He said he would he call, but he hasn't. Should I call him? He may call later on, and so I don't want to call and sound pushy if he's still planning on calling, but if I wait till the end of the day, and he still hasn't called, then it will be too late to call him. I'm so conflicted! (For clarification, I am referring to a phone call about a job interview and not some parallel universe where a boy expressed interest in calling me.) I was attempting to circumvent the evil career center and set up an interview directly, but now I don't know if he's forgotten about me, or my phone number, or if he didn't want to talk to me in the first place, or if he is still planning on calling at the end of the day, when he said we might meet. But he also said something about e-mailing him and a phone interview later, so I guess I could just wait and if he doesn't call then I could email, but I'd really rather just get it over with now. Such complications.

Another thing about interviews: Why do they all want to know my SAT score? I mean, I can do the whole standardized test thing if they really want - my performance on a test would probably be much better than my performance at an interview. I'm just honestly curious as to how they think this particular four year old number is relevant to them in anyway. I never really understood the lasting importance of the SAT until I got to Wash U. I took it once and thought it was good compared to other people in my high school, but no, what you're supposed to do is take classes about it and take the test six times in order to pick up an extra ten points here and there until your score is better than everyone's, not just those idiots at your high school. Why, that 800 math was so easily within my grasp and like a fool I didn't even bother to to try to sit through one more test to get it.

The job search process is so very silly. But I've probably made that opinion clear here by now, and should try to stop writing things about it and find something actually interesting to do with my time. On a more colorful subject, my arm is feeling somewhat better (see below).

- posted by Darcey @ 2:59 PM

 
My arm is still sore. By "still" I may or may not be referring to an incident that may or may not have occurred two days ago in my consumer behavior class, involving a chair, some stairs, and me flying headfirst through the air. (Incidentally, I would like to point out that chair, stair, and air all rhyme.) If I were, hypothetically, referring to such an incident, I should probably take this time to clear up some confusion. I know if you were to witness such an event, your immediate response would be to turn and stare, and then you would probably have some questions. For example, what the hell is wrong with that girl? Is she drunk? How do you manage to fall down the stairs while sitting in a chair? First, let me assure you that, in this hypothetical event, this girl is not drunk. You are confusing her with her little brother, who has turned into such a predictable little teenager. But that's a different story. Second, let me assure you that such things can reasonably happen when you have a wheeled chair positioned dangerously close to steep edges. And once these things get started, there is momentum and wide open space with nothing for your hands or feet to reach onto. So even if you are perfectly aware of the big crash you are about to cause, there is nothing you can do to stop it once it has gotten started. I know you were probably wondering about such a situation and I just wanted to fill you in, so that you would know how to react just in case such a thing ever actually did happen. That's all.

- posted by Darcey @ 2:26 PM

 
So, the rest of the debate night: I tried to walk to the ECM house. I was IDed twice on the way up to Brookings. Then all was fine until I got to Forsyth, where dump trucks and bunches of policemen in their long black raincoats blocked my path and directed me down to Wydown and then back up to Forsyth. At this point, I had to ask another policeman what to do, and he just looked at me suspiciously and kept asking for the address, which I didn't know, though I could point to the house from where we were standing. Then a kindly Forsyth resident took me away from the policeman and showed me how to cut through an apartment parking lot to get across the street. I reached the ECM house and all was quiet for a time. Then we tried to leave. As we walked outside, we could see people cutting through the parking lot just as I had. But at the same time, cops in riot gear, armed with dogs, were surrounding the barricades and yelling at frat boys for opening their own front door. So we tried to cross the street. Once we had already passed the first guard, a decision was made that we three apolitical-looking white girls in our twenties were the place to draw the line when it came to crossing the street and cutting through the parking lot. We were promptly sent back in the other direction. So it was that our journey to our apartment, located to the northeast, began by walking several blocks west. Several minutes later we were able to reach the point on the other side of the apartments, twenty feet from where we began. This was the location of a protest consisting mainly of people in silly hats singing nonsense songs about war. I am told that, later, helium balloons were forcibly taken from some of these protesters, because we all know the grave security threat that helium balloons can pose to presidential candidates when they are carefully contained several blocks away. Then our journey northeast continued to the south. About an hour later, after encountering protesters of all shapes and sizes, we reached our apartment. Then we went and got Thai food on the deserted loop and came home and watched the debate on mute while consuming vodka and listening to the new Cake CD (which has been playing continuously ever since). The debate looked just like any other news thing; once it started, there was no way to tell it was in the athletic complex. I was talking today to people who actually did things, like get into the debate, or work for CNN, or hold up signs on CNN, and that's cool for those people who actually do things. I had fun watching them do things.

So I was going to try to put a link here to Rory's pictures of the day, because, as we have established, I am easily amused and I think it's cool that the Internet can do things like that. However, either I am in fact not able to do that, or am not allowed, or my computer just sucks. I'm leaning toward the last option.

- posted by Darcey @ 2:31 PM

 
Important update: While watching important debate activities at Wash U on CNN, I took the paint off the coffee table with a cotton ball full of nail polish remover. My stupidity saddens me (not to mention the feelings of my poor coffee table). Update complete.

- posted by Darcey @ 3:38 PM

 
I was going to write about all the exciting debate activities happening at Wash U today, but first let me tell you the really important news. You'll never guess what I came home and found in my room: blinds! That's right, blinds! They fit right in the window. They go up and down at my will. One second I can look at the view outside and the next second I can block it. Ah, the power!

All right, anyway, that debate thing. I'll admit I think all this stuff is kind of cool. It was interesting when all the media people showed up a few days ago with their vans and golf carts and spot lights and satellites. And now they're actually broadcasting the news from right here! We watched Hardball last night so we could see Graham Chapel and our fellow students waving signs in the background. Chris Matthews called us all rich and liberal, which of course, compared to the population at large, we are, to a disproportionate extent. But he was really snotty about it. There's a better word I want than snotty, but I can't think of it. If I do, you won't know anything about it because I'll erase this sentence. Then there's CNN in the quad. Today I might have to watch them too, to see what there is to see of my campus. But of course it has to be raining the day everyone is here looking at us.

And so today, in addition to the media, there are police, and the students are all in political/protest mode. There are signs and stickers and a lot of pink t-shirts having something to do with giving the president the pink slip. When I left for class, about four people were sitting on the steps of the Methodist church on the corner with a hand-painted sign that was some sort of protest to the debate. Apparently, these four people sitting around warranted the arrival of three police cars while I was walking by. These police were gone on my way back, but there were new police cars pulling into the university - four of them from some place called "Velda City." Where is Velda City, and are we really in that much need of their aid? They did check my ID today to let me on campus. They'd said they would do that yesterday too, but they didn't.

Besides the news and the police and the protesters, there are also those two guys running for president. I watched some of the last debate, and I'll have to watch some of this debate too, because, if I haven't mentioned it yet, they're doing it here, but really there's only so much of that silliness you can listen to. It will be more interesting to watch after the debate when someone will tell us who "won" (and once more, they will tell us this from my very own campus). So I'm not sure what exactly I'll be doing this evening. Partially I think it depends on where they'll let me go on campus. I haven't been past the quad today, but I plan on going back, and on doing so after they've closed the buildings down, so that should be interesting. I'll keep you posted.



- posted by Darcey @ 1:37 PM

 
The facts of my weekend:

1. Beth is visiting.

2. I have a lot of crap to do.

3. There is a large bug bite on the top of my forehead. I have put makeup on this bite. I do not know if this is a good idea, but it was large and red and on top of my forehead, and I am vain.

And now back to doing that crap I mentioned.

- posted by Darcey @ 4:37 PM