Toast Monster

I am...
nobody's mother and nobody's wife
a writer
a thinker
a lover
a violist
crazy
skating on thin ice
joyful
Hispanic
an eater of green chile
a maker of damn good tortillas
New Mexican
a Reedie
short
a child of the night
almost blind

That is what I wrote during the MRC meeting, but more about that later. For now, how about adding "bitchy" to that list? I almost did when I was writing it, but I hesitated for a moment, and during that hesitation I got another idea and that led to others and I forgot about "bitchy." But I remembered it later, after I got home, when my roommate told me about a conversation with that ex of sorts, wherein he asked if I hate him and apparently said he feels bad about possibly treating me badly because last semester was just bad for him, and so on. And I realized anew just how bitchy I've been to him, trying to push him far, far away. And it was effective. Maybe a little too effective. And lately I've been really sarcastic, but that has absolutely nothing to do with my attitude toward him or anyone; I'm just generally very sarcastic. I was weaned on sarcasm. My family has always been sarcastic with each other. So, it's actually a good sign that I can be sarcastic with this person. But he still annoys the hell out of me, with his trying-to-be-playful mock punching me, which really annoys me because I have no idea why he's doing that and I don't like it anyway. Grr! Boys suck.

Anyway, there was the MRC meeting, which was freakin' awesome. We actually had a discussion meeting, instead of dealing with business the whole time and then leaving the meeting tired and not very satisfied. This meeting was very satisfying. We did an activity wherein we took five minutes to write about how we identify ourselves, and then we drew names from a box and took five minutes to write about the person whose name we drew. Then we went around and read what we wrote about others, talked about it, and then went around and read what we wrote about ourselves. It would have been nice to have gotten to hear how other people think of me, particularly someone who doesn't know me that well, but, unfortunately, there was a bit of a mistake. Dylan, who had written everyone's names down on little pieces of paper, forgot my name, so that when the box got around to the almost-last person, there was only one name left, and it was his own. So then Dylan fixed the problem by putting my name in, but the person who got it thought it said "Dan" and so had a very hard time for those five minutes. So, I didn't get to hear a description of myself from someone else's point of view. It would have been nice, though, because the guy who drew my name doesn't know me well at all, and I think he's rather good-looking and he has a nice, deepish voice. (Yeah, that may sound silly, but oh well.) It might have given some insight into what he's like, which would be nice to know. He seems nervous much of the time, always serious, and doesn't laugh or smile much. So, it made me very happy that the first thing I saw when I looked up from my paper after reading what I had written about myself was a big smile on his face. It's such a good feeling when you've caused someone to smile or laugh. Unless it's at your expense, that is. The rest of the discussion was just as good. There was a lot of laughter. I don't think we've ever had a meeting before that was that much fun. I'm glad the meeting was such a good part of my day. Most of the rest wasn't that great. I slept until eleven and decided it really wasn't worth it to get up and rush to get dressed and dash off to Hum conference, so I got up and did other things. I was still kind of tired, but I had work to do, so I read, which was the only thing I felt capable of doing. I did go to Tai Chi, but only to the beginning class. I skipped the intermediate because I felt like I should be doing work instead of going to a class that is, for me, optional. When I got back to my dorm I was hungry and exhausted, so I ate a snack and wasted an hour, then I took a nap. When I got up from my nap, I felt so much better and was able to finish my Logic homework which is due tomorrow. Then there was the wonderful MRC meeting. It was a long one, and so I didn't get to go over to the IMC and do the listening for my string quartet class tomorrow. I feel so bad for not being prepared because I wasn't exactly prepared for class on Tuesday either. and the IMC opens at nine, which is when Bio lecture starts. And then my class is right after Bio lecture. So, I think I'll skip Bio lecture, which is about human development and for which I've already done the reading, in favor of being prepared for a class that I care about and is fun.

And with that, to bed go I.

Oh, and the Toast Monster I refer to in the subject comes from an incident in the social room when I got back from the meeting. Anji was making toast in the oven, and when she went to get it out, one of the pieces fell and disappeared. We couldn't figure out where the heck it went. Turns out that it fell into the drawer under the oven and under one pot into another. Very strange.