...am I approachable?

'tis the question of the day. I mean, am I any more approachable than the next person?

Since the beginning of the year, there has been this one guy in my economics class who, I suppose, has taken a liking to me. He's a friendly enough guy, I guess, but I'm not interested in him at all. Every class, I just hope that my friend from highschool will show up for class, so that there will be a person to sit inbetween me and this fellow; if my friend is not there, he'll go and sit right next to me and start asking me questions, or like last class, start talking about his grandma who used to keep nuts in a jar. I can almost possibly understand this, if I talked to him at all, but I don't. Every single time he tries to start up a conversation I answer in one word, look away, bury my nose in my textbook, notes, or agenda, start fiddling with my cell phone, or in a worst case scenario, pretend I'm really interested in what my prof is talking about.

And then I'm waiting in a doctor's office today...my appointment is for 10:45, i get in to see the doctor around noon. This guy starts talking to me! Asking me if I'm from Winnipeg, asking me about my cell phone, commenting on the wait to get in, blah blah blah. I still have half a voice and I'm sniffling away and about 10 years younger than him. GET THE PICTURE people, older men shouldn't just start talking to young women in places like doctor's offices, bus shelters, busses, etc.

So yeah, I'm sick for the second time this year, and I'm not lovin' it. I was almost fine with having 1 cold/flu per year, since that was the tradition. My 1 sickness is usually pretty bad in itself, as I feel like I'm dying and have to stay home from school/work for at least a couple days. And I already had that one sickness this year, so this was both a surprise and and unpleasant guest. But at least it's almost gone, my voice almost back, and my life back on track.

And now it's time to get my shambled life back on track. Oh, I'm so behind in homework. And I'm not going to school tomorrow morning, in order to take my friend to her friend's funeral. I think I'm doing the right thing, as if I was in her position, I would want my friend to skip to support me. Furthermore, I think this is just what J needs for her mourning process. So I'm not worrying about me.

-n