Still Cool, Brah?

I have noticed that I frequently zone out during class, and tune back in ten or fifteen minutes later to find that our discussion on computational theories of cognition has turned into an argument about whether babies are really people or not.  I have also noticed that I pay better attention when I take notes in pictures instead of words.  This could be an interesting semester.

Want to get lunch with of today?

During my freshman year of college, I dated a guy who used T9 on his phone.  T9 is like Autocorrect except pushier in its suggestions.  Thus, I got used to receiving texts from him like, “Want to get lunch with of today?”  It was kind of like a code.  Sometimes his messages required deciphering.

Once, I was texting him about how little sleep I’d gotten the night before.

“I was up until 3 doing homework, but I took a nap today.  I’ll be fine!” I sent.

“Kids!” he texted back.

Kids? I thought.  Was this his way of suggesting that we have some?  Yikes, how soon.  And that really wouldn’t help me get any sleep.

Or was he making fun of me for being young and silly?  After all, he was 22 and I was 18.  Uh oh.  Did he really see me as just a kid?

It turned out that he’d meant to text, “Lies!”  Whew.  No thank you for that one, T9.

Forgetful

(Texts to my parents.  I like to keep them updated on my exciting life.)

2:05 pm
I am so disorganized.  Went to the pool to aqua jog.  Remembered towel, clean shirt, pants.  Forgot undergarments.

2:07 pm
Oh wait.  Just found emergency undies in backpack.  I am a genius.

2:14 pm
And i can sort of dry my cold, wet sports bra under the hand dryer.  

2:16 pm
Almost makes up for also not having socks.