I wore a shirt that last semester would have earned the designation of “Skanky Shirt”. It’s a low-cut shirt with bell sleeves. It’s really, really pretty, and I look pretty good in it. Well, I learned a new lesson. Boys will not only be nice to you on days when your top is falling down and your bra is showing, they will also be nice if you have a very low-cut top. The first note came from a shirt I wore a couple of weeks ago. I wore it under a jacket and the top came down and it showed half of my bra. On that day, guys were more than willing to hold the door for me and smile at me. Well, yesterday, the second statement came true. I was walking down the hall before Advanced Comp. and Zachary, a guy in my class, looked at my chest before noticing that their was actually a head and neck above the chest. It was very cool, though the guy is not my type. (He’s an agriculture-type major, and I just don’t like the idea of being with a farm boy.)
Dachelle didn’t try any “get rid of the Janet” techniques yesterday. Well, actually, she kind of did. I was trying to take a nap between Art of Interviewing and Advanced Comp. She got a phone call, which wasn’t her fault, but she decided that she couldn’t use a softer voice (like she would do if I was wide awake). She used a loud voice, which kept me from getting my nap. Eventually, she left the room. All of a sudden, it went from 12:30 to 1:30. I got a little nap, but that’s better than no nap at all, right?
Tonight there is a special conference-type thing where you can learn about how to “break into Hollywood”. I’m planning on going. The only problem is is that it’s going to get dark and the building that this thing is in is all the way on the other side of the campus. That means that I get to navigate from that building to my dorm in the dark, which scares the crap out of me. Still, I really need to go to this thing.
We have a new dog. Her name is Willow and she’s a Basset Hound. She’s really quiet, which is a big difference from Molly. She acts a bit like a show dog, and she has the look of one, too. We adopted her from a shelter in Athens. She’s been spayed, but I’m upset with the vet who saw her. I’m not mad that she got fixed, but I am mad that they didn’t wash her and check out her eyes. (Her eyes and ears have an infection.) They should have cleaned her before they did the surgery. People have to be clean before they go into surgery, why should it be different for dogs? And the eyes? Well, if you want to keep her from getting septic (because the infection is in her system), then they should have been treated for that. My parents took her to our vet yesterday and they pretty much said the same thing.
I have two assignments to work on today before I leave to go to school and stay in the dorm. I have to write up my notes from Art of Interviewing for Jenny. I forgot to get them copied, and I don’t know if I’ll have the time to copy them before I leave. I’ll try to type up as much as possible, though.