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Meow. Meow meow meow meow. I am now very, very upset with Shubhra.

For those of you who haven't heard me gritching in chat over the past few days--Shubhra and I have been having silent window wars. For some godsforsaken reason, she wants the window open 24/7. (This is not an exaggeration. She put a sign up next to her side that says "Please leave window open AT ALL TIMES.") I was fine with that when it was hot here, but the weather's decided that it's winter now, and it's getting freezing. And still she wants the window open constantly. Even if she's not in the bloody room, and I'm wearing every sweater I've got and huddled in my quilt and am still shivering. Yep, even then.

The night before last, she kept her window open when she went to bed. The room was freezing all night, and made it damned impossible for me to sleep. Last night when I went to bed, she wasn't in the room, so I wrote her a note and taped it on the window-opening mechanism. "Shubhra-- Please leave the window closed at night. It is very cold outside, and makes the room freezing, which makes it impossible for me to sleep." I wake up, the window's cracked a bit, but it's fine, because the room's warm and I didn't have any trouble sleeping at all.

Shubhra gets up, gets ready for class, and just before she leaves, she tells me, "Since there are two windows and two of us, I think it's fair that the right one is yours and the left one is mine, and if it's stuffy in here I should be able to have the window open." I told her, "Yeah, fine, if you're in here, but if you're not in here and I'm freezing my ass off, that's not okay, and I'm going to close the window." She said, "Yeah, but I mean at night, when we're sleeping. I think it's fair that I can have the window open if I want it."

Um...okay, maybe it's just me, but I see a huge, gaping flaw in her logic. There are two windows, sure, but it's ONE BLOODY ROOM!

And WHY is it okay for me to be freezing, but not for her to be hot? I'm trying to find a compromise that works okay for both of us, but all she cares about is keeping the damned window open. MROWR!
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I am roflmaopimp.

(rolling on the floor, laughing my ass of, peeing in my pants, for those of you who don't know ;))

I've got my powerstrip set up next to the side of my desk. My phone charger is currently plugged into it, the phone is connected to the charger, and sitting on the top of the desk, so the cord connecting them hangs down and forms a loop.

I had to go to the bathroom really bad, so I got out of my chair and made a mad dash for the bathroom. My foot caught in the loop of the charger, so my feet stayed and my body kept moving. I ended up imitating Superman as I flew across the room. :p

I'm fine. I'm uninjured, and laughing my ass off at myself.

----

Also--got my grade back on my anthro midterm today. 100%! WOOT! Hot DAMN, I knew I did well, but I wasn't expecting THAT!
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God fucking dammit. I am so goddamned fucking pissed I don't even know how to express it. It's just fucking everything It's all the people outside and in the hall who apparently think that "quiet hours" mean "Yell as loud as you BLOODY FUCKING CAN". It's the fact that I've laid in bed for the past forty-fucking-five minutes trying to get to bed, and having no damned luck of it. For a girl who falls asleep at the drop of a hat, that's a goddamned long time. And it's dirty laundry that I'm not going to air because I'm being stupid and selfish and irrational and my mind my be saying, "Fuck all that, you deserve to rant", but I'm not quite infuriated enough to have lost the last ounce of control. I was in a bad mood earlier and I didn't know why, I'm in a worse mood now and I DO know why, but I can't fucking rant about it because I don't want to be hurtful or make people feel guilty or act like my needs are more important than someone else's. But dammit, it's goddamned fucking frustrating and I don't have any fucking outlet for any of it. I can't go yell at the assholes who don't have to get up in the morning and don't care if anyone else does, I can't yell at whatever the fuck it is that's keeping me from being able to fall back asleep, I can't yell and my goddamn bad mood, and I don't want to yell about the dirty laundry. No, that's not correct. I do want to yell about it. I want to go stark raving mad about it, foaming at the mouth, ranting and raving and screaming like a fucking banshee. But I'm not going to, and that's hard, and that only makes the seething bad mood worse.

And to top the whole damned thing off, I'm having waking-nightmares about the damned movie, The Ring. Watched it several weeks ago, didn't bother me until tonight, but suddenly I was laying in bed paralyzed by fear while images of the dead bodies flashing through my mind. (If you've seen the movie, you'll understand why those images are so bone-chillingly terrifying. If you haven't...you'll have to either watch the movie or do an image search on Google. I can't--I'd have to look at the pictures to see if they're the right ones, and the memory of them is horrible enough. I don't need to be reminded about all the horrible details that I missed because I had my face buried in my quilt and only caught a flashing glimpse of it.

