9.19.2003

NP: I Sing Electric - Joy Electric

Mel's pestering me to blog about my terrible week, so here it is.

Monday and Tuesday were okay. Nothing too stressful, just typical college life and after-class chats with Caitlin. I asked her to lunch at Big City Wednesday. That's when things began to fall apart.

While we were waiting in line, she dropped the four-word phrase that blew my world apart: "the guy I'm dating." Apparently, this fortunate fool lives in Arvada, and I know nothing else of him save she talked with him for four hours on the phone Tuesday night. I managed to maintain my composure, and our conversation continued. I inquired after her music tastes, and to my dismay (and delight), she's into Tool, Fuel, and the Foo. Not intensely, but she listens to them. No wonder she's dating someone. Girls like her don't stay single. Oddly enough, I don't hate the guy in Arvada. How could I hate him for doing what I would, but only beating me to it?

Anyway, that flushed my world, and to top it off, I'm battling some sort of illness. And I got dumped on in Logic. And I'm to read 300 pages in Undaunted Courage by Friday.

Oh well. Two more classes and this week is over. My big Halo party is tonight. A few hours of carnage and I'll feel right as rain.

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