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Eloquence? Here? Pffft.

February 18, 2003 ... 9:44 p.m.

Eloquence? Here? Pffft.

Opie: “So, who’s at the top of the Big Ten?”
Eibisch: “Shut up.”
Opie: “Hmm...whoever could it be?”
Eibisch: “Shut up.”
Opie: “It’s adorable that you’re such a sore loser.”
Eibisch: “Shut up.”

I have certainly been lax in my updating. You might think I’ve gotten a life. Of course, you would be wrong.

I’m doing much better in Spanish, thanks to my tutor. Yes I have a tutor. Because I suck. He is very nice and he’s a good teacher. Yes, he is basically teaching me because my actual prof speaks so quickly that she’s on to another chapter before I get her opening sentence translated. My tutor is named Javier--”You can call me Javi.”

Also, he’s hot. And I don’t even notice. No, seriously! The first session we went over homework, conjugations, blah blah blah. And then, at home a couple of hours later....*doink*! Hey! Javi es muy caliente! Okay. I have no idea if that makes any sense. But every session is really focused on work--as it should be--but even my actual prof thinks he’s cute.

Prof: “Who is tutoring you?”
Eibisch: “Javier ____.”
Prof: “Ohhh...Javi. He is very handsome, isn’t he?”
Eibisch: *shudders involuntarily, thinking of Javi with Chad Kroeger*
Eibisch: “I...well...um...he’s a really good tutor.”
Prof: “Mmm-hmmm. Is he still single? Because...”
Eibisch: “...”

Sometimes, I pray for spontaneous combustion.

People, this is the woman who holds my future in her hands.

Well, okay, no she doesn’t. Because I could just retake it. But still. How many of you want to hear any level of sexual innuendo from your teacher? Especially when she looks like she might bust into “Hero” at any second? I thought so.

And, hello? What is wrong with me that I barely even notice a hottie that I spend 1-2 hours with each week?

Cripes.

Okay. Survivor. Guys vs. Girls. How cool was it that the girls came out of nowhere to win immunity? I like Survivor way, way, way too much. And Daniel? Cute. That is, until he opened his mouth.

Daniel, mute = cute
Daniel, talking = not so much.
Daniel: Shhhhhh.

But, Matthew. Ah, Matthew...very cute. I refuse to call him "Matt"--I much prefer "Matthew" and, as we all know...Eibisch = smack dab, center of the universe.

Also, I'm thinking...machetes and a tribe full of men. Not a wise decision.

Rented My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Loved. It. Also rented Signs. Loved it. Freaked me right out, but loved it. Decided Joaquin Phoenix is now #2 on my celebrity crush list. Second only to Jon Seda. Because, you know, Jon Seda is way hot. And hasn’t, to my knowledge, dated Liv Tyler. Because, honestly, how am I supposed to compete with her? Although there is a minor problem with Jon being #1. He’s...kinda...sorta...well...married. Which Joaquin, at last check, is not. I’ll just re-rent Gladiator and Gladiator and we shall see.

My cousin’s girlfriend...oops, fiancée...came over tonight with Baby JD. He is getting so big. He is almost five months old. Great big chubby cheeks, big blue eyes, blond hair. He looks like a little cherub. Anyway, had a long (3 hrs.) conersation about the impending nuptials. Dresses and flowers and reception sites and churches and on and on and on...

Bootsie, who does this for a living, was understandably excited/enthusiastic/informative. And so was Mom. I feigned utter fascination. I almost lost it when she pulled out--I kid you not--13 fabric swatches, trying to decide which she wanted for the bridesmaid dresses. One was “Victorian Gold”. The others were (supposedly) varying shades, all with names like “Pearlesse” and “Opal Reverie”. I made my exit to watch a game on tv.

I am such a guy. You know what I mean. If I ever get married, I’ll be like “Bootsie--handle it!”. Just tell me when and where.

Okay I wouldn’t be that bad. Probably. Maybe.

Further...

Opie: "Haha, Iowa is going down Saturday, 'cuz they suck."
Eibisch: "Shut up."
Opie: "I’m sure you’ll look good in red."
[*edit*--bet = loser has to wear a shirt of victorious team]
Eibisch: "Shut up."
Opie: "While you clean my house."
Eibisch: "Do you want to die?"

He is right about one thing. I do look good in red.

But, man. C’mon, Hawks. It’s time to throw down. Let’s go.

Currently Reading:
A Return To Modesty by Wendy Shalit

Listening To: Good Charlotte
I know, I know...but Good Charlotte is like musical heroin to me--I know I shouldn’t like it, I know it’s bad but, dammit, I’m addicted.
...October air reminds me of all the seasons of your love...

~*~

Have a happy day!

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