Killing time between classes. They sure ask nosy, personal questions in German class, like what characteristics your dream partner has. How about, sobriety? Might be a good place to start. What's German for sobriety? Nüchternheit, according to my dictionary. Wish I could take a nap.
It's cracking me up, everyone saying how damn cold it is. It's 50 degrees! Cool, not cold. Need to work out this evening. Yesterday's blading did me a lot of good, except for the blister (Blase). Really wish there was a better place to hang out between classes. Schlepping all this stuff around [backpack plus heavy art portfolio] is a definite handicap.
That blow-out a week ago Saturday... I still don't quite grasp the finer points. I said something and then a chain reaction took place in E's head until he got himself all worked up and left in a lather. I stood there, uncomprehending, but at the same time, letting him go. I didn't argue too strenuously. I'm glad to be done with him. Another desired characteristic of a dream partner: to be weaned from his mommy. To wean is entwöhnen.
I've got it all planned out: I won't bother looking for a partner until I'm 50. Hell, that's just another 12 years. That way, I figure, I can find some divorced gentleman and he won't expect me to have his kids. Pisses me off, guys looking for breeding stock. Go buy yourself a fucking cow! Of course, a major flaw in my plan is that men are perennially looking for much younger women, so that when they're 50, they'll be wanting 30-year-old arm charms. I think my arm-charm days are long past.
One thing funny is that Wednesday in German class, the teacher kinda came in with her tail between her legs and said that she was told to make the class more light-hearted. Good. For one lousy credit, it's not worth the sweat.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 2:23 PM
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