I've Got a Jones for a Jones... or do I?

First off, happy belated birthday to EJWater, happy current birthday to Thomas, and happy birthday tomorrow to Nic, though I know she doesn't read this blog.

Now that that's all out of the way...

I lost my copy of Their Eyes Were Watching God but I found it tonight. I'm an idiot and just didn't look closely enough. Luckily I didn't need the book for class today. APG and I went to the union for 3 hours today during my break. It was a lot of fun. I still don't know what I should do. I'm afraid he and I are supposed to be together but I'll wait too long and mess everything up. But then if we're not supposed to be together and we start dating, it would be weird to break up. I'm not very experienced in the old dating area.

Oh the day-to-day drama.

So I pissed somebody else off (a special ed major) by writing a fiction story about two people with Down's syndrome who meet. They don't really date per se, but they like each other somehow. Anyway, the girl told her cousin that she thought the boy was "retarded." It was supposed to be cute, like that the girl just blurted something out and didn't mean anything bad by it. However, as always, things get misinterpreted. Especially if I'm saying them.