30TH JULY, 2003: SOMETHING SATISFYING
There is something oddly satisfying about the all over ache if 12km of walking and an hour at the gym. In other words, I got off my fat arse between classes today and went to the gym, after discovering that my American Cinema lecturer (who I have to convince that I had just cause for failing classes last semester) will let me watch the films at a different time. Well, do they expect everyone to make it to an 1800hr-2100hr class? If I had know it would be that late I wouldn�t have chosen it. It does say it is a day class when you select it!
The point of the matter is that even though I ache from head to toe, the adrenaline is carousing through my veins, giving me a little high. That and the fact that Townsend, the hottie from last year, is still a student, and I may gain occasional perves, not that it really matters.
Another thing that is satisfying is in my Sex class (ha! The history of sex and crime people) there are only five people in my tutorial. It may become 10, but unlikely at that time of day. I prefer small classes because I feel much more at ease. I think it leans towards my tendency to prefer small things- rooms, people, groups. So that point to this part of the tale is that I may just contribute to this class, especially seeing that it follows a session at the gym and I�ll be all pepped up! And there is a woman in my class, we�ll call her Miss. Connelly, who I�ll have no end of trouble keeping my eyes off as she is simply pretty. Dark hair with a fringe trimmed to frame her simple face, pale with a splattering of freckles. She has a nice little body on her and obviously a sucker for trends because she could have fallen out of a magazine, but given some class. What I mean by simple is that she is normal, with no exceptional or strange characteristics. Very pretty indeed. Of course I would prefer it if she wasn�t sitting next to the ugliest guy in the entire university, and then again, I would prefer it is she was Townsend!
I listened to him talk eavesdropped on him earlier whilst I was awaiting the coordinator and he struck up a conversation with the other lady in waiting (ha, I have no sense of humour) and though they said nothing of interest except that he got up and showered for a 0900hr class that was later and it sounded like such a trial (geez, try getting up at 0630hr every morning!). I am rambling, the point to this is that he is still good looking and has a nice voice. I don�t think that I actually listened to much of the conversation, except that first part because I annoyed everyone by beating out a tune with my nails. So, he has a nice voice. Blah, and all the girls like him and always have (as lady in waiting #2 informed me).
Last news is that as I was on the bus on the way home Mr. Perfect got on the bus. He sat away from me and then when he saw me he came over and chatted. I had absolutely nothing to say and chatting in public just isn�t my thing, but it was nice nonetheless. The point to this part of this long winded and incoherent tale of the day is that I never realized what oddly coloured, yet rather pretty, eyes Mr. Perfect had. Yessire, he has an odd greeny yellow colour. Odd.
I am going to cook dinner. Promise to be more coherent later. Cheers.

626 WORDS POSTED BY SAMANTHA AT 1736HR. COMMENT.