Me! Me! Me! (& Lyrics #16)

Alright, I had started another post, but then American Idol is on in the background and Brooke just sang 'You're so vain' and I love that song! And that sorta plays into what I had started writing about, which was the fact that it is really hard to come up with something to write about when you feel crappy. So I apologize for writing about coughing and fevers and being lame for so long. But really, a blog is about its writer. So it is okay if I feel vain for writing about me, myself, and I. That is why I am doing it. Why I am trying to post something every day is still beyond me (I don't know the last time I logged in to the actual Blog365 page), but if I have to force a post, you readers are the ones who suffer.

How 'bout something about someone else (sorta)?

Saturday I went to a baby shower of a friend who is due in less than 3 weeks. I do not work with her any more, so this was the first time she looked pregnant to me. She claimed that it was not until last week that she felt like she got big. I have a hard time believing that. She is so pregnant that she wore a skirt and she NEVER does that.

Now back to me.

This tutoring gig is great - a little extra cash for a grad student. For the next week I am helping with a tutoring program that undergrads do and am supposed to meet with 12 students. I think I vented about this somewhere else earlier this week. I was assigned 12 grad students. Perfect. I am a grad student in a related field so we can connect. EXCEPT, who knew that grad students were such a GIANT PAIN IN THE ASS TO WORK WITH??? They should be logging in to reserve appointments I have posted for when I AM FREE. Not them. Me. Meeting with me is a requirement for their class. I don't care if they work full time and are only available evenings. I like to be home by 7:30. Me. One student addressed me in an email by writing: "Aloha Jenski." Um, what? Aloha? I better find out that he just got back from a Hawaiian vacation. Only half of them handed in their (assigned) draft on time that I am supposed to review before meeting with them. HALF. They are grad students. Why wouldn't you hand in something that is due? To me? ME!

Luckily, all three I met with today were very glad to meet with someone and participated in the session. It is a bioethics assignment to present two sides of an ethical topic objectively, and I think they benefited more from just talking about their ideas out loud. I only met with one guy for 15 minutes, but he seemed genuinely relieved to have talked about it.

The last guy and I talked about his paper for about 40 minutes and then just chatted for the last 20 of the session. The L.D. on him? During our chat, I found out that we are from about an hour apart in VT among other things. He likes coffee (now); I like coffee. I said I was out of the habit of drinking coffee because I had been sick, but I miss the taste and I feel a little guilty for wanting to pick the habit back up. He said that is like him and beer. I said beer is good for you though. Then I stalked him on Facebook and found out a bunch more. Like he brews beer. This is my reward for complaining so much about helping out with this class. I get paid to flirt. My roommate says I have to wait a couple of days if I want to email him. Really? That sounds very stereotypically male.

So that put me in a good mood at the end of the day. ME! Happy! No more talk of the plague.

Stay tuned for reflections on internet dating tomorrow (if I can come up with any good reflections that is).

You walked in to the party, like you were walking on to a yacht.
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye; your scarf it was apricot.
You had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte.
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner....