Snowed in

My first friend at ORU dropped Anatomy.

Sad day.

In other news, I tried out chapel today, and it was an adventure. The woman in front of me stood up every five paces and waved her hands at the speaker. This is from the balcony, mind you. The commuters all have to sit up there, but I'm too indifferent to mind.

Oh, and I took the chemistry placement test! I get to stay in the class!

Also, I was waiting in the little alcove studying diligently with my little anatomy book in my lap, and this girl was saying horrible things about one of her friends. It was a guy, I assumed, because I know the kind of guy she was talking about and I know the kind of girl she is, too. She was dressed professionally and her makeup was pretty intense. She's the type of girl who dresses maturely, chooses adult-like hobbies, all to mask the deep sense of immaturity she possesses. My theories were confirmed as she proceeded to confront the offender as per the first friend's recommendation.

"We need to talk about something, but I don't think we should do it here," she says. The guy is in trouble, and he knows it. I pretend to be really interested in my anatomy book, not that I can concentrate because she is making quite the scene.

"I don't know if I can handle the way you treat me anymore!" she jumps in. "Remember the other day at your apartment. I was so excited about my new job and the first thing you ask is how much I made. Not 'congratulations,' or 'I'm so proud of you.' How much money did I make? Is that all you care about?"

He tells her she misunderstood him, and she attacks him again, claiming he's twisting her words. The guy speaks slowly and deliberately, and he has to, because one wrong move could launch her tinny whine again. He tells her what she wants to hear, of course, and then she ends the conversation by saying, "I guess I need to just tell you when something's bothering me instead of letting it pile on, but the thing is, I just hate confrontation..." LIE.

You see, I don't mean to overhear such things, they just happen around me and I can't help it, especially when I'm trying to concentrate on other things like, um, the circulatory system. Anyway, I hate high maintenance friends, even if they act that way toward other people. I wanted to interrupt, tell her to find a new friend if she's so unhappy or to learn that he doesn't intend to belittle her, and if this pattern of communication indicates the rest of their friendship, he probably doesn't know how to relate to her because he's afraid of launching another tirade. And next time, don't launch your little melodrama in a public place because I'll not have raving, hormonal theatrics on my watch!

The good thing about ORU is that I've gotten in touch with some of my friends from grade school. I'm talking about the guy who introduced me to Star Wars. Yeah, that's how long I've known him!

Tulsa is covered with sheets of ice. My car door was frozen shut and I nearly got frostbite on my hands trying to scrape the windows with my little Shane & Shane CD case. Luckily the drive wasn't too bad until the hill to my street. A poor baby Lexus coupe was having the hardest time puttering up that hill, going "puttputtputtputtspinout. puttputtputtspinout," but it didn't hit anything to my knowledge.

So we're snowed in this weekend, but I'm kind of relieved. Maybe it will be enough to change my homely tendencies lately, and when it melts I'll venture into the Tulsa social scene and make some new friends.