Oreos

So today I haven't been avoiding my couch all that successfully. I've got a fresh stack of library books and a bunch of oreos and a little bit of a funk brewing. Today I went to lunch with Elaine (my token Dalton friend) at this redneck restaurant and then I came home all full of fried-ness and wanting a nap. But I read, instead (another book about Alaska) and then by some miracle got myself to English class even though I did not want to go. I'm saying it like that because the other day, a guy that I sort of know was at my house going on and on about what he was good at. Then I think he must have felt embarrassed because there was a long pause (what was I supposed to say?) and he was like, "and what about you? what are you good at?" So I told him that I was good at making myself do stuff that I didn't want to do. I know! Doesn't that make me sound fascinating? Ha! well actually I was just trying to list as many things as he did, so as not to sound low self-esteemish, like, "oh gosh, I don't know--I can't think of anything"--which is of course the first thing that came to mind.

In case you're wondering, nothing's going on with IA, that stupid boy. All the stupid boys I've ever known get initials. They're not always mean initials, though. Anyhow he called me last night so he could apologize for some dumb stuff, so I corrected him and told him what he should be apologizing for, and he was like, "uh yeah. And that too." I sort of felt as if I should be apologizing back, but I couldn't think of anything to apologize for, and I was pissed that he had called and pissed that I had answered, so I kept my mouth shut. It was a fairly brief conversation. Anyways I only answered because I had just finished watching this movie about a strong black woman who divorced her husband because he was a total loser and was all strong and cool and moved on about it, and I was feeling sort of like, you know. A strong black woman. Right.

So whatev, here I am on my couch with my oreos, and things are fine, and I'm glad I got my butt out and went to English class so I could practice saying "Nice to meet you" with a bunch of Mexicans and Guatemalans at church. Because it's kind of fun once I get there. And all the students had brought dinner to celebrate Valentine's Day. There were like a million kinds of potato salad and ham salad and chicken salad and fruit salad, so I ate that stuff and it was good. I wish I had eaten more because now I'm hungry again.