Dr. Stanford is prattling on about the scientific method and I am sitting concerned about the length of my battery. No. That's not a double entendre.
Things are going well at Baylor. Turns out I'm not going anywhere this weekend. I think LaRae and I are going to attempt a "poor couple's date" where we eat like beans and watch local cable channels. We are so Baylor...erm...
Living with Crawford has been awesome. I expected there to be some friction, but the coolest thing is, I don't have to worry about anything with him. He, like anyone I will ever live with, does things that annoy me. But! I can make fun of him about it, and he attempts a change. With others you have to figure out how to present it without being controversial and stuff. Crawford has a habit of leaving cabinet doors open, so, I simply walk into the bathroom, see that the cabinet is open, walk out of the bathroom, scream at the top of my lungs "CLOSE THE DAMN CABINET!!!!" He laughs and says "close it yourself!" But next time it's closed.
He's a funny boy though. A perpetual lover without anyone to love. He has rarely found anyone to pour his affection into. He has been at Baylor for less than a week and he has found one. Mike and I have been advising him to go "bawls-out." So, last night, we took her hoodie back to her, and he laid a single rose underneath it...
Just call me Cyrano.
Meetings tonight at 3,6, and 9. Huzzah!
After all of the painful things I've witnessed this week; from sorority girls to Baylor politics, expect a few bitter entries.
~J