He says I have Art Deco underwear.

Back from Scott's... ^_^ I feel like I'm smiling fakely when I do smile, which... well, right now, I just don't have the strength for it. I'm being lazy in CAD class; I finished all the drawings, and I can always get the rest done. Ms. Lavassani just... doesn't have a teaching method that appeals to me. She's hard to understand at times. *shrug* I wish Dad were teaching me this stuff-- he's a cool teacher, I'm sure of it.

So yesterday after class I rushed home to bake the Chocolate Chip II cookies for the guys (including Scott's roommates, Derek and Brett), and Scott said he'd show up around 2:15, as he was studying. He has at least two days a week when he just studies-- no class. Photo lab takes up most of his time, and he told me he spent over four hours trying to do one print. He's so dedicated, but I keep thinking he'll stress. Then again, it's Scott. He doesn't stress. He's so... inhuman at times.

Well, I got the cookies done, and around 2:30 Scott showed up; the g'rents left to go fix a busted tire in the car, and they still hadn't returned. But they knew my plans for going to Scott's (obviously, there was that whole Baba + Mer's "virtue" thing), so I just left a note and went. Well, the plan was to wait for the guys to come home and we'd make dinner, so after my physical exam (I had to wear one of those backless robes that was about five sizes too big) and picking up my prescription ($26 more than I thought; stupid confusing Prescription solutions!) we headed back to the library. Thankfully the Periodical Reserve had the LA Times from the 17th, so I could work on my essay/media notebook for Journalism that's due tomorrow. It was actually easier than I thought, and I only have a bit more clarification and such to go before it's done. I'm only worried about being able to print it, as WordPerfect has been somewhat of a bitch on my comp as of late.

By 7, it was dark and warm outside, plus Scott was exhausted... we headed to Hollywood to pick up some groceries at Trader Joe's and Ralph's, but along the way... I don't even remember why, but I just got really sad. I had all these traitorous thoughts in my head, nasty "what ifs" wondering why Scott was even with me, why he cared, blah blah... I hate being self-loathing and self-doubting; it doesn't feel like "me." He didn't even notice. I couldn't say any of that stuff... I hate being weak, and revealing weakness. I perked up a bit after we got to the apartment; the guys were nice to me, and they even remembered my name! Scott and I worked on dinner, though Scott, cooking genius that he is (his mom's a chef) did most of the work. Dinner, btw, was wheat fettucini with marinara and sauteed mushrooms, with marinated turkey patty mixed on. Plus handmade garlic bread on pain compote, and my favorite carbonated juice drink-- wild berry Juice Squeeze. ^_^ When everyone was finished (and I should mention, two British guys, neighbors of the roomies, came over. They greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, which oddly made me feel insanely special!) I brought out the cookies-- by Goddess, I think they were impressed. I was impressed with myself-- it's been a while since I've baked, I've NEVER done so at Baba's, I had limited supplies of an unfamiliar nature, AND they still turned out great. ^_^ I guess I actually have *rights* to brag now...

We watched some of the PS2 Rocky Game (why is there a Rocky Statue, huh?) and then moved onto Empire Strikes Back.
( OMG. I noticed so many wanks. )

head hurts. wanna eat lunch, go to the getty with Scott, and go home. *sigh* More wangst later.