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I Know My First Name Is Eibisch

January 14, 2003 ... 1:03 a.m.

I Know My First Name Is Eibisch

Eibisch: “Ya-huh”
Le Prince: “Nuh-uh”
Eibisch: “Ya-huh”
Le Prince: “Nuh-uh”
Eibisch: “Ya-huh”
Le Prince: “Nuh-uh”
Eibisch: “Ya-huh”
Le Prince: “Nuh-uh”
Eibisch: “Nuh-uh”
Le Prince: “Ya-huh”
Eibisch: “Yes! HA! I win! HAHA!”
Le Prince: “I’m 8 years old.”
Eibisch: “Hey, nobody likes a sore loser.”

First day of classes. It’s gonna be a loooooooonnnnnnngggg term. My classes = boring. And I mean BOR-ing! During my theatre class, I was singing songs to myself to stay awake. I’ve been helpring my brother with his spelling list, so every song title had a spelling word in it. It was a little difficult at first, mostly because I would go by artist. Try to match all Buddy Holly or Elvis songs to the words.

Gah. Am I not the dorkiest person on the planet?

I wish I had more to report. But I am rather shy (no, really) and I don‘t think I spoke even once in class today. The teachers asked me if go by my given name or the shorter nickname. Well, I go by the nickname usually. But I just nodded and gave them what was, most likely, a deer-in-the-headlights look. So they all call me by my given name. I think they could’ve asked to call me Britney and I would have been “duuuuuuhhhhhhhh.” And, for the rest of the term, been Britney. But I have the dreaded Spanish class tomorrow. Perhaps I will regain my ability to form simple, coherent sentence.

Don’t hold your breath.

For lunch, I brought some yogurt. Lemon Chiffon flavored yogurt. I know. Ooo la la. So, after chewing spearmint gum all morning, I dug in. The yogurt looked a little funny. White with odd yellow swirls. I thought nothing of it, mixed it up and took a huge spoonful. At first, I thought the gum may have affected the taste. No. That yogurt was one day away from fuzz.

And I need to get new glasses. Yeah. I thought I could go without until my birthday and just get new ones when I got contacts. I didn’t count on my astigmatism having worsened. Now, everything is fuzzy or out-of-focus and I seem to have lost some depth perception.

Oh, the trials of being Eibisch!

Remember this wedding? And how I said I was betting on it lasting “8 months...9 tops”?
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6 months. 8 days.

You know, it’s just heartwarming to see people who take marriage so seriously. Cari is moving out as I type this.

And, of course, I should be in bed now. What with having an 8am class and all. But I was talking to someone online a couple of nights ago and I accidentally erased his pm, so I can’t contact him unless he’s online. He’s in a different time zone, so I’m just hoping to catch him online.

I need a cell phone. One with text messaging so that my friends can send me weird little messages while I’m fighting to stay awake in classes all day. Of course, I’d be stifling laughter all the time and my profs might get upset. But, hey, you gotta do what you gotta do.

In keeping with my NY resolution to play more, I got my guitar out today. Looked at it and put it back.

Oh, what? It was a step in the right direction. Albeit a small step but a step, nonetheless.

Currently Reading:
I got nothing.

Listening To: The Beatles 1 I want to hold your hand...! I am obsessed with that song.

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Have a happy day!

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