This is going to sound odd I suppose, but, it's my blog, so I'm going to say it anyway. I love the smell of guys. You know what I'm talking about right? That cologne, soapy, guy smell. I was sitting next to this cute guy on the bus this morning, and he had that smell. I don't know why I love it so much, but I do. I think I really need to get a boyfriend.
I saw Rex Grossman the other day on campus. He was about 5 feet from me. For those of you who don't know, he's our school's football Quaterback. He's not the hottest guy I've ever seen, but I certainly wouldn't turn him down if by some miracle he asked me out. I don't know why I got so excited over it. I've had famous, or you know, famous for a college football town, players in my classes before. I had a UF receiver that sat behind me all the time in my History of Education class. Andra Davis was in my softball class 2 springs ago, and he used to give me high fives and that fist hitting thing people do. Andra was a really well known and really good defensive linebacker here. But seeing Rex was still cool.
I got a 10/10 on my quiz in my Viking Experience class. I feel all special since I was the only one in the class to get a perfect on it. And what's even better is, I hadn't done most of the reading the quiz was on. I think things like these just reinforce my bad study habits. I have a test in my Astronomy class tomorrow. Mucho reading to do for that. I'm not worried though. I had this same professor for a different Astronomy class in the summer, and it was easy. I got an A, and I think I skipped that class at least twice a week. For his reviews, he tells us exactly what each question is on. You have to be an idiot to not at least get a B. Let's hope I don't get anything lower than that and then feel like an ass.
Have I mentioned how much I hate working lately? Why do I only ever get the late shifts? It's not that they're that late for me, as I'm up until all hours of the night anyway, but they suck. I hate having to drive back to my place at 11:30, look for a parking space, and then have to walk back to my room in the dark by myself. But I need some money, so I guess I don't have a choice.
We're supposed to have our Co-ed and Women's Intramural Softball games tonight, but it's been raining and I have a feeling they're going to get cancelled again. Which is good, since I would like to study for my test, but it's also bad, since I like to play. Sometimes I really miss that hanging out with your teammates thing and being together all the time that happened playing softball year round competitively. But not the competitiveness part of it. That's why I like intramurals. We got out, have a good time playing, and then usually go somewhere and eat and have a couple drinks afterwards. And since it's raining again now, I really think all the games are going to have to be cancelled. The field conditions will be too dangerous to play on, especially since it seems like a lot of people who play have never played softball or baseball before in their lives. But, we're also now doing a Women's Flag Football team. My women's softball team has won the intramural championship the last 3 semesters, and all the girls on our team are athletic, so I think we should do well with football. Besides, I want to hurt someone :-)
The one good thing about the rain: no tennis class. We've had so many rain days now that haven't let us play that she's run out of lecture material, so she's decided we don't have to go to class anymore if it's raining. Now we just do some 10 minute assignment she gives us to do at home instead of going to class. Woo!!
87 days til I leave for New York. Yay! I can't wait for classes to end already, so I can leave, which is probably a bad thing. I find myself not caring much about school. Not that I won't be trying to get my A's, I'm just in that, oh, I'm graduating soon, who cares phase. I want to graduate with honors though, so I won't be slacking too much. Need to get A's and B's to keep my GPA high enough for honors.
GatorJen's musings on life
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