21 Means, Well, Not What it Should

Again, its birthday season, so I'm really looking forward to that. When I was 18, things were going so good that I thought that by 21 I'd have it all figured out. Who knew that I wouldn't and that I'd really just miss being 18...life is crazy like that.

Gave a small presentation on Carnivale di Venezia (Italian version of Mardi Gras) today in class...I've become a nervous public speaker, especially in another language, so I'm super relieved it's done!

I got my new MacBook Pro (although, I'm writing this with the terminally ill iBook G4 I got when I was in high school). Its pretty neat, with a camera in it and all kinds of cool features. My favorite part is that it looks pretty....is that wrong?

In other news, I lost 5 bucks on a game of Madden (I'm rusty/not as slick as I used to be) and am going to the Pistons/Spurs game tmw night. I have to admit, I dislike both teams, but I'm pulling for the Pistons on this one since the worse the Spurs do, the better the Mavs do (and thusly, the better I feel).

My German visiting scholar TV theory teacher mistakenly says "oftenly" as opposed to just "often." I think we should add it to the dictionary.

So, last night a pretty girl that I was checking out in the union study room saw me checking her out (yes, I have a staring problem). Anyway, I resumed my work and then 20 minutes later she came over to me, smiled a nice smile and asked politely if I was in Poly Sci 209 or something. I stupidly just replied "No, sorry." and let her walk away. I didn't even think that she'd possibly come over with a question she already knew the answer to just to try and talk to me. And instead of playing along and saying "No, but my name is 'Alex,' what's your's?" I shooed her away like she was a hobo asking for a twenty. I oftenly (sounds cool, doesn't it!?) say stupid things, especially when it comes to relating to the opposite sex...why is this!?

I'm 21 years old now...I feel like I'm 14.