Not a Very Cohesive Post

I will, however, try to at least be coherent. That's about all I can do anymore, as I've used just about all of my energy to survive this week. Since all the big projects are done, all I have left is showing up for classes tomorrow. Finally, I can sleep!

But in the midst of this, my life has been filled with so much blog-fodder that I feel compelled to write about it. Firstly, a note to all who may not have noticed: I added a new link, to a LiveJournal blog written by Emily, a friend of mine from marching band and pep band.

In fact, I made Emily's day today. You see, "today" is her half-birthday. I say "today" because her half-birthday is 31 November, which, for those of you who don't look at calendars, doesn't exist. So I sent her a little message declaring that 12:00 on 30 November to 12:00 on 01 December was equivalent to 31 November. So part of today and part of tomorrow thus equal "today." And she's actually been celebrating this nonexistent day.

Now some of you may be thinking that that's hardly fair to her. Well it isn't. Life isn't fair. My birthday is such that I get stuck sharing my half-birthday with the founding of our nation; hers has one that doesn't exist. That's just the way it is.

Which brings me to my next point: I've finally sorted out my friends from the Carolinas whose names begin with E. Emily is originally from North Carolina, and Eleanor is originally from South Carolina. Perhaps the dots on this map will help should I ever get the two confused again (heaven forbid!).

Switching to something completely unrelated, the Rice Avenue Community Public Library's site received its 1,000th hit on Sunday 26 November at 20:02 ET. I later found out in an email that the librarian decided to set all of the library's public terminal's homepages to the site "so that people were aware that such a page existed." Awesome. It's only been up for eleven months! But I can't complain. Technically, now that I don't need community service hours for anything, I get no benefit from maintaining the site whatsoever other than the satisfaction of knowing I'm helping out a local organization in need. And the best part is, I can still do it from here, too.

Pitt's men and women are both 7-0 in basketball, and the men are ranked second in the nation according to the latest AP poll. That's exciting. As for a possible bowl game in football, I mentioned that it was extremely unlikely. There is still a chance however, that we will be selected, but I'm really not holding out any hope. If you care though, the selection show is on Sunday 03 December.

Which is Laurel's one-year anniversary with her boyfriend. Early congratulations are in store for that. And that reminds me: I thought I got through another Friday the Seventeenth without anything bad happening. I mean seriously, I survived a monster CHEM exam, aced a PHYS quiz, and both basketball teams won in a doubleheader... all on the day that is usually the worst for me.

Well, guess again. As I'm sure most of you have heard by now, my girlfriend and I have broken up. It was pretty much in the works since Thursday 16 November, and it was confirmed on Monday 20 November, our would-have-been six-month anniversary together. However, it was over long before then. According to an email sent to me on Friday 24 November, she "started to like someone" and didn't want me "to come home and find out [she] was with another guy." Okay. Fine.

But here's the interesting part: The next time I saw that she was on AIM, I saw that she was away. So I checked her away message. It was a direct insult at me. And below it, in her profile, in the same font and color as my name had been for nearly six months... a new name, and the date "11/17/06," which conveniently was also the first day of the FootSteps weekend she was attending. So my difficult week was more difficult than I'd originally imagined, and I didn't even realize it until a few days ago.

Next Friday the Seventeenth: 17 August 2007. A wonderfully refreshing eight and a half months away after a year that had three of them. And coming full circle, the last Friday the Seventeenth (back in March), was Andrea's half birthday. Isn't it amazing how stuff works out like that?

I'm really surpised it's almost December. This semester has really flown by. And I have a feeling I'll be saying that a lot.

Random tangent: There is no random tangent. Seriously, this whole post has been random tangent. The last thing you need is another one.