So this past week was just chock full of filing, filing, and more filing. I got back from home on Tuesday, had Wednesday to workout n' stuff, and then scampered back to HLS on Thursday and Friday. Now, I presently work part time in two different jobs. I work for HLS still as a general office assistant and I am going to start working at the Perkins School for the Blind on Tuesday. It's basically 5 hours 2 days a week, which is not ideal since I'd really rather work the *whole* week and stop having my parents pay for groceries, but I'll take what I can get. Turns out I'm not the only one that thinks getting a job in Boston is hard. Moving on, so now I only work 2 days at HLS, this past Thursday and Friday and the Monday and Tuesday preceeding that. So I've been out of the office for about a week. I return on Thursday and there must be over 1,000 applications for me to file. Just sitting there in alphabetical piles. Not all one alphabet, mind you, but maybe 15 different 100 count ones. At least 100. *sigh* Not that I expected anyone to do any of it, since I suspect that when they DO have the time to file, they just push papers around looking like they're doing something. Mind you, I definitely don't blame them and it's a little hypocritical for me to complain since this is what I signed up for, but YIKES.
Anywhom, Friday was also a red-letter day. Oliver came to pick me up from work so that we could go have lunch together, which we manage to do once a week more or less. As he approached me from 50 ft away on the Law School campus, I gleefully pointed and yelled out "Muuuuuuuuuurse!!!!" in the most sing-songy voice I can manage. Then we proceeded to go to one of my favorite lunch spots, not only for its high quality food but also cheap nature, Campo di Fiori in the Square. I love that place. So awesome. And ruined forever. Of course Trekkie was there. Why would he eat anywhere else? Millions of places to eat in the Square and he happens to be getting his food TO GO at the same time I waltz in with Oliver. I stop dead about 15 ft away and say in a strangled voice to Ov, "Arghhhhh!!! Ponytail!!!!!!" Oliver moves his murse aside to put his arm around me in a most cavalier and boyfriend-like fashion, considering he hates it when I tell him he has a murse. Murse!
Anyway, we siddle up to the window, and I specifically refuse to look anywhere but at the nice Brazilian lady gathering my iced tea together, but that doesn't last very long since Trekkie has to retrieve his food about 10 inches from where I'm standing. I need to have a discussion with my parents about teaching me in my childhood not to be rude. And I'm going to preface my interaction with the Trekkie with an explanation of my mood. I was tired. Hella tired. I had filed for 2 days straight and it really wasn't getting anymore interesting. My break consisted of entering data in Excel because I was that heinously bored. I was not in the correct mood to have an awkward conversation. So I didn't:
"Hey, Meg!"
"Hi."
*awkward pause*
"I see you have a sandwich."
"Yeah it's one of two cheapest places I can eat in the Square."
".... Okay."
"Yeah I like it."
"..."
*30 seconds of awkward silence*
"Oliver and I are going to eat here. I see you have food to go."
"Yeah I have errands."
"...."
"See you on the walk home."
"What?"
HELLO CREEPY!!!! See you on the walk home?!??! See you as I watch you sleep from outside your bedroom window wearing nothing but a trashbag, a tophat, and some socks??? Even Oliver, who admits himself that he's not the most perceptive chap on the block, said it was the most awkward social interaction he has ever been privy to. So now I have proof from a friend that I'm totally right about this guy and, additionally, that I have the worst luck possible. Literally, the absolute worst.
In another news, many of my out-of-town college friends are coming into town this weekend to see the Brahms Requiem. I'm really excited and not very happy at the same time. I began to get the vibe a long time ago that I didn't particularly gel at the larger group social gatherings, although people have been perfectly nice about it. I would say that it's my own insecurities rearing their ugly heads, but too many things have been brought to my attention at one point or another of how I've messed up. My immediate reaction is to not leave my apartment this weekend except for the concert, which you would have to use tasers to keep me away from. Hooray for low self-esteem! *cough* We shall see about that whole going out thing. Mayhap a Deep Blue Sea marathon? Honestly, do super intelligent sharks ever get old? I think not. Does playing fetch with Kitty and my half eaten necklace? Yes.
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Nooooooononono you cannot hide with superintelligent sharks all weekend long. I am afeared of the superintelligent sharks in "Deep Blue Sea" because they think nothing of biting SLJ in TWAIN in the midst of his inspiring speech. So if you hide with them, I will be reduced to cowering in terror behind the couch with kitty and your half-eaten necklace... and then I will not see you (because cowering involves scrunched-up eyes), and then I will weep. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!
You don't want that on your conscience now, do you?
meg if i do not get to see you because you are watching movies about super-intelligent sharks, so help you god i will slap your shrunken chest around like two rag dolls.
believe that.
UNLESS! you are getting ass, then will not seeing you be acceptable. but just barely. and it better be a lot of ass.
ps. what's "murse?"
I am ass-free as far as I am aware. In more ways than one, incidentally. My trainer has been designing butt exercises. *sigh* And "murse" is a man purse. Like moobs are man boobs and mipples are functionless.
HAHAHAH Oliver has a murse???
Not just any murse, a murse that is *the exact same bag* as a bag that I took around Europe, but in a different color. He claims I bought a man-bag in the first place. Pffft.
I suppose everyone must submit to Fashion's siren song at some point.
Anyway, how do you know Trekkie doesn't read your blog? That would be fawesome.
I was sitting in my room at 1am, and I thought to myself: "Hm! I haven't read Meg's blog in a while..."
So that is exactly what I did. I read Meg's blog. And it was fun. I now know far more about her life than she knows about mine.
Good luck on the Brahms Requiem! I'm doing it too, two weeks from Thursday. Mulk is coming down for it. Maybe that's not interesting...but maybe you Collegiites do care about what your old friends are up to. I'll think of you all getting together this weekend...
I heard a rumor that Jim asked Pete(r) to come and perform in our Brahms Requiem as well. Confirm or deny, Pete(r)?
Jim did ask me...but I declined because:
1). I wasn't sure that he was serious...it was via e-mail, and he wasn't making very much sense.
2). I am in the middle of final exams. But good luck! I wish I could join you all...
Mipples aren't functionless, they work just as well as wipples, after a little teasing.
Selig sind, die da leit tragen!!
I LOVE Brahms' Requiem! Damn these final exams...
Joe won't carry a murse.
meg weathers, it makes me die a little inside to know that you were not looking forward to seeing many of your out-of-town friends. that said, i am beyond glad that you shelved that nonsense last weekend. i can't even imagine the dynamic of the '04 hrcm-junky group without you, so enough with this "no gel" hogwashery. you may disagree, but from where i stand you are gellin' like magellan.
Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
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