Cheesecake may be more pie than cake; either way, I don't like it. I can say that honestly, since Greg made me try it when we were at Phillip's before
Camelot. I didn't like it. I like normal cake. Cheesecake was too thick and not at all fluffy. I like fluffy.
Yesterday was uneventful. I woke up later than I'd wanted to, around 10. I went to bed at 11:30 Friday night, which is unheard of for me, so I thought my weekend sleep catch-up might not last as long. I guess I just caught up more.
I did my math homework, then my mom and I drove out to UMD. I've been there several times for different reasons, but this was the first time I drove, since it's the first visit since I've had my license. I liked showing off my capabilities to my mom. I'm not great with highways (or unfamiliar streets -- but who is?), but I didn't do anything horrific. I'm driving myself to my interview on Friday, so she wanted to do a practice run. It's not hard to get there, since it's so close, but I'm nervous about making the trip by myself. The longest trip like that I've done without a run-through was to my grandma's house, and I'd been paying attention to that route for months, so it was easy.
I forgot to take my campus map with me, so I just drove around for a while. I imagine the traffic, car and pedestrian, is much heavier on weekdays. We asked some lacrosse players for directions to the building I'm going to on Friday, but we never actually found it. Looking at the map today, I could have sworn I was on the right road. We may have passed it, but we were probably nowhere near it. It's a big campus. As long as I don't get into any accidents (knock on wood), give myself enough time, and don't get caught in rush hour traffic coming back (fingers crossed), I'll be fine. I really hope they offer me a scholarship. Then I can visit Pittsburgh (sometime late this month or next, I think), and make my choice. UMD is my first choice now, but in all fairness, I haven't ever visited Pitt. I just hope I decide soon enough for halfway decent housing.
We got back later than I'd planned. That was the longest straight period of driving I've ever done. I'd asked Greg to have his mom drop him off here at 5, but we were only halfway home by then. My mom called him so he'd know I hadn't forgotten, and because I don't answer my cell phone when I'm driving. (I saw this neat thing on a tv commercial once. You set a holster in your car, and when the phone rings, you switch to a radio station and you can use your phone like a walkie-talkie. I wish I remembered what it was called.) All part of my not-getting-into-an-accident plan. No one was inside, so he just waited out there for us. I felt bad about that, but he was early, and I didn't intend to be out that long.
We watched
The Princess Bride first. I've meant to watch that for at least a year, but I never actually got around to it, so when Greg suggested it, I was game. I was even more interested when I saw that sketch from
I Love the 80's; I think it was 89. (Love that show!) It was a great movie. It was funny, and romantic, and... just good. Some of the actors called it "the
Wizard of Oz of our time". I think that fits.
The Princess Bride isn't as much of a classic, and it doesn't have an all-black version (I should see the rest of
The Wiz sometime), but it's still a good movie. Watch it.
We watched
School of Rock next. If that wasn't such a hilarious movie, the drama that ensued with my mom on Friday night would have ruined it. (No comment. The less I talk about it, the less it matters. We had a cordial conversation on the way back from UMD about it, so we're cool. For now.) When I got back from taking Greg home, I caught part of
Saturday Night Live. I haven't seen that since I lived in Germany, where it came on at 4 o'clock Saturday Afternoon. Ben Affleck was hosting. In his opening monologue, he had a box of shirts. He said he'd tried to cash in on the hype before his marriage broke up, so he had a bunch of shirts that said "bennifer". They were cute. Then, he said he'd tried to get a head start for next time, with shirts like "benyonce", "boprah", and "mary-kate and ashfleck". The last one was "ben-gay" -- "in case I hook up with Marcia Gay Harden. Or in case Matt ever comes around...." It was funny, but it was also late, so I went to bed.
I got off to a slow start today. I went to the library to pick up those books for my History paper (and pay my late fine :x). I took my watch back to Wal-Mart, but they apparently don't do adjustments. I may just return it and get a new one -- somewhere else. I dropped off my mom's movies, finished my homework (it took forever; I'm so unfocused lately), watched
American Dreams, and now I'm here.
The future is scary, you know? It's so unpredictable. I like predictable --
I'm predictable. The way I handle things now makes me worry about how I'll be able to handle bigger things in the future. I hope I make it.
Also,
Jonathan Livingston Seagull was a lovely book. Much, much happier and lighter than
The Stranger. If that's existentialism, I could get used to it. And there is nothing like waffles after three straight days of Cheerios to cheer you up.
