Nothing but Flowers
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
 
Happy Payday
Yay Cubbies!

My ops class on Monday was pretty good after all. The prof seems good, the class is talkative enough without being obnoxious. But when we had to form groups at the end of the class I did feel a little like the last kid picked on the playground.It's my own fault for being way too shy to actually succeed in the business world, but hey.

In case we ever doubted that Rush Limbaugh was an asshole...this article seems to indicate he's also racist.

Sometimes I hate Texas. not always. but when school bands play nazi anthems and wave nazi flags on Rosh Hashana my hate gets rekindeled.

Okay, my mom put me in charge of the following things for this party next week: invitations, RSVPs, music, and napkins. Simple, right? Mostly very simple, and lots of fun. But then there are the people who haven't RSVPd, the pianist who won't answer my emails (he confessed to being scared that we'll know way more showtunes than he--which is probably true of at least me and the bride and groom), and the fact that I'm being picky about cocktail napkins. All vaguely ridiculous. The pianist is a student at NEC who has played at parties for friends of my mom before and is reputably very talented, so he shouldn't worry. It's not like we're asking him to play on Broadway. and then there are my high school friends who haven't decided, evidently, if they're staying at my mom's house all weekend or at a hotel or some combination of both. Which isn't a huge deal, but my mom wants, reasonably, to know how many people she should expect to find crashed in her house when she gets back from her second wedding of the weekend on Sunday.

Also, it's really cold in my apartment. I resisted turning the heat on in September on general principle, but now that it's October I should suck up and deal. just when I was used to getting $5 gas bills.

Off to work. I have a new-school-year resolution not to let it get me as riled as last year. So far not so successful. Though Kesa did remind me last night that she "built that bandwagon" and she's gotten most of it out of her system so maybe I will too. Of course, she's a couple hundred miles removed from the daily reality.
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