Music: Can I Get A..., Jay Z
Mood: Grr...
Drinks: A glass of red wine (and more to come)
That's right. MotherFUCKING hell. Stupid Arnold 'I have no experience in politics' Schwarzenegger is Governor of California. Jaysis.
And here I am thinking it's all going to be hoity-toity and absolutely certain that Cruz Bustamante will win the election, as he should as the lieutenant-governor and apparent successor in the instance of such an event (i.e. a recall). True, Arnold is a v. moderate Republican whose views are at odds with most GOP members but - UGH! Do you see what I mean when I say I put principles before everything else?
It does not matter if the man is a good person, or a fine public speaker. The truth is he will always be known for being elected in such a frivolous way.
I knew I was dreading today for some reason. At first I thought it was because I was still limping, or because I had that lunch date with mi hijo, or that I was afraid of my training at the newspaper... How could this happen?
I will never, NEVER, understand the minds of voters. 'Primary Colors' made it all seem easy. Damn that book/film.
Nothing any of us can do now (except maybe recall Arnold next year) and hope he doesn't bugger the economy further. Hang on, I promised mi hijo I was going to throw something at the telly to show how disatisfied I was. *flings pillow* There we are.
Surprisingly, the first half of the day wasn't this heart-searing. In fact, my computer class with its gorgeous young Russian professor kept me awake. Imagine! Gah, the prof was quite fit. Tall and bespectacled, too. In fact, I wish I had paid more attention because my homework is due in a few minutes and I have not started it. Heh.
After class I browsed in the new bookstore for a birthday present. Sandra has turned twenty and to express regret that I could not attend her dinner or her party, I bought a guilt present. She has done nothing but show that Stitch doll off to those who drop by the flat. It's even funnier when she makes the Stitch noises.
As much as I would love to skiv off a night's worth of homework to attend her dinner, I remind myself that me arse is on academic probation. That's enough to get the ol' idle hands busy. And on Friday night I may have to work till twelve a.m. on the school paper. The same on Saturday and Sunday. Hey, at least I'm working!
I met mi hijo today at the Geology building. Last week he asked if we could meet someplace else. When I asked where, he said near the mammoth. After I whined most painfully, he corrected himself and said the geo lab. Believe me, I wasn't sure wot I was expecting as I stepped down the corridor. There was this older guy that was staring intently at me and paranoid that I am, wondered if I had somehow grew an extra head. It turns out his eyes, erm, weren't focused.
On the other hand, I chanced upon Jimmy of the lecherous gaze, today. UGH. If there were ever a person who can make me feel dirty with only a glance, it would be Jimmy-I-Can't-Shimmy. *shudders*
I thought of running along the hallway as I was already a few minutes (okay ten minutes) late. After the last classroom I turned right and stood somewhat confused in front of several glass displays. Where was the bloody mammoth? The drink in my hand wasn't helping matters either; cost a bloody $1.35 - the last amount of change I had. I walked slowly, glancing occassionally at the objects I held in my hands and sipped at the drink, looking like a Japanese tourist who has forgotten her camera. No one present looked like mi hijo, I thought, until someone moved from behind a pillar and came into view. I nearly dropped my things - at last, someone I recognised.
'You picked a really creepy place to meet,' I said. He smiled and shrugged his (broad) shoulders. Yes, there was something v. different about him. I just could not put a finger on it.
When I was standing outside the building a few minutes earlier, a quick panic attack ambushed me in the lane of deep thoughts. I tried to picture how he looked so that I wouldn't walk up to a total stranger.
My efforts were to naught and I could only remember a slightly shaggy-haired tall, skinny boy in a hideous baggy green shirt and khakis. I wish I could remember what he was wearing when I met him because tis surely different. Jeans and a rugby shirt, I think. I spent most of the time staring at his face.
That man has the nicest smile I have ever seen. On anyone! When he grins, he makes me want to preserve that feeling of butterflies fluttering in me. And such soulful eyes. Greenish-grey and sincere. And his hair! Erm, his hair was smoothed over. But it looked good. Humour me please, I do find how a man's hair appears to be important. The fact that it's a sandy brown colour affects me too, because the past 'serious' relationships have involved men who greatly resembled each other. No, not brothers - ew!
Point is, I think he is 'sweet on me'. Not 'fancy' because we're too far away for that. I don't think I 'fancy' him either. He's utterly charming and an enigma, but as anything more than a friend it will take a while. And meanwhile, I think I shall look elsewhere for comfort.
Oh lord, the Daily Show is taking the mick out of the California election. *giggles* He did not call Arnold a Hitler groper! *bursts into laughter*
Erm...That would be my cue to start on the homework.
One last thing: all the recent movies I've seen have such great boyfriends - that's it, me and the roommate each need to find a nice Jewish boy.