I couldn't say it to you at lunch, so I'll say it now. Fuck you. Do you even understand how easy it is to make me feel responsible for your pain? I don't deserve it.
::EDIT 9:13 PM::
One of my friends just called to tell me he's about to throw a shopping cart off the roof of his dorm.
*chuckles*
So I sent my aunt the dates I would need to go to Ohayo, the airport code, and a rough estimates of the times I would like to show up and leave. Two weeks pass. Today I get a call.
"Yeah, I'm about to make the reservations for you to go to Cincinatti-"
"Columbus."
"Right, whatever. But Unc and I decided you can only stay for two days."
"Why?"
"We're paying for your hotel, and we don't want to pay for all four nights."
"No, you're paying for my plane ticket. I'm paying for my hotel. And it only costs $100 for all four nights."
"Oh. Well, you may have to come back to STL on the 16th."
"Why?"
I never found out why. Instead: "When do classes start back up? Will you be missing school?"
"No. Look, I gave you the times and the dates. Now PLEASE make the reservations?"
"How will you get back to UPS? What if you get in late? When do classes restart?"
"The 18th. And I'll take the shuttle back."
"Okay, I'll make the reservations."
...
And I just got a call back.
"When do classes end?"
"I have to be out of the dorm by noon of May 14th."
"Will finals be over by then? They'd have to be."
I pause, since she answered her own question.
"So will you have a place to sleep on the 13th?"
"The dorm closes at noon on the 14th. I would assume so, unless my dorm explodes."
"Oh, noon on the 14th? I didn't know that."
Well, the bed is made, the trash is out, the boxes are broken down, the floor is swept, the desk is clean, so is my laptop, the laundry is folded, folders on my comp are organized, so are the ones under my bed in the crate, the recycling is taken out, and the bookshelf and entertainment center are dusted.
I'm saving my zen garden and fountain for tomorrow. Maybe I'll mop.
My roommmate told me today she benifits from my stress. It's true; when I'm upset, I clean maniacally.
I just spent six hours in the ER with a friend of mine.
*collapses into bed*
::EDIT WHILE IN BED::
Well, Sarah is eating before we form Nap Room, so I'll go into more detail.
Daryl is a diabetic, and he also has some sort of protein defect, so his blood clots and he has to go on thinners. Well, for the past few days his chest has been bothering him, and that's usually a sign that something is wrong. His doctors are closed on the weekends, and last night he was in really bad shape. Sarah and I were really worried about him. He was acting kind of funky and it was obvious he was in pain. So we told him that if he still felt bad in the morning we'd take him to the hospital. (His mother agreed.)
So he woke us up at 9:30 and we got ready, grabbed some homework, and went. We were kind of worried, because once the nurse interviewed him they took him straight back and started running tests and taking blood. They also put him on a pretty massive pain killer.
Well, five hours later they let him go. His blood was thickening, but he caught it early enough so that there was no clotting. He's on Vicoden now, and they're going to tweak his thinner dose.
*sighs* He makes me feel bad for whining about being always sick. At least I don't have a chronic, lifelong disease. He's diabetic and has this blood disorder, but he looks insanely healthy, and he's a mid-distance swimmer. Bah. I fail.
Highlight of the trip? Well, I got most of my homework done, and Vampire Baby was interesting. It's a long story, but nappytime calls.
So this morning I am tired as all hell (still am) and feeling slightly sadistic. I look at the clock and notice that it's 9:30 AM.
Suddenly I get this great idea to harrass Rupe. See, he was all happy last night while I was bitterly staying awake and doing homework about his four-day weekend. =_= baaaad time to tell me.
So I gave him an 8:30 AM wake-up call.
Rupe: uhh....hello?
Me: Good morning! Did I wake you up?
Rupe: Uhm, just a little.
Me: Damnit! I wanted to wake you up a lot.
Rupe: ...
Me: class time! Bye!
Rupe: ...
It was so satisfying. But I wish I had thought of it earlier.
::EDIT BEFORE NAP:: This is what happens when the Wren is deprived of sleep:
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I finally got all my money back from that fucker in Madrid. The account is now closed, and the recovered funds are safely in my saving account for use at Ohayocon. *squee*
Oh, and one note about my dorm's oddities. We have a weekly flier called "The Potty Press" that gets put up in the bathroom stalls at eye level. This week it's full of optical illusions, so Jesus is staring at me whilst I pee. It's a bit disconcerting.
::EDIT::
One thing that bothers me: people who like to constantly state their religion. And I mean state as in bring it up more than is necessary. Whatever you believe is fine with me, as long as you don't purposefully use it as a method to cause tension or put me down.
"Oh, I don't believe in that. [I'm a ______.]"
"[Because I'm a ______,] I believe everyone is _______." It's information that is easily left implied. A simple statement of belief will gain more respect from me than just spewing denominational names. It shows me that you understand your doctrine, not that you simply hide behind it and use it to call attention to yourself.
