Time Flies 9/15/2001
Time flies in college. I've been so distracted by so many different things that I almost forgot about my diary. Today's Saturday...ok I'll backtrack to last Friday. My sister came up around four. I was sitting in the lounge, waiting for four-thirty to roll around because that's what time she said I should meet her outside. Anyway, as I was waiting, I see this beautiful dark curly-haired girl walk past. I didn't see her face, but she was just so pretty and well-dressed, I couldn't help but feel a little envious. So I go back to my room to get something, and there my sister is, sitting on my bed talking to Linda. She was the beautiful curl-haired girl I saw.
Anyway, I took Rebecca to services with me that night. They sucked pretty badly. Most reformed services don't speak in Hebrew, they speak in English. That's why I love Jewsih Reformed services; I don't know Hebrew and I only have limited knowledge of the Jewish faith. Well, SU's reformed services simply mean that they're shorter than the Conservative and Orthodox services. They all speak and sing Hebrew songs. I constantly had to lean over and ask Becca what this word meant, or how to pronouonce this word. When my turn came to speak out loud, I always feel like such an ass. I stumble over half the words, because i can't pronounce them, and I simply mumble the rest. Linda met all kinds of friends through Hillel (Jewish organization) so I'm hoping to have the same kind of luck. Plus it's better than staying home alone.
Rebecca and I went to the Pita Pit on M Street. M Street is really popular in SU because it has all kinds of restaurants, clubs, bars, etc. I basically confessed to Becca everything that I've been writing to you guys, save for the suicide attempt. She's not real good with upset people...she can't deal with tears or unhappiness. Her answer to everything is, "Um...it'll get better. Let's go get drunk and find a party." I mean, drinking is good because it takes my mind off of things, but if I'm crying and telling you how unhappy and lonely I am, get off the topic of drinking and listen to me cry, or just give me a hug. She's a good person, but she just doesn't help.
I'm starting to get brave. There's this kid I really like who lives two doors down from me. He came into my room last night asking for hair spray. I found out that he's a sophomore and an arhcitecture major. His name is Justin. I knocked on his door two days later (Yes, Artist does have balls once in awhile) and asked him about art supplies. I didn't really give a damn where to find the most inexpensive art supplies, I just wanted to talk to him. The night Rachel and I left for dinner I left a note on his door. He's one of the only ones without a message board so my note said, "Dammit Justin, get a message board. Thanks for the art advice by the way :o)." When we came back from dinner, I found a note on my door saying, "Dammit Elissa, you should buy my broke ass a message board :o)." I went to his door to leave another cute note, but the door was open. I went in and started talking to him. He ended up in my room, talking with me and my sister for an hour. After he left, my sister said I did very well; I wasn't too pushy or too quiet. It doesn't really matter though; he has a girlfriend. It's a two-year long distance relationship. ::rolls eyes and sighs::
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