miscellaneous, etc.

Unfortunately for humanity in general, Boulder was a tad too windy this year for the normal haze of smoke to linger over the field. You can see that it is still quite smoky. According to a Boulder newspaper, there were 10,000 people on the field this year (which seems a little high [no pun intended], but it was probably around 8,000). Ridiculous, yes?

I'm going to warn you now that this post is going to be sort of a series of thoughts as they occur to me.

M. wanted to smoke some of my pot when she got home from school today. She's a huge moocher. She rarely pitches for alcohol, and there is hardly any pot left after yesterday, because I didn't buy very much in the first place. (And I'm saving it for sometime when we go swing dancing, Ming, so I can stop trying to lead myself.)

She brought it up in such a passive way, too... Talking about how she was editing film for 8 hours and then she just casually mentions "You know what would be awesome? Some pot." As I was in the laundry room at the time, I just pretended I didn't hear her. A few minutes later, she asks me if I wanted to smoke some with her. I said that I had some homework to do so I couldn't. A couple minutes after that, she asks how much pot I had left, and when I told her "not much," she waits another minute before asking if I would mind if she smoked some. I just said "Uh, kind of, yeah." And went back to my room.

Two more weeks left of school. I have very little schoolwork left. I need to write my screenplay but I have it mostly plotted out in my head already, and my prof seemed to like my idea, so yay! I only have three finals, too. One of them could possibly end up being take-home, too.

I still need to call my insurance company about my no-proof-of-insurance ticket. I should really see what I need to do with that.

This afternoon, I was sitting around, watching What Not To Wear, and I decided I wanted to go look around at some of the 29th St. shops. I'm browsing around Francesca's, collecting a nice little pile of things to try on, and one of the employees starts a dressing room for me. My phone beeps, and it is an alert for my Ireland study abroad orientation. It's at 6, and my phone goes off at 5:45. I leave the shop damn quickly, sprint to my car, and nearly kill a biker in my mad dash to get to campus. While I'm speeding up there, I call my friend Jenni to ask her to look up the location of my meeting for me because I don't know where I'm going. I park on campus, run to the building and find the room. I try to open the door as stealthily as possible (because I found out from Jenni that the meeting starts at 5) and ask some guy sitting right next to the door if I'm in the Ireland meeting. He tells me "no," so I do that embarrassed slow-door-closing-and-backing-out thing. I call Jenni again to make sure I heard the room number right, which I did. I then proceed to find a computer in the building, and I log into my e-mail, only to discover that the meeting is, in fact, tomorrow. (Ming, it's probably good that we decided against Kimya Dawson tomorrow because I wouldn't be able to go.)

I felt like quite an ass.

Anyway, I bought a dress with pockets at Francesca's, which, if I buy leggings between now and Wednesday, I will likely wear to the Stars concert in order to attract an impossibly awesome hipster-type boy.

So how are you guys?

p.s.: Gossip Girl is fecking amazing. I really love this show. Blair is awesome, and Jenny deserves her wrath. Also, Nate/Chuck/Dan = very attractive.