"If you're looking for a ride, I'm looking for passengers" will not get me in your truck. It will only get you the empty promise of one of my freshly painted middle fingers. It will also make me even angrier at my family, who, if they had actually been at the airport when I arrived, would have prevented this little rendevous.
No love,
The stiff and cranky girl who just wants to go the fuck to bed already.
I almost killed someone with my brain today.
There's this freshman in me and Maddo's Asian Societies class that is semi-stalking us. He's responsible for such gems as:
"I'm going to go out on a limb here and say you like purple."
"No, not really."
"Oh."
"...I was being sarcastic."
"...Oh! So why isn't your bike purple, too?"
"...Because I have some understanding of the term "overkill?"
He also eavesdrops on our conversations, stares at Maddo's tights, and watches me eat bagels. Needless to say, we don't really appreciate his existence.
Well, today I made him look like an idiot in front of the class. Maddo says it's possible that he might leave me alone now. One can only hope.
We were watching a video interview of Gandhi before he traveled to London to participate in the second Round Table conference. The interviewer was asking him if he'd wear European clothes or his traditional garb. Gandhi said he'd wear traditional clothing. The reporter asked if he'd do the same if he went to Buckingham Palace. Gandhi said yes.
The freshman goes off on a rant about how the interviewer kept asking him "trivial questions:"
"What is he going to WEAR? That is so stupid!"
My eyes go red.
"Actually, for the time, it's not. Him showing up half-naked in London would be considered incredibly offensive. Do you know how much of a scandal it would be if he went in his loincloth to see the Queen? He's taking a big risk and making a big statement by refusing to wear a European suit." A few people around the class nod and go "yeah."
"Yeah, but it doesn't matter what he wears..." mumbles Mr. I-Have-No-Way-to-Back-Up-My-Inane-Point.
"Yes, but it DID. It's possible that he could be jeopardizing his chances of making political changes by going over there in those clothes. But he does it anyway. Now it might not matter, but then it would be possible for them to refuse to see him if he wasn't in a suit. IT WAS A BIG DEAL."
And then the little son of a bitch rolled his eyes and said something stupid again. The guest speaker took this as her cue to take over and move on. And he sat there sulking for the rest of the class and I played Wizardry, fueled by my RAGE.
Gotta love those random texts at 11PM...
Zach: Nice hair.
Me: How the hell... (I thought he was in Germany, and had not seen him since last month.)
Zach: Saw you earlier.
Me: Why didn't you come say hi? =(
Zach: Wasn't an option. (...)
Me: Okay then.
Zach: How is work and summer?
Me: Work is great, but summer is boring, since most people are out of town still.
I've been having terrible nightmares for the past week. Every single night, for the entire night. And they're not scary enough to force me awake so I'd have some respite. Nope, they just keep going. And I have no idea what's wrong.
I remember the last two most vividly. Night before last I dreamed something took over the world one night, and I was being chased down by this huge thing that was supposed to kill me. And there was a part where I tried to get back into my house after it had been abandoned for a year. Let's just say that didn't end well because of my new neighbors. The entire damn dream was set out in the middle of nowhere.
And then tonight? Spiders. Tons of tiny spiders crawling all over me, and all I could do was sob uncontrollably. And something about an angry ghost who kept trying to kill Daryl. So I finally wake up from that, check my e-mail...
The dumbass ex has gotten ahold of me again. He doesn't seem to be very good at that "not talking to you" thing. "Hi, I'm having a good summer, hope you are too, thinking of you."
That's just food to make my nightmares worse. You bastard. Can we have less of the psychostalkers following me, please?
Have you ever written a paper, turned it in, and then, when asked what it was about, been unable to explain because you actually have no clue yourself? I hadn't until today. I have a paper written. It has a thesis, and supporting points, but I have absolutely no fucking clue what I'm talking about. Hopefully that won't show through. I'm actually kind of afraid to revise it...
