around or bag stuff until you're old because all the stores sell alcohol now), the one at the bank needed money handling experience (which, while I'm good with money, I don't actually have time records backing me up on), the grocery store we shop at (because I figure if I'm going to get a shitty job, might as well get one where I might get a discount my family can use) isn't hiring, etc., etc. Tis frustrating, this.

My allergies have been kicking my butt lately. They’ve been bad for a week or two now, but mostly in the headache plus scratchy throat accompanied by the occasional sneezing bout and uncontrollable runny nose kind of way. Which, now that I list it all, sounds like a lot, but still. And then my chest was kinda tickly all last night, like I had to cough. Woke up this morning with full-out massive chest congestiony symptoms. Not the goodish kind where you can actually cough and make yourself feel better by getting something out—it doesn’t feel like I’m actually clogged up at all, I just have the cough tickle and the sort of labored breathing, you know?

Fail, I say. I was afraid this morning that it was because I was getting sick and not just allergies, but as it hasn’t really gotten worse throughout the day, I’m assuming not. Which is good, because I’m tripping down to Columbia (‘bout 2 hours away) on a bus with the fakey!minimed people for another leg (the last one, thankfully) of the program.

Which should be interesting. It’s all day Sunday and Monday morning. Which doesn’t make me happy in itself, because I’m only going because a) it’s free and b) we’re shadowing doctory people on Monday, but the doctoryshadowing is only a few hours. The longest part (the Sunday bits) are almost all going to be me vs. the idiots (I’m sorry that sounds pretentious and snotty and horribly bitchtastic, but they’re so dumb) on some fictional case study they’ve got going on.

That, and the schedule is really weird. Meaning I’m worried about my nutso sleeping and the food stuff. I’m afraid that every meal is going to be shitty and unhealthy and pizza and such (at least one of them is pizza, another is something else in a food court-esque place, etc.) not to mention provided at times where I’m not at all hungry, and I’m going to end up not being able to eat all weekend. I planned on bringing some soup and veggies and other healthy food type things along, since the hotel we’re in has both a microwave and a fridge in every room (it’s freaking swank—we’re talking more than $100 a night standard rates for this place) but it turns out we’re only going to actually get to the hotel for the first time after 9:30pm on Sunday and leave again (presumably not to return) really early on Monday to go do more stuff. Which restricts what I can bring along with me, because that means we’re probably leaving our clothes and stuff on the bus while we do most of the stuff, meaning I’d have to lug whatever food I wanted to bring for the day on Sunday around with me. Along with whatever food they provide that I decide to stash in my bag for later rationing/sharing/saving until I’m hungry—necessary because I’ve been eating my biggest/highest caloric meal around 2am lately because I’m fail like that, and when I screw with my system too drastically I get migraines, which would really manage to ruin the weekend in a lickedysplit type manner.

But yes. Yay for that in a not-so-much-yay type of way. The shadowing will hopefully make up for it, providing I got matched with somebody in the emergency department. If I’m chasing around somebody from the path lab, I’m going to be pissed. Because I have to call my boss today (I’ve been putting it off because I feel bad because I know I’m really leaving him in the lurch) and tell him that sorry, I can’t work on Sunday night because I’m going to be out of town, and since I don’t have anybody who can cover for me . . . sosorry. I want him to just call the coaches of the volleyball teams and ask them if we can cancel Sunday and tack another day on the schedule at the end, because that way I still get paid, but idk if that’ll happen. He’ll prolly either get one of his daughters to sit up there and just keep score (since I’m pretty sure none of them can ref) or try to do it himself. Still. Prefer, I would, the money.

Got free tickets from school to a baseball game for Tuesday evening, which might be nice. I’m not interested in baseball, really, but just going out to the thing is most of the fun. It’s for the Character Council (promoting character education, blah, blah) thing I’ve been sort of taking the lead on this year. Which I’ve been really enjoying, actually. I’ve developed a quite nice relationship with one of the administrators (Mr. S.) that is in charge of the program because of it—he really recognizes both the work I’ve been doing and that I’ve got interest in doing it and has been seeking me out for other leadershippy things, both related and not, which makes me rather proud. Plus, he’s just a pretty awesome guy all around—I was in his office yesterday on a conference call to give feedback on a panel/conference on cyber bullying that I went to back in October through the Council, and afterwards we were talking about everything from school policy on things to his personal history; he reminds me a bit of my dad—managed to turn things around from a poor family where nobody went to college and barely graduating high school (him)/having to drop out of college to work (my dad) to having several degrees and working in education and co-owning a swanktastic French restaurant (this is where my dad diverges, because unfortunately, this is not a possession of ours, LOL) and such. And we (there was another girl in there for the feedbacking too; actually the daughter of my theatre teacher of previous years, point of interest) were talking about religious stereotypes—she’s Southern Baptist, which people hear and go “OMG, conservative”, as with my Catholicism; Mr. S.’s grandparents were Orthodox Jews but were unexpectedly really cool with him marrying a Gentile, etc. And he bought us sodas afterwards, which was the cementer him into the winnage column.

But Character Council leadershippyness continues, as we’ve got some kind of national character award evaluator people coming in week after next and I’ve been fingered to be one of the two smarmy, lead them around type people, which is a big deal because most of their information about us and what we do is thus going to end up coming from me and my choices of places to take them to see “character in action”. Kinda high-pressure when I think about it. Which is why I’ve been choosing not to as of yet.; Mr. S.’s going to take me through a bit of what they want to hear, what it’s going to be like, that kind of thing on Thursday, methinks--after we have the discussion period on Wednesday that we’re going to part-reproduce/part-critique when the guys come the week after. The day the national people are coming is the day of the all-day Special Olympics thing that I’ve done for the past couple of years, though, which makes me sad, because I really like doing that and I’m going to have to miss it. I don’t think I got to do it last year either because of some big test I had that day, so doublesuckage.

Indeed. I’ll be leaving for home in a few minutes, then it’s callage of the volleyball boss, then to Shop N’ Save to return the nectarine that they shafted me on; $1.07 for one piece of fruit, which is frakking outrageous in the first place, but then it was totally worthless because it had been frozen and had that nasty, ex-frozen, mealy texture—no way I wasn’t taking that back. When I went by last night, though, the lady couldn’t give me my money back because it was after the hours that the customer service/cashbox desk was open and policy was to not give any cash back then (why she couldn’t slip me a freaking dollar out of the register, idk) and they didn’t have any new nectarines to swap it with (not that I’d really want to anyway—when one’s frozen, chances are the whole batch has been exposed to the same conditions). Should be a new batch today, she said in between being bitchtastic (it’s always the same lady when I go there after going to the gym, and she’s always got this huffy, exasperated attitude that really pisses me off), so I might just swap the fruit out, but idk if I want to chance having to do the whole thing again if this one’s bad too.