Greg and I went to see
I, Robot on Saturday. It was pretty good. Better than I thought it would be. I'm not much for action movies; I need plot to keep me going. Greg tried to cover my eyes while Will Smith's character was in the shower. I hate it when he does that. It smudges my glasses. There was nothing to see, anyway -- and who takes a shower without a curtain? Can we say "wet floors"?
Yesterday, we went to Iyen's debutante ball. Mostly, I just went to have someplace to go. It gets monotonous sitting around the house all the time. I like going out. I do love my reruns, but you can only watch so much tv. And I got a chance to wear my prom dress again, though I felt overdressed. The ball itself was nice. The food was good, and it was pretty interesting. Dr. J was there, as one of the eighteen most important men in Iyen's life. He was wearing his dress uniform; he said he had to lose some weight to fit into it. (For anyone that didn't know, Dr. J is a retired Air Force colonel.) Iyen had three dresses. There was a
lot of pink in that ballroom.
I can't say I really had fun. I tried, but Greg didn't really like it, and... that is another story. Can one really enjoy oneself at a party honoring another person? A person who squashed any hopes you might have had at being the best -- at anything? I don't wish she hadn't had it, though. Everyone should get a chance to do something like that. All your family and friends gathered together to shower you with love and happiness. I had that at my graduation party, and I didn't even have to wear a ball gown. All things considered, the Iyen-fest wasn't that bad. It was nice seeing people again: Dr. J, Anthony, Thomas and Alanna (Alanzo, according to Anthony), Jorge, and, of course, Iyen. I might see her on campus, though.
Speaking of campus, I got my invoice from UMD today. Scary. As long as my parents' loan is disbursed on time, we'll be fine. It is scary, though, thinking about paying off those loans for at least 14 years after I graduate. I'm willing to do it, though. I'm committing myself to indebtedness for almost two decades, but I can deal. And it's an even greater incentive to fulfill my
Jeopardy! dreams.
I drove today for the first time in two months. I only went to the gas station, the bank, and the library, but it was still a big deal. I got honked at once, which I hate. Had I moved, I totally would have been hit, so I stand by my choice to
wait at that right-turn-on-red. On my way back home, I wound up with a police car behind me. I was already driving carefully, but that made me even more careful. I had no desire to get into another accident the very day I started driving again. I made it home accident-free. I was sweating, though. A lot. I was overdressed; it gets really cold downstairs when the air conditioning is on. Mindy's a/c might still be wonky, even though my grandfather said he had it fixed. Or maybe I was that nervous. I feel accomplished, having survived this first outing. I won't be driving for long, though, since Mindy's not going to UMD.
Rajni, you're not the only one who hears tv's with the sound turned off. I do, too. Of course, then I have to go turn it off, because I am into energy conservation. No excess fossil fuels are being burned on my behalf. Use the standby function on your computers, people! (Greg, this means you, too.)
Also, I have recently determined that I like to sing. Not in performance, but with music I'm listening to. I'm a sing-along girl. I can even deal with bad sound quality. I sang along with the radio despite bad reception (Kelly Clarkson, "Breakaway", though I'm still learning the words), and I'm singing along with my so-so computer speakers right now (Avril Lavigne, "Sk8er Boi"). I wonder how I'm going to manage that with a roommate. I'll work something out.