I haven't shown up to Monday Chem class in probably two months. I decided to go today, which was a good thing, because he had decided to cancel lab and just do the lab work in class during the lecture. I have the best luck sometimes. Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to extend to tests. I failed my chem exam, and since Nesh knows I am by no means an idiot, he's asked me to come into conference with him on Thursday. My grade should be fine-- I think I have an A in lab, and I got a B on my other exam, so the worst grade I'm looking at after my final is a C or so. And for chem class, that's something I will quite happily take.
I did get a random e-mail from the security people. They're updating me on their progress with my references. Evidently my interviewer had a "very nice" conversation with my Mod Jap Lit prof. I'm hoping, since they did the updating and not me, that this means I have the job. I'm almost certain I do, but I don't want to get my hopes up.
Tonight I need to:1) Edit paper2) recopy Bio notesHalway done.3) set up shuttle to and from the airport
4) fill out independent verification worksheet. Every year I am required by law to prove that my parents are still dead.5) sort through music library--it's been breeding again.
I'm getting pretty fed up with my ex. I hate him trying to be so sugary sweet to me when all he does is piss and moan to my friends about me. He's told them they're terrible friends because they let me walk all over them. If you've ever spent a day in this house, you know that is most certainly not the case. So basically he's telling everyone I'm a domineering bitch and then being all "Happy Easter, have a great day, you were the most awesome thing that ever happened to me, let's be buddeez!" Which also annoyed me, because considering how weird he was about me being Buddhist, you'd think he would be afraid to say something like that to me about a Christian holiday. It just seemed either dense, hypocritical, or openly provacative. I still can't decide.
Maddo has since taken to calling it Bunny-Ear Day, much to the joy and satisfaction of the rest of the house.
Mmm. He also says I've been "twisting what he says." Evidently he had permission to get on my computer when he did and browsed through all my chat logs. And techically, I had told him yes, but letting someone browse the internet does not automatically mean they are entitled to view every fucking file on the hard drive. (Man, if he had REALLY wanted to get angry, he should have looked through my pictures folder. Fucking jealous bastard.) So basically, since I told him he could use my comp to look up directions to apartment places, I have no right to blame him for violating my privacy.
WHAT CRAZY MOON SPHERE ARE YOU FROM?
*sighs* Then again, I guess I can't complain, because at least I'm not having to deal with all of this firsthand.
I should teach my own course. It might help the more dense people of the world figure out what the fuck I'm actually like.
Someone take my pheremones. Otherwise I am going to isolate them, refine them, and use them to create a mob of loyal, obsessive followers at the head of which I will march on the Capitol.
Seriously. I ordered pizza today, and the pizza guy asked me if my leg was better yet. I had no idea who he was.
::EDIT::
(I was distracted, okay?)
Maddo: What are you listening to?
Wren: It is a piano version....of a song...
Maddo: Yes, thank you. You're not telling me anything I don't already know.
Wren: pbbbbt.
Okay, so here's my "O.o;" moment of the day. And I can say that after the thread this morning, the sensation of having 75% of my face numbed, and my dream about Gautama Buddha and the Dalai Lama having a conversation (I need to rethink my pre-nap reading material.) I can only hope that my storytelling ability in my current sickened state will be good enough to properly convey the "O.o" of this event. (If I can do it with Ape Man, I think I can do it here.)
So the entire family decides to go eat chinese food tonight. We've been going to this one restaurant for years, so the people there know us by name, and we usually have a lot of fun joking around with them. Tonight they were a little stressed out, though, because we had a group of 12. Included in this group were my uncle's sister and her boyfriend, who just got back from climbing around on Everest (I phrase it that way because he did not summit.)
Now, I personally find this man to be a bit of a pompous aribag. It was interesting to listen to him blather on about kanji and kana and how oh so very difficult it is to type in character on computers in Asian countries, despite the fact that he knows no characters, has never tried to write them, and has no idea how IME works on the computer. That was the appetizer discourse. When the main entrees came he moved on to bigger, better things...like Everest!
I managed to tune him out, since I'd heard this talk once already and was far less informed on the topic, so was feeling no righteous anger. I turn away to talk to someone for a few moments. Out of the corner of my eye I see some rustling going on, so I turn back...
On his plate is sitting a SCALE MODEL of Everest. Not made out of food. It is a real, resin-cast replica, and he is discussing his route and pointing it out with a fork.
O.o;!!!!
Waking up and then finding a thread on the forum comparing you to Gillian Anderson and then discussing your breasts is more than slightly creepy.
So these credit card scammers have gotten into this habit of calling our dorm about once a day for a week every two months. They usually ask for Sarah.
Last night:
Sarah: "Hello?"
...
"What is this concerning?"
...
"No thank you, bye."
It's always like that. And they always call back. So today?
Me: "Yes?"
...
"She doesn't live here anymore." *click*
I don't know why they still call. The dorm people have their numbers MEMORIZED. We know who they are.
Nick: So what are you guys up to tonight?
Me: We don't know yet.
Nick: Neither do I. I'm not really one of those guys with a PLAN, I just do things as they come along, you know? So I hate it when people ask me what I'm gonna do.
Me: Don't worry, I wasn't going to.
I don't know if he was more upset that I said that, or if it took him a full ten seconds to get it. The conversation went downhill from there. Sometimes my witty banter makes men cry. *grins*
Today I learned yet again not to stick my tongue out at guys.
I was walking down the hall and I see Mat (not to be confused with Matt from Comic House. Pay attention to the number of Ts), who stole a movie from me last week and then loaned it to his roomie. *growls* His roomie sees me and asks if I want it back, so I (politely) say yes, then stick my tongue out at Mat. The following conversation ensues.
Mat: *to the (brilliant) friend* "I just got a tongue stud stuck out at me."
Mat's (brilliant) friend: "Yeah, it had a piercing, too." *snicker*
Mat: "That's the equivalent of a mumble blagh iplk"
Me: "The equivalent of a wha?"
Mat: "A fuck you."
Me: "No, sweetie, a fuck you is this." *shows her middle finger and smiles*
Mat's friend: "She's a mean girl."
Mat: *huge grin at me* "No, no she's not."
Mat's friend: "So that was a nice fuck you?"
Mat: "Yes."
Me: "Yes, yes it was. A very nice fuck you."
Mat's friend: *snickers as he links tongue stud to 'a nice fuck you' and Mat*
Me: *mental facepalm at my own stupidity*
I found out last night that someone staying up until 3:01 their time so they can call me at 12:01 my time and wish me a happy birthday makes me blush.
So, yesterday I went and actually got my tongue pierced like I said I would. I was going to do it tomorrow, but I realized yesterday that if I didn't do it then, I would chicken out. I was reading all this stuff online about how much it hurt, bla bla aspiration, tooth chipping, other things that could go wrong...yeeeah.
So we went up to the House of Tattoo! (cue southern culture on the skids) and waited for "Jake" to come back from the store with his sandwich. Which he didn't eat when he got back. He pierced us instead.
I let Matt go first. He decided to get his lip done instead of his dick. (And he took his lip ring out today. Go figure.) He didn't seem to be in too much pain after the fact, either, so I tried not to freak out about mine.
Then it was my turn. Jake calls me ever, I get in the seat, and he pins one of those little bib thingies dentists use around my neck. See, sometimes your mouth spontaneously drools during piercing. A lot. He also put a tray in my lap.
Then he dries off my tongue with gauze and looks at it, then marks it with a small dot of purple that tastes a bit funny. I ask him what it was, and he tells me it's Egyptian Violet dye. It's used to mark where he's going to ram the needle, and it also an anifungal agent. Double threat!
While I'm trying to not drool on anything, he sets up his instruments. Pulls a hollow needle out of the sterile wrapper, etc. I freaked at the size of the needle. Then he grabs the tongs, dries my tongue off one more time, and clamps it, all the while being very calm and hot.
