not your average walking-down-green-street-every-night-drunk-off-my-a*s psychology major who has never left Illinois

today i walked through a community college to get to my german class (cm, no te conté de mi clase de aleman porque me daba verguenza ;-). on the way there i had to walk by a few people studying at tables. it made me miss being a student; it made me want to go back to school.

WHAT? you may be thinking. after all my complaints about how hard physics was, about all the late nights and stacks of paper necessary to finish a 335 homework, about consistently scoring below a seventy percent on exams and never being worried about it because the curve would take care of me, i kind of miss being a student.

i wasn´t just a normal student - i was a physics major. yes, it was hard, the most difficult activity to which i have submitted myself in my life (cross country was challenging, but it had its physical rewards... physics only benefited my mind, and after college i am back in the same school district that raised me making much less than what i´m worth, so how much has it really benefited me?). whenever i met someone new, and the small talk led to our respective areas of study, i was always met with the same reaction: some variation, though always with eyes wide open, of "OH MY GOD you must be SO SMART!" even though it was pretty much the same thing every time, i think i liked that distinction. i couldn´t tell you if it intimidated people, but i think it might have gotten in the way of things for me, which is good or bad depending on what i´m looking for. good if i´m looking for boyfriend material (and not just action) because i´ve weeded out all those who are not at the same intellectual level that i am (not saying that i´m that smart or anything, but i´m not your average walking-down-green-street-every-night-drunk-off-my-ass psychology major who has never left Illinois), and i have higher standards. bad if i´m only looking for action because (majoring in something hard) has given me higher standards, which makes it harder to find acceptable booty call material (don´t know what term you would use for if a girl called a guy looking for action so i´m left with the male-calling-female verson). not that i LOOK for booty call material. but if i were GOING TO it would be hard.

anyhow this is getting random and stupid.

in other news, ferris buelher sent me an email after a long time. he is coming to chicago this weekend and wanted to know if i would like to get together friday or saturday? ferris buehler was a lawyer, and the first of a sting of two-week-long argentine pololos (haha those bastards are going to hate me for using a chilean word!). novios doesn´t work because they were never my boyfriends, just boys i dated. i only managed to date two boys at once when i was dating ferris. of course this only lasted one week, so it kind of doesn´t count. i went to the same cinema with Felipe (super hot and bow legged but he had a scratchy voice and a tongue that was kind of pointy and felt like a cat´s) that i had gone to with Ferris three days before. then ferris called it quits, but we kept in touch because he was already planning on coming to the states for his MBA. oh, i refer to him as ferris because he kind of looks like ferris b. and his last name is ferrari. and ferris b´s day off is my favorite movie ever! anyhow, i wrote him back but haven´t gotten any response yet. oh, he was the only one to ask me to marry him. haha, not seriously, but once he asked me, so how long do i have to wait? and i said, for what? and he said, to marry you? hahaha i don´t even remember how i responded. but if that´s his way of being canchero it seems a little deranged. it´s not a very subjective comment. something like, you look stunning, is subjective and very easy to get out of. something like, i want to marry you, is a little bit more difficult to wiggle your way out of. i think i need another post just to explain this. but i´m too tired and i´m dirty so i have to go to sleep and get up early to bathe. the worst part about cold weather is taking your clothes off in a cold room! ugh... if only i had some incentive for getting out of bed and making myself presentable.