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Hmm... it seems that lately I've been making shorter and shorter entries. I'm not going to claim to try to fix this right now, though. I'm just happy that I got back to the dorm at 6:30 and now it's almost ten and I haven't done anything. Actually... that's a pretty big lie. I cleaned the room, because I was tired of the crumbs on the floor and tripping over my dirty track clothes whenever I got out of bed. And I'll probably finish Nietzsche tonight because I have nothing better to do. Sitting in the library tomorrow's going to be a bit different without a paper or a midterm hanging over my head. Oh yeah... that dismal miserable math midterm? The average grade was about a 40%. That makes me feel marginally better about my 52% (ending up being a B+), but not a whole lot. I will never understand how math in college works, since for the most part very few people obviously understand much more than half of it. I could've done much better had I actually remembered the definitions of things, though. Could've had an A, darnit... but I'll deal with it. Like I always do.
I ordered my sister's train tickets today... which means for now I have about 80 dollars less than I should, but my mom promises to pay me back. And she's sending my paycheck along, which is 280 dollars. Woohoo! That ought to take care of me for the rest of the quarter (ie, pay for next quarter, really). I need to look into finding proper track spikes too... but for right now that's sort of superfluous. So... my sister's coming up to visit Valentine's Day weekend, because she's got a long weekend. And for some inexplicable reason she wants to come visit. Hehehe, I think if I was stuck back home I'd want to come visit, too. It ought to be fun. Though I swear if someone tries to offer her a drink I will see to it that they are rendered incapable of... umm... something that would make them miserable. Or I'll throw their copy of the Leviathan in the microwave again, since that seemed to throw off their psyche. He was teasing me about it tonight, and saying that it was unfortunate that for most people here having sex with her was statutory rape. I wanted to smack him. I understand he's just joking, but it is absolutely not funny. I'm probably a lot more protective of my sister than my mom in some respects, and joking about things like that is just crude. I told him if he even suggested anything I'd throw him off the Shoreland. (If I think go away at you enough, will you eventually understand?? How about this glare? Does that get the message across??)
OK, I've completely lost track of what I was saying, because he came in again and sat down next to me to watch whatever I was doing. Goshdarnit that annoys me to no end!!! There is no word for how much having people hovering over my shoulder while I'm online bothers me. AAAAARRRGH!!! Why... WHY CAN'T HE TAKE A HINT!!! I've even tried telling him to go away... he doesn't get it. Why??? Why me?? Why oh why oh why? Can't I just have someone non-creepy for once!? Why does the world hate me? Goshdarnit, when I finally find someone they'd better be super-special to make up for all this crap I have to go through with guys (POOF! Up go my standards again! At this rate, short of genetic engineering I will be very hard pressed to find anyone suitable).
Right... I wish I could remember what else I was going to talk about. I was on such a roll after that nice ramble about my sister. Even more people have suggested now that she get drunk with them. I don't know why this makes me so angry. I mean... she can drink if she wants to, I suppose. It's perfectly normal in the whole social scheme of things. But she's not really the social drinker sort, on account of not being terribly social... so if I found out she drinks I'd be rather concerned. And on some level I want to know that there is someone else that is always sober (and not allergic to alcohol) here. Even if she is related to me.
I think I'll stop rambling for now, since I don't have anything to talk about. I wasn't even at lunch long enough today to enjoy any sort of interesting conversations, since I was in such a hurry to get back here to write my evil paper of evilness. I'm tempted to turn this one rather strange picture of my RA into an icon, but that's pretty much borderline freaky, and should anyone here stumble upon this journal, I'd have to explain it. Explaining is never any fun.
Oh, and the quiz I was taking while being watched and annoyed:
I scored a 45% on the "How U of C are you?" Quizie! What about you?
I look forward to the day when I stop failing this. Perhaps there is a curve... a calculus-sized curve. I think the fact that I am a non-Asian, non-rich, non-Jewish varsity athlete (in the technical sense) who has been to Henry Crown on many occasions and that does not own a sword or talk in class probably has a lot to do with it. However, I can really only fix one of those things.
I ordered my sister's train tickets today... which means for now I have about 80 dollars less than I should, but my mom promises to pay me back. And she's sending my paycheck along, which is 280 dollars. Woohoo! That ought to take care of me for the rest of the quarter (ie, pay for next quarter, really). I need to look into finding proper track spikes too... but for right now that's sort of superfluous. So... my sister's coming up to visit Valentine's Day weekend, because she's got a long weekend. And for some inexplicable reason she wants to come visit. Hehehe, I think if I was stuck back home I'd want to come visit, too. It ought to be fun. Though I swear if someone tries to offer her a drink I will see to it that they are rendered incapable of... umm... something that would make them miserable. Or I'll throw their copy of the Leviathan in the microwave again, since that seemed to throw off their psyche. He was teasing me about it tonight, and saying that it was unfortunate that for most people here having sex with her was statutory rape. I wanted to smack him. I understand he's just joking, but it is absolutely not funny. I'm probably a lot more protective of my sister than my mom in some respects, and joking about things like that is just crude. I told him if he even suggested anything I'd throw him off the Shoreland. (If I think go away at you enough, will you eventually understand?? How about this glare? Does that get the message across??)
OK, I've completely lost track of what I was saying, because he came in again and sat down next to me to watch whatever I was doing. Goshdarnit that annoys me to no end!!! There is no word for how much having people hovering over my shoulder while I'm online bothers me. AAAAARRRGH!!! Why... WHY CAN'T HE TAKE A HINT!!! I've even tried telling him to go away... he doesn't get it. Why??? Why me?? Why oh why oh why? Can't I just have someone non-creepy for once!? Why does the world hate me? Goshdarnit, when I finally find someone they'd better be super-special to make up for all this crap I have to go through with guys (POOF! Up go my standards again! At this rate, short of genetic engineering I will be very hard pressed to find anyone suitable).
Right... I wish I could remember what else I was going to talk about. I was on such a roll after that nice ramble about my sister. Even more people have suggested now that she get drunk with them. I don't know why this makes me so angry. I mean... she can drink if she wants to, I suppose. It's perfectly normal in the whole social scheme of things. But she's not really the social drinker sort, on account of not being terribly social... so if I found out she drinks I'd be rather concerned. And on some level I want to know that there is someone else that is always sober (and not allergic to alcohol) here. Even if she is related to me.
I think I'll stop rambling for now, since I don't have anything to talk about. I wasn't even at lunch long enough today to enjoy any sort of interesting conversations, since I was in such a hurry to get back here to write my evil paper of evilness. I'm tempted to turn this one rather strange picture of my RA into an icon, but that's pretty much borderline freaky, and should anyone here stumble upon this journal, I'd have to explain it. Explaining is never any fun.
Oh, and the quiz I was taking while being watched and annoyed:
I scored a 45% on the "How U of C are you?" Quizie! What about you?
I look forward to the day when I stop failing this. Perhaps there is a curve... a calculus-sized curve. I think the fact that I am a non-Asian, non-rich, non-Jewish varsity athlete (in the technical sense) who has been to Henry Crown on many occasions and that does not own a sword or talk in class probably has a lot to do with it. However, I can really only fix one of those things.
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