I cannot believe the perfection of the weather today. I'm sitting on our porch, with a (borrowed) laptop balanced on my thighs. Some poor schmuck down the block is trying to get their car started, but the engine won't turn over. It sounds pretty pathetic, like an old, asthmatic dog. The sky is completely cloudless, little bluebirds are chirping and I'd be willing to say that the temperature is hovering somewhere near a perfect seventy degrees. I feel like I'm in Pleasantville.
This weekend was pretty great. I went to my first Portland party, with a keg and everything! I felt like I was home. Lovely that only when I see a keg do I feel like I'm finally in the presence of something familiar. I can't help it! I went to a Big 10 school. I ended up at this party after a day of moping and feeling depressed, somehow devoid of all the warm fuzziness I felt when I last wrote. A couple of people said they were heading out to a party in North Portland, and so I decided to join them - if only because I really wanted a beer. At one point a group of kids started playing flip cup, and I felt this huge surge of competitiveness rise up! But I didn't join the game, because I didn't want to be that weird person at the party who gets way too in to the drinking games even though no one at the party knows them. Nobody likes that guy.
2 more people moved out of the house today. Well, techinically they moved out when I moved in, because I took their place in te basement... but they've been mostly sleeping on our couches for the past month. The two guys were unbelievable goofy and funny, and I'm really going to miss them. One of them is a performance artist who once painted his face like Darth Maul, sat on a stage in nothing but a pair of whitie tighties, drank juice boxes, and called his mom on his cell phone. So. You can imagine that they were pretty goofy guys.
That leaves a total of 6 people living here. And with people seemingly dropping like flies from this place, it only makes me think more about what I'm going to do in December. But I need to not think about that for now and just focus on the task at hand: the GRE. I need to do some math studying today, and I'm going to really try to not get down on myself when I inevitably get the majority of the questions wrong. I just need to keep working at it. But it honestly feels like my brain is resistant to re-learning this stuff and that I may just have to come to terms with the fact that my math score is not going to be good. One time a professor of mine accused me of intellectual laziness, but I can't imagine why.
But really, all I want to be doing right now is watching 'Friday Night Lights.' I finished season one last night, and I just want to watch it all day. I know that's lame. Ha, the other night when the presidential debate was on I was in the midst of my rut and watched the season three premiere of 'Heroes' in my bed while all of my housemates watched the debate in our living room. I know it's not right that I'm just not interested in politics, but I can't help it. I'd rather watch lame television shows in my bed than two politicians split hairs and use pathetic emotional appeals to win over a few more voters. Oh, wait John McCain - did you just mention that you were a prisoner of war? Well gee whiz, I suddenly find your statements on foreign policy more credible. It really grinds my gears.
Ok I need to settle in for at least two hours of some serious math studying. Then, I need to enjoy this beautiful day and do something totally crunchy and Portland-y, like go for a long bike ride or walk to a farmers' market.
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