I'm turning into a grammar Nazi.

I'm a tutor; I tutor the kids in Criminal Justice at my University.
---not really kids, all are either my age, one year younger, or one year older---

Twice today, within the span of ten minutes, I heard myself correcting these kids(19 and 18 year old women.. more on those two) on their grammar, in my head.

I try to avoid being pretentious, so I'm a little alarmed by the little voice in my head that constantly corrects other people when they use than rather than then, or mispronounce words like illicit(SHOUTOUT). Ah well

Back to the two girls... Lets call 'em A and B. I like 'em both; they're both really sweet people. A is from...

I'll finish this later. This library is way too cold.

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Vee asked me to go watch a movie with her this past friday.

I declined, citing LSAT prep as my reason for not going. I intended to study, but I ended up doing something else all friday and saturday night. Something way more important.



I trained my pokemon.
I am now the Pokemon League Champion! My Infernape was amazing, as were my Luxray, Blastoise, and Arcanine. I'm so proud of those guys(and gals.)

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This entry was s'posed to be about my roommate Alex.
And why I don't like him.(heres a hint: i believe he smashed my bottle of tapiocca balls that I was gonna' use to make boba tea with and didn't clean it up. And he uses my stuff and doesn't clean it up. And he is creepy. And..., I'm done for now.)

BUT! AN-iwearmysunglassesatnight-H (http://mynameisanh.nutang.com) is coming down from our hometown to visit me! Hip-hip-hooray!

AND one of my favorite orators, Bishop T.D. Jakes is coming down from Dallas to preach in San Antonio next friday. First him, then Rod Parseley, now Anh.

Yay.

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The Elvia infatuation has passed.

Dun get me wrong---- I still think that she is a beautiful, smart, and sweet girl; however, those damn belly-infesting butterflies that used to make themselves known when our eyes met have died. I drowned them in my stomach acid.





I suspect the infatuation died because we haven't had the opportunity to speak one-on-one since the last time I wrote in here. To be honest, it doesn't bother me much.. I still have her phone number, so maybe we'll hang out some time down the road.

The following = just notes for me so I can know what to write about next week:

Alex, my new roommate. His nicknames are "hoover," and "dirt devil." Guess why.
Tina!(and the great philosopher method man/saving the world.
Newspaper stalker(kind'a)
Going to Denver
Tutor-student relations :-\


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"my humor... it's a bit high brow, so not everyone gets it. "I say sarcastically in defense of a joke I made seconds earlier. No one had laughed.
"I guess I just didn't catch it.."
"You gotta' catch 'em all," I say. "Like Pokemon!"

I turn my head to the side and mouth the word "Pokemon?" to myself before glancing over at Elvia and one of her friends. We were walking across campus to the parking lot, and it was that moment that I decided I'm going the John Mayer route: I'm never speaking up again! I'd rather bite my tongue than put my foot in my mouth.

Pokemon!?

Ah well. I do know one girl who likes Pokemon still. She used to bring her DS light to class and let me play. Why can't all people enjoy a pokebattle like me? - -;

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While I was lost in my head, Caitlin stepped out of the car. .. Well, not stepped. More like popped.. or hopped.. or something. It took me back.

Caitlin's beautiful.

Not like the, ' oh god, I want to bang her ' beautiful.. or the Monalisa beauty either. It's like something that meets between. She's got the biggest, curviest most beautiful pair of eyes that I've ever seen. They're almost green, but not completly, with a hint of mahogony in it, so it comes off looking like.. like.. a dark ornage, light copper type deal. !! VERT! that's the word I'm looking for.. II had to lean against the car for support.. I don't think anyone noticed because her mom and my mom were talking..

I wrote that more than four years ago. It had been a few years since we both moved ( her to Liberty, me to Arlington. ) and she came to visit me. I decided to post this up here because of the Elvia situation. They've got the same eye color.

I think that may be the reason Elvia makes me nervous. It's them vert colored eyes that gets me all flustered. Don't get me wrong, no one will ever compare to Caitlin, and I doubt I'll ever love anyone as purely as I loved her, and for the most part, I'm okay with that.

The english language is my favorite art form. Normally, I'm able to express myself adequately, even eloquently if I'm well versed in the topic of discussion. Being flustered... stuttering, pacing, getting nervous just isn't my thing, even when it comes to meeting someone new, whether they're man or woman. Case in point, Essuvia:

I was walking to the bus stop after school one evening when I saw her sitting alone beneath a lightpost. I recognized her from a class and approached her and a conversation ensued. We rode the bus to the parking lot, and I ended up giving her a ride to her home and getting her phone number with minimal problems, as far as nerves go. We ended up talking for about two hours( my attraction to her dwindled in those two hours, by the way. She kept calling American's stupid and bashing the politics and going ona nd on about the zionist empirical government and baaaaah humbug! Can you blame me? )

Eh-knee-wei, asking Elvia for her number was a completly different beast once I looked her in the eye. We were conversing just fine until I looked into her eyes. Then I got nervous.
I remember asking her to see her phone and proceeded to punch in my number into her phone and saved it and gave it back to her to call me. When she did, I saved her number and all was well.

A wise, WISE, wise zanzabaric rock-studying woman who shall go on nameless gave me some words of wisdom when I was entering my freshmen year of college. She told me that I could choose two of the following three things when I get to college: a social life, sleep, or good grades. I chose the latter two, which is why, SILVERDOT, I asked her to go out on a study date this weekend. She told me to call her to set up the time and place, and I did.. and aaah! Now I'm tihnking the worse.

She didn't pick up. Worse case scenario, she didn't pick up the phone because she was watching CSI. If that's the case, then theres no hope for us. I'd never date a fan of CSI. I'd rather be forced to give up being the green power ranger than have to deal with someone who is either

A) a mac owner('cept for you.)
or B) a CSI fan

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I'm in my communications class.


Professor is gesticulating as she speaks. "...And, under this I want to talk alittle bit about what we call, "leakage."

I'm going to stop istening. I don't want to listen to someone talk about leakage.


I'd rather be watching law and order

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"People usually take me for younger than what I am, " she says after telling me that I look older than what I really was.

Elvia and I were sitting in the back of the bus. There was this guy with sunglasses who kept turning around to stare at us; his gaze only added to my nervousness. I tried to play it off, but I couldn't fight those damn butterflies, which is probably why I said the following words:

"That's because of the way you act." After an incredulous look on her part, I continued.

"Theres just something about you that puts people around you at ease. You make them comfortable." It was then that she turned to face me; one hand, probably the left, was pressed firmly against our seat cushion to provide enough leverage for her turn. I was met with my own reflection when I turned my head to look at her, so I looked forward again. That guy was still glancing back at us when she spoke again, still watching me.

"Do I make you comfortable?'

"Your eyes do. When I look into them... they make me comfortable," I think I saw the guy who was watching us smirk a little, so I turned to look at her. "That's why I hate it when you wear sunglasses. I can't see your eyes."

She took them off. Then glanced over at the guy who was watching us, and...

I forgot what happened next. This was a week ago, and alot has happened since then.

Should I add to this entry?

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