2002-05-18
5:13 p.m.

"Good judgment comes from experience. Experience comes from bad judgment."

Well, Meri called. She said that it was kind of shitty what happened yesterday, but not to beat myself up about it. She said to just not make decisions for her anymore, which I can totally understand. She also said it further proved her theory that I have bad judgment, and she knew that these things happen with Sathya and me. (Kind of like Fox's, "Don't worry. It's a "Lisa thing to do"). So anyway, I guess I won't think too much more about it. It's just another mistake I can work to correct.

What made it worse though, is that Meri said there were these two bitches talking shit about her at work. Meri has not had a good couple of days!

I also talked to Wendy. I was so relieved, because we agreed to not have another meeting till July 1st. That's when Student Government will be official, so we can appoint officers, and decide when to have the retreat. So all is fine on the work/school front. I just have to wait to hear back from Leticia in advising and counseling to see if I got the job I applied for in the career center.

Wendy and I will be meeting sometime next week for non-student government related stuff. We want to meet over the summer and start a kind of writing group, which should be fun.

I also told Wendy about how I have been feeling so socially drained. I not only need a break from student government, but Sathya as well. He's been sucking up so much of my time, (like a succubus). I felt kind of bad because I later went on to say that he's a mixture of a brother, a boyfriend and a tick... God, I am so awful sometimes! We also talked about how he is often so scathing with his words. Wendy and I both know how much power words can have, and sometimes I don't think Sathya realizes that. He's aid some really hurtful things. Just the other day, he called my mom a psychopath. She may be neurotic, maybe even crazy, but she's no psychopath. I almost agreed with him until I realized how scathing that word was. He's called me demented. He's even called me shallow. He later went on to explain that I was shallow in my experiences, and not in my relations to others, but still. Since he's sprained his ankle the other day he's been especially snappy... So anyway, Wendy said to talk to him, of course. I need to clue him in to the fact that tact is a necessary skill he needs to learn.

Anyway, ta ta for now, as Wendy would say.