He has me stick my tongue out and breathe deeply a few times, then he tells me "we'll do it at the end of this exhale" and JAB. Needle goes through the top of the tongue and down. I felt a slight pinch and that was it. It stung a little when he put the post through, (he pushes the post in and shoves the needle out onto the tray. It was sickeningly awesome) and a bit more while he was moving it around to put the balls on. Then he has me swish and get down.
I check my surprised tongue out in the mirror. "Interesting."
Then Matt gives me a big hug and we hop around excidedly for a bit, then go off to get stuff to take care of our new piercings.
So how does it feel? Here's how it looked an hour after I got it done:
You can see the dye he used to mark the spot. And, a bit of swelling on the top of the tongue around the piercing. Today that swelling is a bit more pronounced, and you can't see the post of the barbell at all. Evidently after today everything is supposed to be all normal, tho. Swelling will go down, etc.
It doesn't hurt like I thought it would. It's a bit tender, and sometimes talking can make it achey, but ice and salt water help a lot. I can't take ibuprofen for the swelling because it gives me nosebleeds, so it may take a little longer for it to go down. We'll see.
But I can talk pretty normally. I'll have moments when it's impossible to understand me, but for the most part you can't even tell. I've had the most problem with T, D, C, and S. You just have to concentrate carefully on forming the words, since the tongue has to be positioned a bit differently.
Eating feels weird. It's difficult to tell where the piercing is when I chew, and I bit down on it once. I NEVER WANT TO DO THAT AGAIN. Also, silverware is an adventure. And ice melts around the piercing, so I sometimes have to carefully get the cube away. Pudding is impossible to eat right now. It is too thick and puts too much pressure on the post for me to be able to move it to the back of my mouth without a lot of effort and discomfort. Jello is fine, and so is ice cream.
It's really funny. I can tell how swollen my tongue is because it actually feels TIGHTER on top when it's not. So odd.
Surprisingly enough, I haven't been victimized by too many lewd comments. Everyone is really surprised tho. The most I've gotten from anyone in the dorm is "it's hot. And dude, you can talk. Pot would help the pain, you know. Do you smoke pot?" (Yes, said by the stoner I threw out of the room a few days ago for yelling at me about not smoking.)
People out here freak out over piercings. I guess I got used to it in STL. A lot of these kids seem REALLY sheltered and, uh...not used to hair dye and piercing. Daryl walked up to me one day and was like "Hey, should I get my EAR pierced?" all serious like I was going to gasp in shock and shriek "your EAR?!" I just giggled and went "Aww, how cute. He wants his ear pierced." He sulked for a while.
But today in Bio lab I had an incident with my TA. He asked me why I had ice with me, since we're not supposed to have food in lab. I told him I got my tongue pierced. That was that. Then he walked by later and said something ( I think it was "are we working?" cuz Sarah and I were laughing really hard) that prompted me stick my tongue out at him, piercing and all. He looks at me and goes "Keep your tongue in your mouth unless you're going to be using it. And you're definitely not going to be using it on me."
I blink in surprise a few times and say "well, that was a bit crude."
Kevin looks at him reproachfully and says "yeah, that really was."
The TA stares at us both for a minute, then goes "what? what?"
I started to get kind of pissed and insulted/offended. What the hell. You're my fucking TA, and not only do you say something dumb about my piercing, but you don't understand why you shouldn't. So I give him one of my looks.
Then he mutters to Kevin "get your mind out of the gutter. I was talking about kissing."
I glance back up at him and go "so was I." Then it sinks in what he meant instead of kissing and I got even angrier. He stares at me for a few more moments, and I feel this desperate urge to leave the room, so I tell Sarah I'm gonna go get a drink of water.
The fucker FOLLOWED ME. INTO the hall. He has obviously just figured out that he could be in a LOT of trouble. "Communication problems are not solved by walking away, Wren."
I wanted to tell him that we weren't having a communication problem, but that he needed to learn some tact, but my tongue hurt, so I just looked at him. Plus, he was being really loud. There were classes in session, and they were interested in what was going on.
