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Today's lessons are brought to you by the letter frustration, and the number mind-numbing annoyance.
I feel sort of bad about my only entry for yesterday being a lot of mindless screaming, and nothing of substance. Of course, it would take a lot more of that to thoroughly explain my situation. I'm always in some kind of predicament like that, though. So, the meet today sucked. Sucked like very very few meets have sucked before, at least for me. Last week was bad... this week was worse. I was really really tight warming up for the long jump, so I never quite got my mark down. