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10:57 p.m. - October 06, 2002 Gosh darn it, this weekend I was thinking about how I felt like my classmates were catty and nosy and downright gossipy--and I wasn't feeling so hot about it over the weekend (that's not to say I had a lousy weekend; quite the opposite. I had fun yesterday. More about it later). Anyway, today I had a talk with my mom, which involved a lot of tears and a little bit of resentment, but now it's better. At first she was making all sorts of suggestions like, "let's join an exercise club", and honestly, the last thing I want to do is join an exercise club with my mom. That's not to say it's a bad thing for anyone but me. I don't think I'd be able to handle exercising with my mom. Nuh-uh. She then pulled out the telephone directory of the local university and started reading the different group names of organizations on the campus. One problem. I am not a student at that university. But it was an idea. And that, combined with her original comment about an exercise club, makes me think some more. I want to take dance lessons--swing, salsa, merengue, or something lively and fast that I'll enjoy. So I just jotted off an email to a friend of mine, who is not going to the same university as I am, to see if she'd be interested in going to some lessons with me. So I'm going to try to find out more. I need to fill my niche, especially since I can't bear to spend the rest of my four years with only the people in my major. There are limits to my tolerance. Yesterday was nice because I got to take a break from the cattiness of my classmates and got to see my brother singing (he's a Madrigal). Their group is so good, and I ended up videotaping their performances at the Renaissance Faire...I spent way too much money (as I am wont to at those fairs). For the heck of it, I entered a raffle ($1 "donation") for a ride on the Goodyear Blimp. As I started filming my brother, they called my name over the loudspeakers to come to the booth to collect my prize (which was not a ride on the Goodyear Blimp, but that's okay). I was told to select a prize from the table, and since there were artisans and crafters at the fair, a select number of artisans donated some of their products to the raffle, and I was despairing of ever finding anything for myself. Craft items made out of muslin. An overly decorated bracelet. A beautiful calligraphy piece that said "architect" with some old stamps on it. I sank even deeper into despair when I saw a small box on the top shelf. A plain necklace with a pendant--a star pendant that looked like a comet with its tail folded over, so the chain could pass through the loop. I thought to myself, "Well, it's probably goldplated, but it's better than nothing. And it's better than the rest of the stuff on the table." So I took it and decided to find the booth belonging to the artisan who made the necklace, and I found it pretty quickly. I saw the exact same necklace on display, so I asked how much it was. It was $82! And it is 14 K gold! Whoa. Of course, I was happy about this. And on the videotape of the Madrigal performance, you can hear my name being called and me trying to find someone to videotape my brother while I ran off to collect my prize. It's hilarious. I'm still happy about it because I hardly ever win anything. Anything nice, that is. And oh, as my brother was juggling, I turned around and saw my professor from the university. This was good. Funny, rather. Then a few minutes later I ran into one of my catty classmates. After watching my brother yesterday, I developed some new goals. Since I have absolutely no talent for singing, I'm going to ask Jonathan to teach me how to juggle. I think it'll be my hidden talent. Yeah.
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