"I didn't mean to offend you. I didn't mean it like that."
"It's fine," I say, and walk into the girls' bathroom. Right. No I'm sorry, just 'heh, I wasn't harassing you, ok? You obviously misinterpreted my meaning, so I'm not to blame.'
It wouldn't have been quite as bad taken out of context with his character. He knows a lot of people think he's a cutie, and he seems to think that at the ripe old age of "almost 22" he has attained some kind of wisdom lacking in eighteen-year-old girls. (He likes to tell me that a lot.) He frequently tells me I'm too young to hang out with him, just at random. I've never shown any interest in it at all. He mentions my age as much as he can. It's almost creepy. So then add THIS to it, and it's like...dude. Learn when to shut up. Not everyone likes you. So stop acting like I want you. You don't do it for me, little boy. I don't care HOW old you think you are.
Ugh. ugh ugh ugh.
I wonder now what he meant when he asked "So how's that piercing working out for you?"
I'm feeling a lot more optimistic after ten hours of sleep. Well, slightly less than that, because at 10:30 MiniFam threw a marvelous fit when Fam tried to make her go to bed. She stood at the top of the stairs and screamed for quite a while, and eventually Fam stood at the bottom of the steps and screamed right back up. So that kept me up (obviously). This morning I was tempted to ask to stay home, but that would just cause even more problems, becuase THEN they'd try to keep me from doing inventory tonight. And while in theory that is a good thing, in reality it is a very, very BAD thing. I really doubt the SM would appreciate me missing the most unholy of all shifts.
This morning I think I am going to put my new car decorations on! I got a Buddha fish and Darwin fish, and soon I'll also have a bumper sticker that says "the best things in life aren't THINGS." I hope I won't be pissing off too many Christians because I think the Buddha fish is cute and find it possible to believe in evolution AND God. I've never undersdtood why it is such an ISSUE. (You should see this fish. He's so fat!!!)
Oh, crap. It's time to go to school.
EDIT 3:59 PM
Well, I got my internet working properly. No more of this pretend 28.8 dial-up crap. No way, not for me. Now my only issue will be trying to keep Fam away from the Linksys card until I can get around to buying another one. Hello, another $100 worth of hardware!!
Man. I'm having issues with this one kid in my math class. I was really impressed with him on Monday, but today I am a bit sick of him. Monday he made me very happy because he asked me to sign the petition for the GSA (to change the discrimination policy to include sexual orientation). I was happy because, not only is he male, he is a devout Christian. Yes, he thinks homosexuality is wrong, which does not surprise me, but he also feels that it is not his place to judge. I was just thrilled to have met another truly tolerant Christian. He knows how to accept other people's beliefs, and he is respectful enough to not foist his ideas off on other people if they aren't interested.
But: Today I overheard him saying he likes to sit a certain way in these pants he was wearing because it "makes his cock look huge". I was not impressed.
The Welsher hit on me again at work today, so I got the opportunity to act like he does: "I know I look good, but you can't have me." Unlike him, I did have one trick up my sleeve for that inevitable moment wherin he placed his arm across my shoulders: I elbowed him in the solarplexis.
If I wasn't so short I wouldn't have the advantage that I have; my elbows line up perfectly with sternums, fists with kidneys, etc. On the flip side...Rose's elbows line up perfectly with my chest. OW.
::obscure, bitter laughter::
r a n t
I have come to the conclusion that every day at work I see humankind at its finest- thrown pell-mell into the unknown, muddling through, facing each new sign with rather forced cheerfulness, praying that they won't actually have to fork over more money. They read the sign that tells how to get free nectar and conveniently stop before the "for children wearing this T-shirt" bit, and they come up hopefully; they try to steal from me.
/or they walk up and ask me what I'm selling, and faithfully buy it with no clue as to what it's feeding.
/or Fam interrupts, and cuts me off mid-rant.
GODDAMNIT.
/Or they stand there and stare uncertainly at everything BUT me...the obvious answer to their questions.
People are dumb, hey?
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