It was a lovely weekend, this weekend, despite the fact that I got sick and my palms are purple and bruised from pushing wood slats into place. My lovely bench is nearly finished - all I need to do now is dissassemble it again, so a final sanding, final varnish and gluing, and it'll be all set. I got many compliments on it, even from the professors. As for being sick, I ended up falling asleep last night instead of doing my interp paper and had to churn out 4 pages of crap within an hour, but the teacher isn't too mad. I would like to have something better though, but I'm having trouble working up the motivation to do anything constructive. And the fever is gone and the snuffles are minimal now. There's just this terrible cough that feels like it's ripping my chest apart.
I have been reviewing my love life - a life which is still severely lacking. I have come across several men in my stay here at CMU who have caught my attention. However, many a time, I have been rejected with "I like you as a friend." In practically all of these cases, I have come to realize that I'm quite all right with that, and am actually glad they rejected me, as I look back and think, "God, why was I interested in him like that?" I think though, that eventually I would like a guy who looked at me before he would look at the pretty girl everyone generally wants and goes, "I want Angela, and no one else."