Saturday, April 13, 2002

 

My outing last night helped my mood a lot.... Neil and Josh and I sat around and talked, and ended up watching The One... I think I may have dozed on and off for that one, since it didn't seem to make too much sense... I think I caught the basis of the plot, but I'm not sure. The fighting scenes were pretty good, though. Good action movies usually make me feel better... And the Bacardi Silver didn't hurt either :-)

So today I woke up in a fairly good mood... I got to tlak to Chad last night, and I slept well, and all was good. Except one thing nagging at the back of my brain.... I got an e-mail from one of my proffesors last night. All it said was "I want you to see me ASAP." I didn't check my mail until after 11pm, so he wasn't in his office... So I sent him a reply asking if Monday after class would be an ok time to meet. He hasn't replied yet.... Which leaves me to rack my brain trying to figure out why he wants to see me. I read a book during class on friday, but the guy next to me always reads in class, and I've brought books to his class before and he hasn't said anything. I would think he would mention that while I was in class anyway. I've eaten in class the last couple of meetings... just skittles and stuff like that... but he would have talked to me in class about that too... The only thing I can think of that he would want to have me come to his office for is if he thought I was cheating. Which I'm not. I am in a prett good position to cheat, as I sit next to the smartest guy in class, but how obvious would that be? This is not a class that people cheat in... it's an easy class, there's no point in cheating. So why would I cheat? And, if I was cheating, I wouldn't have such a sucky quiz average. Grr. I don't like talking to teachers. They scare me. Grrr.

Then, this afternoon, Elisa tells me that my doctor called me yesterday and left a message... Myra wants me to call her ASAP. She says it nothing to worry about, I just need to call her.... but of course, I'm worried. All the awful possiblities are running through my head.... what if my tests came back and I have some odd form of female cancer? What if they dropped my samples, and I have to do the whole thing over? What if... the list goes on and on and on... So I have to call on Monday, and hopefully, they'll have to ask me somehting dumb like what my social security number is, or if I'm allergic to latex or somehting. And all will be good. But until then, it's gonna bug me.

Which brings me to my point.... Why do people call/e-mail on friday and leave very vauge, worrying messages for people when you know they won't be able to do anything about it until Monday? That's just mean. I mean, really, what am I supposed to do? Walk around like nothings wrong, and not wonder or worry about what the hell is going on?

I hate not knowing. It drives me nuts.

posted by Deedee 2:39 PM