i hate waiting for a email to arrive. all i do is hang around my computer and click "inbox" every half hour or so. it drives me into depression. especially when i end up waiting for 5 days or more, as i have been now.

eventually i'll stop checking and months will go by and i'll send another note and all will be well again. but i don't want those months to go by. i'm not ready for it.

so i watched about a boy tonight (i love anything and everything nick hornby lays a hand to) and was reminded that U2 used to be a pretty good band. the trio of joshua tree, rattle & hum, and achtung baby cannot be beat. so i slipped in achtung baby hoping to rock out. but it's only made me even more sad and depressed.

wow...

i'm not sure i have ever partied till 7 a.m. before. definitely 6:30, but i think this is the record for me. (obviously i've been a good girl.)

thanks to epeeps etc at the pink--i loved it there. also many props to keith for hosting the eventual naked dance party. i now smell like man sweat. and my own, too. still, there's this lingering otherness.

i really had a fabulous night. i should get some sleep, but i also need to clean up the apt. as julie may possibly be crashing here. i should clean in any case, really.

i'll miss the prom, which i'm very sad about. hope you all have as great a time as i did in the last 24hrs!

Like Paul, today was my last day of teaching till the fall! woo--hoo!

so, to celebrate, I'll be enjoying yet another evening at the old pink. come on down tonight. Robin & I are planning to be there around 11:30 or so.

I respectfully submit to you:

"Robin, we desperately need our plunger back. Please bring it back ASAP."

From Keith's journal, 6/24/04 16:12 [inlink]keith,17[/inlink]

i couldn't avoid it any longer. i was too curious. i just had to see what my students had written in the course evals from the fall and spring.

so i read them. soyeon and emily (pauls pal from boston) and paul got to experience them with me. so were actually good, many complained about the equipment, and a handful really hated the course and/or me. ME!

it's all stuff i can't stop thinking about. the personal comments stink and the course comments are making me want to stay up and redesign the entire thing RIGHT NOW.

the worst thing is that i can't really remember what the good stuff said. all those nice comments about enjoying class, saying i was a good instructor, etc.... they're all just kind of blah nice. but the hateful ones, the ones written in caps and scratched in hard, those are visual images i can't get out of my brain.

ARRRRRGGGGG! i hate the human condition sometimes.