Emily!

J: Baby, you have been so good this weekend, you are a very good girl and I am proud of you.
E: Yes, but I am not going to be as good as I can.
J: Why not?
E: Because it would be too much.

Wise men talk...

...because they have something to say. Fools talk because they have to say something. Grrr. I have this pet peeve that goes something like this: I pay a lot of money to be in school. And my opportunity costs are equally high. So if you are in class with me, don't waste my time by staring blankly at the prof when she asks a question. Similarly, I hate it when profs ask leading questions and then completely ignore the normal discussion participants in desperate hope that someone else will open his mouth. I'm pretty sure we all know that I'm a talker. In complaining to Ben last night he pointed out that there is a lot that can be accomplished by sitting and listening. He's right. I really wanted to argue, but he's right. The more I think about it, though, the more I worry. Ben has in no way EVER implied that I am a fool, but I do usually just have to say something in class. Maybe I'm missing out because I can't shut up.

One side of a phone call

"Okay, I am just going to fucking tell you straight up dude...whether she does or doesn't, stay away from her...I know...I know...and delete that shit from your phone so you don't call her the next time you get fucked up..."

Yesterday I was walking down the hall when I came across our Assistant Athletic Director looking out the door. "Do you see what I see?" he asked me. I looked, blinked, looked again to find that there were about 30 20-something boys running through the west Kyle Tunnel shirtless and wearing shorts and snorkel masks. Not just wearing snorkel masks, but breathing through them. Geez guys; I know its humid here but that seems a little extreme.

Insecurity

Ah, so I'm finally experiencing the rub of a long distance relationship. Actually, let's not pretend, I'd probably be like this in any relationship. Insecure that is. Yesterday I was suddenly overwhelmed with the fear that Ben was going to end things. He has NEVER said anything resembling break up talk. He's just been mentioning this other girl more frequently lately. I'm not jealous (well of course I'm jealous she gets to see him regularly and I don't, but I get to see more of him when I do see him). The thing is, I've met her. She's smart, and pretty, and funny. She works hard. She likes my boy. She doesn't have a kid, or an ex-husband. She lives in DC. Also, he's always in a good mood when he's spent some time with her. It all reminds me that there are other choices out there for Ben. When I get through all this insecure nonsense I'll feel pretty good because he still chooses me over all the others. In the meantime though, I have this fear that he might wake up and choose some other. What wouldn't I give to have him hold me RIGHT NOW so that I could feel his heartbeat and know I have nothing to worry about.

There's no crying in baseball

Yesterday I was a little blue. Well, actually, I was tired and therefor more bla then blue, but whatever. I thought of calling someone to come hang with me and cheer me up, but opted to aim for extra time doing homework. I was less than successful because I got distracted by A League of Their Own on TNT. I love this movie. In fact, I may need to own this movie. I spent less time on my reading than would have been optimal, but at least I perked up.