I don't have multiple personalities. Yes, I do! No, I don't . . .

Well. This morning I turned on some Coldplay to listen to while I was waking up; I went to sleep to Peter, Paul and Mary. Then I put in a Simon and Garfunkel CD to copy to my computer and switched the listening part to Eminem. Is there anything eclectic and weird about that? Also, yesterday, Tasia and Dane and everyone decided, sort of spontaneously, to all go out to dinner. And while I was getting ready for dinner, all alone in my room, I decided to wear a skirt (! that's weird !) and then I turned up Billy Joel really loud and danced like a crazyfool while brushing my hair. I am in such a freakin good mood lately. (Adam's theory is that I have a crush on someone. Adam's theory is bullshit.)

So the dinner party was thus, in alphabetical order. (Or rough alphabetical order, because I actually suck at alphabetical order.) Adam, Billy, Dane, Doug, Jessica, John, Kelli, Lina, Sarah, Tasia. And me. (Alphabetically, that'd either put me at the beginning, for "Abby," between Lina and Sarah, for "Me," or between Doug and Jessica, for "I," but I actually sat between Jessica and Wall.) Angela was supposed to come, but she cancelled at the very last second and spent the entire time (pretty long) sitting in my room playing my computer. That's cool.

Tasia had three beers, so I drove her and Jessica back to the dorms . . . but in Tasia's car, which is wholly unlike the last five cars I've driven. (Mine, Sarah's, Dane's, Elizabeth's, Melissa's. '78 Beetle, '99 Saturn, '77[?] Volvo, some-smallish-red-car, '99 Saturn.) Tasia's is a 2004 Hyundai Elantra, I believe, and a manual, and of those five cars, only mine is a manual. And it's entirely different from Tasia's, for a wide variety of reasons. So I looked and felt like an idiot, and I really wished that I was driving it alone because it would've been a lot of fun. But I didn't want to play with it too much with her in the car, and so I overcompensated and didn't do very well and even stalled right outside the gate. Wow. Talk about feeling dumb. Oh well; she was laced with alcohol and Jessica can't drive a stick at all, so the only one who made fun of me was the gate guard. (This is surprising; I would've expected a lot more crap from Jessica about it, but she was on the phone and probably didn't even notice.)

I've been thinking about going to soccer tryouts tomorrow, but I don't have cleats or a full-sized ball and haven't played soccer for two years. And haven't played league soccer for 15 years. So . . . I'm afraid of making a fool of myself, just like stalling the car. Something I know I can do so much better, but I'm out of practice. And I don't even remember the last time I wore cleats to play soccer anyway; I'm used to playing indoor. Or pick-up in an outdoor hockey rink. On a real field? With a real ball? With actual soccer players? In cleats? I don't think I could do it. At least, I couldn't do it well. Or at least, I couldn't do it well at first, and if I can't walk onto the field and look good instantly, I don't know if my ego could handle it. :-P Neh. Whatever. Mebbe I will; probably I won't.

Sarah, as I'm sure I've mentioned, pencilled me in to spend time with her this afternoon. She made this promise Sunday night. Yesterday morning, Monday, she told Caleb he could borrow her car for the day, because his sleazy roommate needs to go somewhere. So. She expects us, during our set-aside hanging-out time, to be at the mercy of Caleb. To be picked up and dropped off by Caleb. Oh. Hell. No. She doesn't understand why I was less-than-giddy about that. Actually, I would've been pissed off, but it's about what I've come to expect. So I was more just disgusted and not surprised. I actually felt mildly vindicated; she was getting very upset with me on Sunday because I was skeptical about her ability to follow through on her commitment to set time aside for me. Well. The time's still sort of set aside . . . but Caleb's totally in the picture, too, so . . . Nice try, Sarah. It was a good thought. I'll give you credit for that, at least.

Kelli volunteered the use of her car, but Sarah doesn't like driving Kelli's car. Hello! I'll drive . . . I like driving . . . I like driving any car, as long as the owner's not there when I'm doing it. (Like babysitting. I will take care of the worst kid ever, as long as their parents are not around to see me do it. I will walk the wildest dogs, mow the gnarliest lawns . . . I just don't like people watching me work.)

So anyway . . . I watched Jessica do a card trick on Angela last night . . . and Angela completely didn't get it . . . It was pretty entertaining to me, actually. I understood it because when I was in fourth grade, I read a whole book of magic tricks. I can't do any of them because I never practiced them, but it was very usefully educational. I would like to say I would've figured it out regardless, but I can't make that guarantee. A large part of being smart is being well-educated. I like that thought; I'm going to leave it there and go bother some people. :-D