Ah. The letter from UMBC just arrived. I'm in. After visiting a few weeks ago, I got the overwhelming impression that it's a science school. It's also a commuter school, so about half the student body goes home on weekends. I'm not keen on science, so I get the feeling that UMBC isn't the place for me. I have to keep it on the list, though, especially when I found out whether I got into the honors program. I got a letter from them right after I mailed the application in December, but it said they couldn't make a decision until the university did.
Greg went out with his family yesterday, so we wound up being late for our double date with Ian and Erin (a freshman, from another school). Erin was really quiet, but she may have just been shy. I used to be really shy like that, but it's such a waste of time. It's much more efficient to just ask someone what their name is, or jump into a random conversation. How else do you get to know people?
I hate being late for anything, even by just a few minutes, always-start-late NHS meetings included. We went to Uno's first. They have good pizza, it just has tomatoes. I don't like tomatoes. They're like fruits (wait, they
are fruits): I don't like the actual object, but its products are fine. Tomato sauce. Applesauce. I
love orange juice.
Anyway. The atmosphere was just like school, only not. I half expected them to play Magic; turns out Ian had his deck on him. It's those purse/cargo pockets. We were late for the movie,
The Butterfly Effect, but we didn't miss much and came across four seats right away. I've never missed previews before -- ever -- but I'm fine. I can catch the ads elsewhere. The movie was interesting, to say the least. We all jumped several times. I'd read in
CosmoGirl that it was more funny than psycho-thriller, but it was thriller-y (thrilling?) enough for me. It was also really confusing, but it came together after a while. The kid who played Ashton Kutcher's character at age seven had a lot of cursing in his dialogue. It makes me wonder, what do stage parents think when their kids do that? It bothers
me, and I don't even know these people.
I had to get up early this morning to take Ryan to his basketball game at the youth center on base. My parents went to a funeral for my mom's uncle. I never met him. The game was, dare I say, fun. Even when the man sitting next to me asked what number my son was. I always get mistaken for someone's mom when I'm at the youth center. Do I just look
way older than I am, or do they think I'm just a really young mom? Ryan missed his free throws, but he stole (do you steal in basketball?) the ball a few times. He's a good player. I did gymnastics, tap, and ballet when I was little, and I pretty much sucked at all of them. The rugrats have academic talent, but they got some athletics, too. It's not fair. I want a sport, too. I am living proof that you can get into college without having played a sport, but still. It worried me.
It's been another lazy day. It seems longer, though, since I started so much earlier than a usual non-school day. I wanted to go shop in Waldorf this afternoon, but I forgot my parents were going out. So, if I go (which I plan to), I have to take them with me. Boo. I want to shop alone, but I can't risk waiting until tomorrow and not getting to go at all. I have things to buy, but I
need a science fair board for Thursday. Unless it's more than $10. Then I'll check with Ms. Comerford on Monday.
For now, I think I have stuff to do. Failing that, I got a new
CosmoGirl! in the mail.
