Well I had one hell of an exicting week last week, running from professors, meeting the dean, and crying like a baby over a good man losing his job ten years ago to a lazy asshole who screwed me over academically and I guess mentally now too. I blame PMS.

Am I that uniquely hideous that the guy could recognize me from twenty feet away through a sheet of tinted glass on a very rare day where I had my hair in a high ponytail AND a headband??? Both of which are things I only do to my hair on a blue moon? And have never done together in the entire 3.5 years I've been here?
It sucks being an ugly weirdo.
Well, maybe just weirdo.
Wait, if you're weird, are you automatically ugly?
That's what I believed from 7th grade until two years ago, when I realized that maybe I was wrong.

The building I had class in at the time has nasty little bathrooms and the building next door has nice roomy ones with windows. Unfortunately next-door building is chem-e building. Oh great escape, you were not so great at all.

I think I'm kind of happy I was caught. It was kind of a game I'd play every couple of weeks or so, peeling off cork and knowing that they would be too proud to let the scar tissue mar the facade and move the paper over it. The new bulletin board is being paid for by me, and I insist this board be dedicated to the legacy of the guy who was fired, a legacy cut tragically short by the evils of short-sighted publish-or-perish dictate. I'll have to hammer that out with maintenance I guess. Dandy Randy better not cry about it, I'm basically buying the replacement for him.

I think I'm getting depressed again as a holdover from midterm stress, "getting caught", and allergy time. Oh, adorable former chem-e classmate saying hi to me last week walking around campus only made things worse. I swear I'm really fourteen. Confession: he's the only person I ever had a crush on who seems to feel mutually so about me. The key word, though, is seems. He's a handsome, intelligent, charismatic, outgoing, friendly person all-around and has a circle of friends of both sexes that could circumscribe the state of Pennsylvania. At best, I have maybe looks down out of all of those. Every time I see him I want to fall over, and then I begrudgingly tell myself that he's just being overly charismatic and/or outgoing.

I don't know if he knows I'm not in chem-e anymore. I don't know if he knows that of all the things I miss about chem-e, he's the one I miss most.

Oh, last thing, I might have squeaked into a shot during the channel 10 4:00 news. They came on campus because of March Madness. Unfortunately I have no way of knowing if I made it. Probably didn't. Probably just as well.