Wednesday, November 27, 2002

 

I have the most wonderful boyfriend in the whole world... he's stuck in an airport right now, trying to make it home to see me for Thankgiving.

See, it went something like this... I have spent the last umm.... three months? Stressing about whether Chad was going to make it down for Thanksgiving, and whether I was going to go up the Southaven, and whether I was going to go up there even if he didn't make it, yada yada yada... And Chad decided it would be a great idea to just show up here this morning and pick me up... Which was, of course, a wonderful idea. Except for one thing... no one factored in Chad's odd luck... yeah. So Chad got on an airplane last night to fly from Denver to Indiana (I think?)... but the plane was an hour late leaving (it wasn't Chad's fault, I swear!)... So Chad missed his connecting flight to Memphis. And the airline said "Oh, we're so sorry... We'll put you on a plane to Memphis a 1pm on Thankgiving day... but no, you can't have your luggage back, we'll send it to Memphis on the next flight. Here's a t-shirt and some toothpaste for your trouble." And Chad yelled and kicked and screamed... but they wouldn't do anything... so he ended up staying the night in wherever he is... and spending the day in the airport trying to make it on an earlier flight... there's one more flight today he might be able to get on, but it's probably overbooked, so we're not sure. But he will definately fly out tomorrow... no later than 1pm... and then he's coming to get me... and I'll be all happy and stuff... and we will eat turkey.

The moral of the story is: never fly Northwest... and always account for Chad's luck to randomly kick in at some point during a trip *grin*

So I'm here at school, until tomorrow afternoon... and everyone else has left. it's an interesting feeling... I don't think I've ever been on campus when it was this quiet... not even Easter weekend. I took a walk earlier tonight, and the lights are off in most of the buildings... the drill field is dark... the union is locked... there are a max of five cars in any given parking lot... But the engineering buildings (Simrall and Walker, in particular) are still a buzz pf activity... all the lights are on... random students entering and exiting the buildings... Yeah, I have a lot to look forward to in the future... This won't be the only semester I have to pull all-nighters on a regular basis. Which is depressing... but not too depressing tonight, because it's a gorgeous night, it's clear and cold and still... and quiet... it's nice. I can't be depressed on a night like tonight... the only thing that would make it better is if someone else were here... someone who could go walking with me, and talk, but would know when to shut up and enjoy the stillness.

On a totally different note, I caught up with a couple of my boys last night... people I hadn't seen in a while. It's interesting... people change, and yet... they never really do. It's hard to explain. But anyway... guys gradually lose contact with me because they get a new girlfriend and she doesn't like me, or they think that I won't approve of her, or because they are doing something they know I would kick their butt for... or whatever... but eventually, they come back. For whatever reason... I don't understand why... but it makes me feel like Mom... I'm here to make food for the guys and give them advice, and they start ignoring me after a while.... and when the world starts falling down around their ears, they come running back to me. Like I'm the keeper of normalicy or something... like I can make everything better... like... like I'm in charge. It's an odd feeling... I'm not sure I like people feeling like I'm all powerful or in charge... I'm actually glad that I'm not in charge of the world... being in charge is a stressful thing.

But anyway.... back to the point... said boys are doing well... I may have to kick their butts later this year, but we'll see about that one. One of them (who's 19) is now dating a *30-year-old* divorced woman... He says he's dating her because she likes him, and she's "more experianced." More experianced at what? I asked him... he answer was vauge... Something about dating. Yeah... he and I may have to talk about that one. "More experianced" usually means "more risk of disease"... And he's not the kind of person to think of these things ahead of time. But, other than that.... they seem to be doing well. Which is good. The world has managed to survive without me, for the most part, this semester.

Oh well... I had better get back to killing time... I have Christmas cards to finish, and dishes to do, and I should pack or something... and sleep. Sleep is good.

posted by Deedee 7:17 PM