Monday, February 09, 2004

Fool that I am,
For falling in love with you.
And, fool that I am,
For thinking you loved me, too.

You took my heart,
Then played the part of little coquette.
And, my dreams just disappeared
Like the smoke from a cigarette.

Fool that I am,
For hoping you’d understand.
And thinking you
Would listen, too,
And, oh, the things I had planned.

But we couldn’t see eye to eye
So, darling, darling, darling,
This is goodbye.
But I still care, but I still care,
And oh, fool that I am.
Oh, but I still care,
Fool that I am.

Etta James, "Fool That I Am"

I love her voice.

Relationships are funny - spring's almost here, so it's now time to get a boyfriend. Well, for everyone else except for me. So many couples... and as a result, so much drama. I don't necessarily feel sorry for myself - I'm the one in charge of my impossibly high standards. I don't feel like lowering them; it's happened before, and I don't want to shortchange myself again. I deserve the best... quality goods take a while to ripen.

I want to sleep for hours. Days. I want the work to go away. I need to do my laundry. I need to finish my reading. And my CTPR assignment.

Why are weekends always the craziest times for me? I never slow down. Never.

But I love Saturdays. There's nothing like waking up and knowing that the entire day is ahead of you. I volunteered at a Boys and Girls Club, painting and cleaning. I just want to say that fucla graduate students in the Anderson School of Business are (for the most part) complete imbeciles. What 24 year old cannot grasp the concept of painting a wall? Oh - that would be these idiotic ucla students.

Retards. Except for Charles, but I blame that on his Stanford undergraduate degree. Stanford folks tend to be rather smart - weird, crazy, way out there, yes... but rather intelligent.