Waiting

So the rugby clinic was really fun. The trainer really knew her stuff, and it was nice to work out with the team a little. I fell and skinned my knees (Who plays rugby on a tennis court? As if the squash courts weren't bad enough.) but I was very tough about it. It's sort of awful looking, but not too painful.
For those of you that didn't know, I love the movie Cold Mountain. I think it's incredibly romantic, and it's historical, and full of Old South charm and Jack White playing the mandolin. It also makes me think that it's possible for people that didn't know each other very well to be loyal to each other through a long separation. The characters in this movie barely even spoke before Jude Law went to fight in the Civil War, but they thought about each other all the time, and he walked across the South with a hole in his neck to get to her. My situation isn't really comparable, obviously times have changed since the fictionalized-for-a-romantic-drama-movie-Civil-War, but the movie makes me think it's a possibility. They didn't even correspond very much, he only got two letters from her, and she didn't hear from him at all. True, it's easier to keep in touch these days, but I can ignore that when it gets in the way of the fantasy. I can't have a real relationship right now anyway, I'm going to Utah this summer, I live in NoHo most of the time, and Buffalo the rest, there's no home base where this boy could live and see me with enough regularity that I wouldn't over-analyze and ruin things. It's nice to have this idea of a boy though. I think the women's college experience would be a lot harder if I didn't have even the possibility that there was a boy waiting. In any event, I need to do homework so I can go watch this movie, cuz now it's on my mind.

Done

I don't think it's worth confrontation, but I don't want to see Ruth or Olga anymore. They aren't even remotely socially rewarding to spend time with, I would rather be alone than be with them. This is going to mean changing my schedule a little bit, but not in any way that will ruin my quality of life, or even effect me very much at all. I'll just eat Saturday brunch in Kings, and Tuesday and Thursday breakfast in Cushing, and I'll be in the clear. I don't even know why they sit with me, they don't like me. They don't talk to me, they don't wait until I'm done eating to leave, it's very annoying, because all they really do is sit at my table and make me feel unwelcome. I don't think I'll ever have to deal with them again after this semester though, so that's good. They're staying in the Quad, and I'm really hoping for Green or Elm Street.
Aside from unwanted social contact though, brunch was good. I had TWO bowls of oatmeal, it was glorious.

Surprise!

I couldn't think of a good lolcat for a possum, I'm very disappointed in myself. I saw one by the Campus Center last night, it was nuts. I don't know if I had ever seen a live possum before.

Anything Popping?

I almost couldn't sleep last night, my brain was going a mile a minute. I might have to put IC on the back burner for this semester. I want to talk to my HP about getting some interest, at least in The Rescue, and go from there. I talked to a girl that takes Swahili, she said it's easy, and she offered to sell me her textbook and tutor me.
I won't bore you all by posting every time I have an amazing yoga class, but I had a great one today. It was harder than Tuesday, but I loved it. I didn't call Lindsey, but she was there, along with her roommate and her roommate's sister. They were really nice, but it isn't crucial that you go with a friend. I don't think about anyone else when I'm doing yoga, it's very peaceful. We got sandwiches after class, but in a to-go sort of way, I ate mine in the library. It was delicious too, and it came with a nice spicy pickle.
I had a really nice day, but I'm so glad it's the weekend. I have a project due Monday, and some...other...work? Probably. There's a rugby clinic on Saturday, but that's pretty much it as far as plans go. I'd like to do some more rugby socializing, but I'm fine taking it as it comes. I think we'll probably at least get dinner after the clinic.
Things are good right now. I was going to go to the gym, but I think I'll go home instead. I want to go to yoga tomorrow morning, so I think I'll just shower and hydrate tonight. I'm glad I'm at Smith.

Boys Are Buttheads

The stupid jerk rugby men have changed the date for Alumni Weekend so now it conflicts with The Rescue of Joseph Kony's Child Soldiers. If I was in Geneseo I would totally yell at them. They also have it conflicting with Relay For Life, I don't know what they're thinking. I can't miss The Rescue, but I really really want to go to Alumni. It's sort of funny, because part of the reason I want to go is to see the boys, but I'm furious with them. I don't like them as much now that I'm not at Geneseo, I was looking at some pictures of the team on Facebook and they seem really gross and stupid. I want to see the girls' team though, and maybe get some time with JA if that's still going on in the spring. Stupid men's rugby ruins everything.
In other news, I've decided to take Swahili as my language. It makes sense, I want to go to Africa if I do the Peace Corp., and if I have some French and Swahili that's presumably where they'd send me. They offer it as U Mass, so I think I'll do that next year. It's part of my master plan to develop a bunch of unmarketable skills and be homeless. I was talking to my friend Erica earlier tonight, and she has a similar plan. She keeps changing majors, everything sparks her interest and enthusiasm, it's amazing. I love psych, but I'm not ready to commit. It's like marrying your high school sweetheart, I'm just starting my life, I want to do as much as possible.

Fasting

I'm someone that loves to eat, I don't mind admitting it. I enjoy food. The food at Smith is pretty good too, and I've gotten into an eating schedule that seems to work. I have energy to do my work and exercise, I eat dinner early because it's better for you, it's a good routine. Fasting today was not fun. I was ok for the morning, even though I'm big into breakfast. I figured I would just sleep late, so that worked out in my favor actually. Everything was fine until I went to Mass to get my ashes. A communion wafer is probably like one calorie, but it was enough to make my stomach growl all through Geology. It was sort of embarrassing, even if I don't know that anyone could hear it. The dinner options weren't great tonight, so I decided to just eat in my house because it was easiest. Breakfast for dinner is a lot less fun when you can't have the hot cross buns or chocolate chip pancakes, but I was really happy to eat anything. And now I'm full, so that's good. So here's my question: Should I consider peanut butter and jelly a sweet? I sometimes have a half a pb&j on white bread for dessert (don't judge), and it's certainly sweet. I didn't have one today, I'm still deliberating on whether it counts or not. I'm really glad there's so much fruit here, hopefully I'll get used to the whole fruit-as-dessert thing.

Friend Crush

Picture a white rabbit with a pierced eyebrow and blue eyes (and pretty, she's pretty, just sort of lapine looking.) and that's Lindsey. She is pretty much awesome, and I want to be her friend like whoa. We went to hot room yoga tonight (Not Bikram though, it's just yoga in a warm room. I loved it, it's better than Bikram.), and she's on rugby, and she wants to join the CIA after college, and she's awesome. I haven't felt this interested in anyone since I've been at Smith, I actually am really curious about her, and I could see her being a good friend. We might be yoga pals, we both really love the class. That would be great, cuz then we'd have that background before the season even started. She's going abroad next year (all year. boo.), but there's the whole semester still, which is nothing to sneeze at. I'm really hopeful this is going to be an actual friendship. I'm worried that I'm going to mess this up, I respond to almost everything she says with "That's great!" or, "That's so cool!", which sounds sort of insincere, but is actually not. Everything she said at dinner was actually cool and great, except for her stories about her pets dying (I responded appropriately to those stories though.).
Yoga was amazing. I bought a week's worth of classes, and I fully intend to buy more, cuz it is so bomb awesome. The instructor is great, he walks around the room during the class and helps you with the poses. This caused me to fall on my head at one point, but he took me by surprise, I'll be ready for it next time. I was sort of embarrassed at first, because I was the least dressed person in the room in my shorts and sports bra, but I got over it right away. It's hot in there, I don't get how people were comfortable in long yoga pants. I want to go back tomorrow, but I can't. I'll be there Thursday though. I don't know if it's easier than Bikram, but it is very very rewarding.