So. I probably shouldn't download games on to the university's computers. But I'm dying here! Zone has a new game out, and my one drawback of the otherwise stellar Firefox is that I can't do my gaming. It's quite horrible.
So, I was pissy for a long time last night, not for any special reason, other than I was prodded into an argument that I didn't really care to be in. In any case, it caused me to sleep poorly and wake up before my alarm clock went off. Or maybe it was the little black cloud over my bed that woke me, all thundery and such. Like Pooh. And I somehow managed to lose my student ID on the way from my apt to the bus stop. It's like 40 feet. So hopefully roomie finds it for me, or someone turns it in to the office. If not...no ballgame for me tonight. And that really would suck. Because we play Purdue tonight, and I think it'd do my heart good to see IU on the giving end of a slaughterfest. We're fighting desperately now, to stay alive and well for dancing, but I just don't know. If we beat Michy St. and come out with a decent showing in the Big 10 tourney, we've got a chance. Well, when I say we have to beat the Spartans, I mean, really, that we have to win out. And I think that's our toughest game left. Thank god we don't play Illinois again. I'm sure we'lll see them in the tourney. That's the way Hoosier luck goes. Besides, Illinois could use a loss. I'd love to see our boys stick it to 'em.
As I was stomping to class this morning, though, I guess I didn't look as stormy as I felt, because I got stopped by a mom. :) And it made me smile, the way she put her hand on my shoulder and asked, "Honey? Do you know where seventh street is?" She and her daughter were horribly turned around, it seemed, standing out in front of the Union, and she picked me to ask. So I pointed them in the right direction, and just like that, my black mood was gone. It made me happy, the way she called me 'honey'. The way they looked a little more sure of themselves after I told them where to go. And poetry reunion is on. It's on like honky chong. Set for April 1st, the day of fools. I'm highly amused by that. How lovely is shall be to get sloshed with a pack of poets.
Oh, and my hair dye worked this time. It's not drastic at all, and I think, if someone didn't know to look for it, they couldn't even notice. But I, the owner of the hair, can definitely tell. And it makes me feel a little mysterious, like I'm a little bit of a different person now. Maybe I am. Maybe that's why the mood struck me last night the way that it did.
Another short thing. I pulled out my new book, Eye of the World, by Robert Jordan, today before class, and this boy looks at the cover, looks at me, and says, "Hmm. I wouldn't have pegged you a Jordan fan." And I had another guy talk to me about it also. So, Christy is right, these books make friends. Still, I can't help but wonder what he meant when he said I didn't seem like a Jordan fan. Because I'm female? Because I don't look like a RPG kid? Because I don't look like I read or enjoy fantasy? I have no idea. And it's a little unsettling, say true.