It's kind of offensive to have this stuff constantly thrown in my face. It makes me wonder too much about whether or not what I say will upset the person, etc. For example, today one of my friends was in a bad mood, so I grabbed his hand and wrote "=) Karma!" (Good Karma) on it. You know, to give him a jump-start on not being a suckass. Well, he looks at it, chuckles condescendingly, and says to me in this snotty little voice. "I don't believe in Karma, Wren. Not everyone has the same beliefs, remember?"
What, You can say "bless you" when I sneeze, but I can't wish you good Karma?
....
Here's my belief.
FUCK.
YOU.
I wanted to wipe it off his hand mommy-spit style. Just BLLEAAAAAAGH- there's your Karma, you ASS.
*chuckles* I don't even think he knows it annoyed me. I'm good at hiding it. Maybe I should work on that. Or just stop being annoyed in general.
So, it has come to the point in Chem where I either spend three hours a day typing up my notes, doing homework problems, and taking notes from the book to supplement, or just focus on lab work and call my class grade a lost cause.
It's just that hearing phrases like "molecular geometry" is so damn DAUNTING.
*sighs and goes off to set up her lab notebeook for today's VSEPR lab
*clutches head* allow me to share my pain with you.
a - i - u- e- o= ア イ ウ エ オ
ka- ki-ku-ke-ko= カ キ ク ケ コ
sa-shi-su- se-so= サ シ ス セ �
ta-chi-tsu-te-to= タ チ ツ テ ト
na- ni-nu-ne-no= ナ ニ ヌ ネ ノ
ha- hi- fu-he-ho= ハ ヒ フ ヘ ホ
these are all different characters:ナ、オ、ホ、フ、ク、ケ、ヌ、タ、ネ、シ、ツ、ソ、ノ、ヒ、セ、イ、チ
Tomorrow I will remember NAAAASHHHIIING!
::EDIT AM::
....miiIiiiigraaiine...
mmm. So I am definitely moving up here for good as soon as I can.
I'm a mere two pages or less away from completion. Why can I not FINISH THE STORY?
*coughs and starts laughing* Never mind.
Wren: have you been hearing the randomly screaming girl? who is either dying or having sudden orgasms in the parking lot while walking down the steps?
Michelle: no o_o
Wren: GOOD!
Why do people make me feel so alone?
Language fails me on a daily basis. It's such a lonely way to communicate.
hehehe. Evidently UPS has never heard of myTunes.
I have four more gigs of music on my HD now. Ooops. >.>
Two weeks away it feels like the whole world should've changed
But I'm home now
And things still look the same
I think I'll leave it till tomorrow to unpack
Try to forget for one more night
That I'm back in my flat on the road
Where the cars never stop going through the night
To a life where I can't watch sunset
I don't have time
I don't have time
[Chorus:]
I've still got sand in my shoes
And I can't shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you
But why would I want to
I know we said goodbye
Anything else would've been confused but
I wanna see you again
Tomorrow's back to work and down to sanity
Should run a bath and then clear up the mess I made before I left here
Try to remind myself that I was happy here
Before I knew that I could get on the plane and fly away
From the road where the cars never stop going through the night
To a life where I can watch sunset and take my time,
Take all our time
[Chorus]
I wanna see you again
Two weeks away, all it takes to change and turn me around I've
fallen
I walked away and never said that I wanted to see you again
[Chorus x2]
I wanna see you again
I wanna see you again
So last night I decided to try a UPS taco from our mexican place. I've eaten from the deli, both pizza places, the italian, pacific rim, the grille, and the "full fare" (no clue) sections, so I thought...eh. Chicken taco.
So I got two. Only they were really big. And since they wrap them in butcher paper, I took the uneaten one back to our room and put it in the fridge.
A few hours later I open the fridge to get my iced tea, and am met with this waft of TACO. Like, bad fart taco. And I was thinking..."did I actually EAT that?" Within seconds the whole room just REEKED. It was terrible.
We opened the fridge once more last night when Kei was over, and I tried to convince my roommate to let me throw it away, but she was all "NO. I'll eat it, ok?" And I responded: "If our room smells this bad now, what it it going to be like when you MICROWAVE that thing?"
...
So today. Sarah comes back from classes and opens the fridge to get her water. I'm playing Tetris and I have to hit pause because the smell is so bad that my eyes are watering and I feel ill. I joke that her water might taste like taco. She takes a sip, swallows it, and gives her bottle this LOOK. "EWWWWWWWWW!"
Yeah. The smell was *THAT* strong. Eau de flavoring. She left the room to washher nalgene out a few times, and I sat there, breathing the stench.
She walks back in and gags, then proceeds to grab her Febreeze and spray it randomly around the room. We were too afraid to open the fridge to get at the taco.
Then we tried popping some Kettle Corn. Didn't really help the smell. I knew that I couldn't throw it away in the big trash can in the hall, because that would just make the ENTIRE DORM smell like taco.
So I told Sarah to hold her breath, flung the fridge open, and hurled it out our open window.
We're leaving to get baking soda tomorrow.
I told Kei later that the taco flew. We decided that the "Tacoma Aroma", usually attributed to the local paper mill, is actually caused by hundreds of grossed out freshman girls flinging cold college cafeteria tacos out windows.
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