I didn't get to bed until around 4 AM this morning, and got back up at 9 AM. I was GROGGY, I'll tell you wut. I wore a long black skirt and a gold turtleneck sweater with hald sleeves to my meeting, seeing as how I could NOT find my white blouse ANYWHERE. I put a blazer over it, and called it good. Put my hair up and left. I did my makeup in the car while Kenny drove. He was quiet. He said his stomach hurt. Anyway, got to the meeting and the gal is super nice and very friendly and very apologetic about not getting to me sooner. And she said she would refer me to some medical friends of hers who need some web site work done. Cool.
Went out to eat. Kids at the table next to us were LOUD. We didn't talk at all. Went to see my advisor and informed him that I had just gotten back from a meeting with the director of the NPO. He said that he needed to talk to me about something, but that I should go first and tell him what I had come there to tell him. I asked him for what had been talked about last week (while I was getting my tattoo; I'd told him I had a migraine). He told me. We talked about my Bachelor's research project. (He likes my idea, but thinks it's too broad; I don't.) We talked about journal articles for my literature review and then about his newly adopted daughter. So, then, I ask him what he wanted to talk to me about, and he asks (And I am not making this up): "Did you ever meet with anyone from the NPO about your internship?"
My jaw dropped. Hadn't he been listening to me? I repeated that I had just come from a meeting with the director and that I would be building two (that's right: TWO) web sites for them. The look on his face was PRICELESS. I kind of had a sneaking suspicion that he was trying to throw me off the trail to get my 9 credits by giving me phone numbers of people who had NO CLUE what the hell I was talking about. The look on his face was kinda like, "What? You THWARTED my devious plan to ruin your career?!?!?!?!" I wanted to laugh, but I didn't.
Went to the library and got some books on morality and politics and sent some journal articles to myself. Then I went to class. Someone asked me about my book (Yay!) and wanted the ISBN number (Yay!) and then wouldn't take the note I wrote the number on (Boo!). (But he was wearing a Steelers' hat and a Hines Ward jersey, and he was leaving class early, too, to see the Steelers' game, so I'll forgive him. I left class two hours early and went to Wal*Mart. Got new ink for one of my printers. Got some cool eyelashes for the next gig. They glow in the dark. Then, we went out to Mom's and watched the Steelers versus the Refs... I mean the CHARGERS. Sorry. I must have been tired 'cause I slept through the third quarter.
