in which our hero has a mediocre time at the bar

i REALLY like the new fashionista blog. i like that it's a fashion blog that is somehow obliquely related to gawker - it makes it feel less shallow. it just posted about how to copy chanel's new nailpolish shade.

yesterday i thought i had a conference with my precalc professor, and so i went down there, and i was waiting outside and i think i shocked him or something...he was coming out of the bathroom and i was standing right there. he then told me he specifically said, conferences start NEXT week. oh well.

then katie and i went out to THE WESTCHESTER MALL ahaha which is the dumbest mall ever. katie needed to buy a new computer, so we went to the apple store and she bought a new white macbook. i tried on these great flats, but they were 110 dollars and i ruin flats in 3 weeks, so i felt bad about buying them. they were great though. mom probably would have told me to get them, but i get so guilty.

last night was thursday night, so we headed out to the malthouse around 11. there were SO many girls! i don't think i've ever seen so many females in one place, literally. mind you i've never had much of an issue with the SLC 80% female population - whatever. but last night, watching that tiny little room fill up with more and more screeching, maniacal hipsters..i almost had to leave, it was so overwhelming. things are weird with my friends, the bar is always weird because it's a tiny room filled with 50-75 people that you know, but don't necessarily have things to talk about with for longer than 30 mins. and last night was freshman heavy (when i was a freshman i NEVER would have been caught dead at this nasty bar), and so there was a lot of awkward grinding and cranberry juice. also this freshman who was making out with this androgynous girl and slow dancing to the stupid 90s dance songs while people were trying to talk around them. kept making eye contact with me. that's the worst, because then you feel like its YOUR fault. i dunno. i met this norwegian girl who spoke swedish with me - when i could reply she screamed super loud. she seemed nice. we were the last people to leave - katie told me that the bartender had just made her a come shot --- vodka, and a little bit of bailey's? that bar is class all the way, im telling you. we went outside and it was SO COLD. i think it got down to 9, which really isn't all that cold but with the blasting wind and humidity was ICY. i came home and made some easy mac, which i ate while i watched the last 15 minutes of an episode of house. that house. i would treat him right if given the chance.

i'm trying to decide how to make this semester work...my rejection letters will be arriving in 6 weeks, so maybe i should disappear until 2 weeks afterwards, so no one will remember to ask? my 3d professor basically told me i was screwed with such low math scores. it sucks that you can get all As and great verbal scores and still get rejected. it also sucks that i spent so much time on this endeavor. right now i wish i could just got back to dallas and go to bed. but here i am, a lab monitor until 4. and then we have to go to this party tonight. and its called "submission." IM SO EMBARRASSED FOR MYSELF