Monday, 11/29/04 - 10:37 pm.
Today's the 3rd anniversary of George Harrison's death. But we remember George (well, duh).
Well, today's been a long, miserable day. Ok, not so miserable, but certainly overwhelming. I was at 9 am in the university, ready to attend a series of conferences.
At 9:30 a classmate comes up to me and asks me if I could help him put together some pages for the conference. I said ok, and walked into a big office with luxurious cubicles.
I started and a secretary asks me for my name. I was holding the stapler, doing my own thing, when she came with a tag name.
Long story short: I missed the first conference, because I ended up putting together all the material for each of the 250 people in attendance. I wasn't upset at all, I was actually glad to help, and I chose that over being inside the auditorium, listening to the conference (although it was a subject I was very interested in). A few classmates came into the office to help, and the professor in charge of those conferences (my psychodinamics professor) thanked us.
As a reward, them and I (and the first classmates who asked me to help them) got to have extra sandwiches for lunch.
I called Joseph after I ate my first sandwich.
- Me: hi, are we meeting up for lunch? Are you coming?
- Him: no...I'm not.
That broke my heart. I tried not to take it personally, though, because after all, it probably wasn't. I'll probably be there by 3:30 or 4, he said.
His absence wasn't such a loss, because I got to be with my friends, study for the final on wednesday, and have the extra sandwich, for free. Oh, and go with them for a cold capuccino and a doughnut before the afternoon conference begun at 3 pm.
I tried to call Joseph at about that time, to tell him I'd be free at 5. A strange voice picked up the phone. A voice with a severe mexican accent, and that's how I knew it was his dad.
He explained something about Joseph's mom coming from Costa Rica (she was in Brazil and wasn't coming until december, supposedly) and leaving his cell phone. I didn't quite get it, but the man was quite nice, and his accent was kind of cute.
So up to the present time, I haven't heard from Joseph.
I heard of Angel and Christine's break up, and besides feeling so bad for the both of them, and wishing there was something I could do, I can't help thinking that's where Joseph and I are heading: the break up.
I don't know what to say about that. Or rather, I don't want to talk about it. Lucky me, I'm too busy to think right now.
I was falling asleep in psychometrics. I was so tired I was going to throw up. I am beat up, but I'm trying to finish the research tonight (it's due on wednesday, the same day as my final).