(October 17, 2011)
I'm sorry I didn't manage to email you already. I'm more sorry that you're going to get this email of epic random timing at some point during the week, if you happen to get it at all before next Monday :) Ha, sorry, genuinely. I don't have a ton of time right now - I'm between classes and I should be using this time to reread for the fourth or fifth time my Physical Chemistry Supplement on electron spectroscopy and study my notes from the aforementioned class. That's electrons jumping from orbital to orbital, in case you were curious.
And on the rather significant chance that you were wondering about the precise meaning of this email's subject line, my brain is being sandpapered away daily by school, and I'm convinced that I won't have any grey matter left after this semester. My brain is also a lot more wooden and a good deal less malleable than I previously believed, apparently. This semester is kicking my butt.
But never fear, in the end, I shall prevail!!! Probably. Hopefully
Since I only have about twenty minutes, give or take, this note is going to be all about my life. Never fear, I shall send you things of a more profound nature in the near future, but for now, I need a distraction. Rest assured, I will answer your questions. I just haven't told you anything for four weeks, and that is possibly the longest time in our friendship that you've been lucky enough to go without my self-analysis at length. Which is a travesty, it is.
Besides, you really just have to hear about my marvelously awesomely hilarious blind date :)
Last Saturday night - two days ago: my guy friend who set us up (engaged to one of my former roommates) said that he had a friend who was wonderfully sarcastic and that the two of us would get along famously. We tripled with this guy friend and his fiance and another of their friends (they're mission buddies) who's married. Quick recap, in case the full meaning of that didn't quite sink in: Married couple, engaged couple, couple on a blind date. Dahahahahaha.
We went out to dinner, then went and did corn mazes and haunted corn mazes and such at Thanksgiving Point.
The evening began with all the typical awkwardness and interview-style interrogation of a blind date. As it progressed, though, this kid began to pull out the sarcasm. He was funny. Definitely. But also sarcastically arrogant. I didn't mind, but the more sarcastically arrogant he got, the more I teased him, until I was ruthlessly and hilariously (in my opinion, anyway) throwing down most things he said. Everything got a snappy retort and most statements were refuted with rapid-fire rebuttals and an enormous, self-satisfied grin.
(Of course that's exactly how it happened, with absolutely no exaggeration. Don't even think about doubting me).
He actually kind of loved it. I was essentially just snapping him in half with every opportunity he gave me, and they weren't exactly few, but he seemed to find it entertaining. He told me that I was "the feistiest girl he'd ever met." Which I, quite unsurprisingly, loved. Mostly, I just loved that date because it was so entertaining. Besides, he was attractive, giving off attracted-to-me vibes, and I got to plaster myself all over him when we went through the haunted things (which was actually more because I was genuinely scared than I'd like to admit.) Unequivocally the most hilarious and grand blind date ever. Doubt he'll call me again, because I think he found me somewhat exhausting, but I really do not care.
Anyhow. Must leave for Physical Chem, in which I will take yet another quiz worth five points on which I may well get another four out of five score, and thus chip just a little more away at my final P Chem grade.
Disgruntled sigh.
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