I'm tired, I'm pissed, I'm depressed, I'm guilty, and I'm scaring myself to bloody death. I just want to fucking cry, but I can't even do that, because I always feel worse after I cry, and if I do cry, dammit, I want someone on the phone to comfort me. But that goes back to the dirty laundry, and not acting like my needs are more important than someone else's.

MROWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Boring?

Oct. 20th, 2003 12:50 pm
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Dylan called me boring at lunch today.

*laughs her ass off*

Titanic

Oct. 20th, 2003 08:24 am
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We watched Titanic last night--well, the girls did, at least. *sniffs* Good movie. Made even better by the running comedic commentary by Whitney. Including this joke that I found rather hilarious:

Q: What do you get when you cross the Atlantic with the Titanic?
A: About half way.

Boba

Oct. 19th, 2003 10:19 am
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I experienced something that people around campus have been talking about for a while. It's called "boba"--and it's these little squishy black ball things that are put into drinks, and you eat. I've never had the guts to try them until last night, when the five of us were at Cha for Tea. Monica had ordered a honeydew tea with boba. I asked her what they tasted like, and instead of just telling me, she offered me a sip. :p

Those things are...weird. Very very weird. There these little wrinkled brown-black balls about half an inch in diameter, and when you eat them, there all squishy and jelly-like, except you can't bite into them. I tried, because I didn't have a clue what you were supposed to do with them once you sucked them up the straw and had them in your mouth. They just bounced back. And they don't really taste like anything. They're just bloody weird.

And I suspect they're a southern California thing. I had never in my life even heard the word "boba" before I came down here, and all of a sudden I'm surrounded by places selling it and people drinking it.

Maybe if I'd grown up with it, I'd like it. But...blech. I do not want to be swalling little balls of un-chewable, tasteless gelatin stuff. Blech blech blech. I'll stick with my regular tea, thank you.
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Conversation between me and Dylan:

[we're at Cha for Tea drinking tea, and Dylan and Erin are playing chess. The song with the lyrics "Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money" is playing, and Alea is singing along with it.]

Dylan (laughs): You know, I find her singing this so ironic because it's so true.
Me: So you think I'm going out with my boyfriend because of the money in his bank account?
Dylan (considers): I don't really consider you to be a girl.
Me (rofl): What am I, androgynous?
[Dylan ponders this for a moment, then nods.]
Dylan: Yep. That's about right.

Dissed

Oct. 17th, 2003 06:03 pm
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I've been dissed. Actually, several of us have. They went to dinner without grabbing us. About...twelve of them. They didn't grab me, they didn't grab Amy, they didn't grab Lizzy, they didn't grab Dylan...

*sigh*

Mrowwrrrr

Oct. 14th, 2003 07:13 pm
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Mrowwwrrrrr. I am pissed. Snarling, hissing, foaming-at-the-mouth furious.

A little backstory. For those of you who have checked out my class schedule below, you may have noticed that on Tuesdays, I have class from 9:30 - 2:00, except for one 30-minutes break at 10:30. That is when I eat my first meal of the day, and because the commons is always switching between breakfast and lunch at that time, the only thing available to eat is cereal. That's my breakfast, and my lunch, and that's how it was today.

Shadowfax typically heads down to Pippin at 5:30. I like to go with my friends. Eating alone sucks. At 4:30 today, Dylan came to me and mentioned that he was going to be heading down to Pippin at 6:00, and insinuated that he'd like me to wait for him. I said sure, no problem. I feel sorry for the guy; just about everyone hates his guts. And I enjoy his company, when he's not being an ass.

Around 5:00, I started getting really hungry, because I ate so early. Everyone left for dinner at 5:30. In spite of the fact that I was hungry, I stuck around, so that I could head down with Dylan. By 6:00, I was starving. I headed over to Dylan's suite to grab him for dinner. His door is closed. I knock on it. No answer. His roommate comes out of a nearby room, so I ask him if Dylan's in his room. He says no, he headed out somewhere. I ask if he went to dinner. He's not sure. I say okay, thanks, and head down to Pippin.

The gang is still there. I grab my food and eat with them, and because I eat faster than most of them, I'm finished by the time they're ready to leave. We leave, I come back to my room. at 6:50, I hear Dylan talking to someone at the end of the suite. I catch him as he walks by my door, and ask him, "What happened to 6:00?" He gets deffensive, and then offensive. He was down in the study room, what's the matter? I tell him I waited for him. He says, essentially, "So what?"

