I'm a tacky lesbian!

Remember a while ago when I went on a rant about assumptions? Apparently my message hasn't reached everyone in the world yet.

On my way home from dinner the other night, which I had wound up eating alone because the person I was supposed to be with is more graceful than me and fell and hurt herself, I was walking back to my car. I just so happened to reach a crosswalk at the same time as a big group of people, who happened to be heading in the same direction as me. We walked alongside each other for a short distance, and then I turned left into the parking lot my car was in and, as a result, was separated from the group.

I'm not sure if the guy realized I was still within earshot or not. Either way, it caught my attention when I heard him say sarcastically, "I'd LOVE to be a tacky lesbian like that."

I turned my head and realized that he was pointing his thumb at me over his shoulder as he walked away with his friends.

I was hurt for a moment, first at the assumption that I was female, and also at the assumption that I was exclusive to women. But then I was just amused. The person who had accused me of being tacky was, for one, probably as straight as a rainbow. I can guess, from his choice of clothing, manner of walking and talking, and the considerate attention he seemed to pay to his hair (as well as the attention he paid to the guy walking beside him), that he fit a stereotype. Not that stereotypes are always right, of course. But he outwardly gave the impression.

Secondly, this man was wearing a pair of the tightest jeans I'd ever seen, that did nothing to compliment his toothpick-like figure, and a pair of canvas shoes.

I'm sorry, but no matter how popular they become, skinny jeans and canvas shoes will never look good together.

That's not an opinion. That's fact.

So, Stuck-Up Flamer who seriously lacks consideration for anyone but himself, take a good look at that hand you were pointing at me. Your thumb was directed towards me. Where were the rest of your fingers pointing? At you.

I win at grad school!

So, Significant Other is no longer Significant Other.

After laying in bed and crying for three days straight, I decided to throw myself into school as a distraction. Broken hearts heal best when overloaded with information.

Okay, I've been taking graduate classes for a week, and already I've done more homework than I did in a whole semester getting my bachelor's degree. Well...maybe that's a slight exaggeration...maybe it's more like I've done more classwork in a week than I'd do for one class in an entire semester for my undergrad. Yeah, that sounds about right.

With my THRILLING accounting job on top of all this school work, I worried for a while that I was becoming one of the world's most boring people. That right there nearly gave me an aneurysm. I pride myself on not being boring.

Fortunately for me, it seems that I have not become boring at all.

In fact, I'm already facebook friends with half of my introduction to library and information sciences class.

In this class, we're supposed to do a few group projects. We only meet once a week, so most of our communication is through some online source or another (Skype, facebook, email, discussion boards, etc.). I briefly talked to a few people at orientation, and I held conversations with five people in and around class last week. The conversations were relatively short and not very in-depth. So I was a bit worried when the professor told us that we had to form groups by the next class period. My thought on it was, Great. I'll have to beg to be allowed to join a group, as usual. No one will want me in their group, as usual.

So imagine my surprise when, a mere day after class, a group already containing five people invited me to join them!

In class, we had split into pairs and gone around the room introducing our partners to the rest of the students. It made me a bit more comfortable to feel like I was back in elementary school. Hell, I've already mastered that!

Many people in my class were impressed when it came up that I have a pet hedgehog.

Harold has helped to rocket me to popularity!

Our group has been dubbed "Team Hedgehog." We have a facebook group, with a photo of Harold as the group profile picture.

I have no problem whatsoever exploiting Harold for my own selfish ends.