Stream of consciousness... you have been warned...

Today was nice. I slept in a bit, which was good given that yesterday I had to get up early and take that God-forsaken exam on how to deal with people who get hostile with government employees and mixing cement. However, I do dearly hope to become a government employee because I sure as hell could use the money. Keep those fingers crossed for a call from Donna tomorrow or the next day...

I went down to Devon, Anni, and Katy's house to study chem with Devon today, so we had a good time talking about hellish journeys between Bellingham and Seattle (she had a rocky time getting home, having missed her train and having been bitched out by an Amtrak employee who was definitely less than helpful. Poor Devon was so flustered at missing her train and so shocked by the woman's behavior that she couldn't say anything in her own defense. I hate it when really good people are on the receiving end of such rudeness. It's like watching the look on a lamb's face as someone takes it to slaughter-- confused and helpless, and incapable of understanding the maliciousness that it would take for someone to do that to them. But I digress...). So we had a lot of tea to calm down and then buckled down for a few hours and studied. And chatted. But the really cool thing about hanging out with really smart people is that no one gets distracted that easily, so we could be social without completely losing our focus.

Then I came back and read a little for sociology. Somewhere in the middle of starting and ending, Chris and Wes came into the lounge to study, so I went and got some of the cookies that Mom sent up to try and make it less painful. They were glad. An aside about sociology-- I'm not sure if I like studying it or not. On the one hand, to borrow the wisdom of a prominent sociologist, "once you learn the game, you become a better player." In other words, when you learn how people function and what makes them tick, you understand better how to interact with them. On the other hand, I feel like I'm taking my peers, putting them underneath a microscpe, and poking at them, at least when it comes to research. Seriously, every time that I think of something that I could potentially look at through a sociological lens, I feel like it's too close to my heart or that I would be judging those that I study, or rather that they would feel like I'm judging them. That, and you have to make a ton of generalizations about they way things and people are. It bugs me. Sociologists accept and acknowledge that the generalizations are not true for everyone (hence the term generalize), but they have to operate on a lot of generalizations anyway. Bothersome, bothersome.

I saw the most fantastic original play this past weekend (twice, actually. It was that good) by a friend of a friend of mine called Convention. I've seen some of his one-act shows before and often see him in Dead Parrot shows, so I was quite excited to see his first full-length play. It did not disappoint. It was awesome. Brilliant concept, perfectly cast, well-staged, and the perfect mix of humor, poignance, and absurdity. Great show. Well done, Dan.

If I see one more adorable couple holding hands or looking affectionately at each other, I'm going to cry (not really, given the couple at the computer opposite mine keep getting all lovey dovey and it wouldn't be appropriate to cry in the library). Why, God? Why am I single? I've seen so many blissfully happy people tonight that are together, and while it warms the cockles, part of me thinks, "What's a girl gotta do?"