dude, i’m supposed to be reading e-reserves. for those of you unfamiliar w/ the notion, e-reserves are an unnatural phenomenon which occurs when professors decide that legibility makes reading too easy and scan printed material online. the assumption, i gather, is that everything here should be challenging; otherwise we students will tire and transfer to princeton ( target=”new” title=”eating clubs, for god’s sake”>Why?). but having billions of polisci pages to read is worse than knowing you have to read them on a computer screen, on adobe acrobat no less, squinting as you pull down w/ that doofy little hand. yuck.
i was thinking today about how passive-agressive i can be. i say incendiary things to people, hoping they’ll start a fight so that i can then say what i really want to. i could start the fight myself, dammit — why don’t i? haven’t quite figured that part out. besides, the majority of the time, the person whom i’m trying to instigate into instigating a confrontation usually doesn’t get it and my ire shrugs, yawns, and wanders in another direction.
also today, i discovered that the same nite i dreamt liz asked me to come over b/c she was upset and i told her i’d be right over (only naturally i couldn’t be), she actually was upset. talk about psychic links.
dinner tonite was funny and fun. i luv my barnies. and lana, who called, and ben, who called but didn’t leave his cellphone number (not ben-the-bunny; other ben, ben my oldest guyfriend. oh hell, here’s a picture: ) and i luv ben I, the bunny — i took a beyond-words picture of him and it’s now hanging up on my computer in my room. every time i look at it, i smile like a fool. i am a fool.