Q: Why didn't they knock?

My eyes burn with a fleeting intensity as I squinted at the projector screen, trying to make sense of Miss C’s thesis on the southern society in 1904 (realize that I self-proclaimed the date, don’t mind me, bad day). Then it hit me, I thought, this was terrible! The words were a blur and the lengthy sentences did not seem to parallel right as much as I expected them to be. Lo and behold, failing eyesight. And so, Little Miss Sunshine called and I tried to countercheck with her, reassuring that this situation (I was having) would just be a temporary phase.

She said (with gusto), “AHAH! What dya do last night?! I didn’t even call you or anything of that sort?” Walking into Wood, I denied ever doing anything except trying to sleep, well maybe I was also thinking about stuff. “Stuff, I see…” She wasn’t convinced at all. “If you could meet me at Bigelow later, we can talk over lunch about culture shock. It would help me with my thesis. I’ll get that eye working again. Stay away from computers!” I said okay, but the later hour was spent on data entry. Again that pain returned, but I was still seeing numbers. That’s a good thing, right?

Went to class and I bumped into EeLeng ranting away about Grad School. Insane, I couldn’t focus on a word she was saying. Then MindyN slide into our conversation and I had to wave EeLeng away. Lucky thing, my GSI was being really hyper and had me laughing on a couple of times that I forgotten about the pain.

“It’s effing Valentine’s and I ain’t got a date. Eff this!” DanG (I know, this looks funny, Dang) and Lil MS were squabbling at Bigelow. I wished the two would go out together, instead of making a huge fuss about partying for the singles or what not. Throughout the entire time, we didn’t talk an inch about culture shock, but I left the place with a satiated stomach and a throbbing eye.

I can see fine, just as I was typing this blog post. Sindecuse might have some good explanation for this, should I be able to get up early tomorrow. Forget about going on a date, I need to finish reading and begin working on my essay. Someone is texting me like crazy tho. Rough.

After all this, ShetaT walked in with a cunning smile and her forehead read, “I WANT MY VALENTINE’S CHOCOLATE (I EXPECTED ONE TO BE PREPARED, BECAUSE YOU’RE YVONNE SING).” Russell Stover to the rescue! Grinning like a six year old, she said, “Von2, did you plan anything for us tonight?” Fortunately, “NO,” since someone wanted me to remain abstinence while that someone is away for now and would return someday to collect all the stacked gohoubi overtime and it would be an overkill if that someone finds out that ShetaT is trying to rob me off a date before that someone gets any and that would be bad news, such a thing I choose to avoid just in case I don’t end up with another miserable day and a painful eye, except this time, it’d be a black eye. Darling can be ganas if darling chooses to be. O.3

Ending my day by reading six love letters, munching on banana cake, eating chocolates, and sleeping. Insyaallah, tomorrow is gonna be a better day.

So much for Valentine's Day,
Vonnie S.