I am fucking furious. I don't think Dylan realizes just how widely he is despised. None of the girls in my suite can stand him. Amy, from the third floor, enjoys being mean to him and teasing him. Karen and Erin loathe him so much that when he enters the suite, they hide in their room and lock the door. He has managed to piss off just about damn near everyone in this hall. I don't think he realizes that he has just given the only person in probably the hall, and definitely the suite, who gives a damn about him the overwhelming urge to say, "Fuck you" and spit in his face the next time she sees him.

I. Am. So. Goddamn. Fucking. Pissed.
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It's midnight...and there's a one-man Broadway revival going on in the room next door... *grin*

Only in college, man. Only in college. *grin*
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Just got back from dinner, although the last 45 minutes or so was just spent hanging out with the group and chatting. These guys are nuts, and I love them. :D But the conversation that completely cracked me up was the one between Karen, Dylan, and I. Our suite has decided its theme is "Hot guys on the door" (it's an all girls suite...I was not involved in the decision... :P). I was telling Karen about discovering the huge movie posters that were put up on the walls recently (Legolas...Tom Cruise... Johnny Depp... *droool*), and that I had just stood there staring at them drooling.

Dylan: You need to get yourself someone "real".
Me: I *have* someone real.
Karen: That's right, she does.
Dylan: You *have* someone? Don't you know that slavery is illegal? It was abolished after the Civil War.
Me: No it wasn't, hon, it's called marriage.
Dylan: You're married to him??
Me: Er...no--
Dylan: Oh, so you've just got him in slavery until you marry him, I gotcha.
Karen: Yeah, she's renting him.
Dylan: No, lease.

*snicker, chuckle, laugh, guffaw*
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Mike and Dylan cracked me up on the way into Pippin this evening. Dylan was talking about getting Animal House for his birthday. Mike said, "Man, Animal House is what college should be like."

"What?"

"Animal House is what college should be like."

"No, a porn set is what college should be like."

Oh MAN...

Oct. 6th, 2003 11:03 am
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Somehow, our fridge got unplugged. I don't know when, or how, or for how long, but it's not cold at all in there anymore. The milk still feels *slightly* cool to the touch, and still has condesation on its sides, so it probably happened sometime last night, or early, early this morning.

*sigh* I'm pretty sure neither the milk or the yogurt are going to be good anymore. :( Don't know much about yogurt going bad, though--if the containers are still closed and sealed, will they still go bad in room temp for a few hours?

Maaaan. That sucks. :(:(:(
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Feeling like crap again, although a hell of a lot better than I felt this morning. Stayed up until about 3:00 watching The Ring and hanging out with a bunch of my suitemates. Woke up at 7:30, and just wanted to roll over and die. Headache like a jackhammer was going off in my head, congested like all hell, feeling feverish, covered with a doubled-up quilt and shivering my ass off, dizzy when I stood up, and feeling like I was about half a second away from throwing up. Called Erik and cuddled with him for a while before he had to leave, then dragged blankets and pillows and water and my current HumCore book (Plato's Republic) out to the Tacky Tribal Room and curled up on the couch to wait for him to call me back, and get some of my assigned reading done. Got about five pages read, and ended up falling asleep. Woke up at 10:30, feeling much better, although not well. When I'm sick, I always feel worse in the mornings, so I'm optimistic that as the day progresses, I'll start feeling better. All that's really left right now is mild dizziness, the congestion, and what feels like a sinus headache, so I think I'm going to walk down to Zot N' Go later today and see if they have any sinus medicine. If not, I'll head over to the student health center and see if they can help.
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Someone in chat today was showing off pictures of his bedroom, so I got inspired to dig up my webcam and take some pics of my dorm room. :) Figured y'all might like to see where I'm spending the year. ;)

View pictures )
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More hilarity from Mike (who I have dubbed Tea Boy ;)). At the suggestion of Nonny, I was making myself some green tea at dinner tonight. Mike walked up to the counter as I was tearing the packets open.

"More tea, huh?"
"Yep. This is green tea."
*Mike picks up the packet and reads it." " 'Zen: Green Tea and Herbal Infusion'. So, does this tea make you Zen when you drink it?"
"No. It helps make my sore throat feel better."
"Oh. Okay."

:p I love this guy. He doesn't crack jokes as often as Dylan, but he's not sporadically an ass, either. And when he does make jokes, he's very funny. :)

(On second thought, I don't want to dub Mike "Tea Boy". I like the title he gained at Battle of the Clusters: "The Red Man". :p)

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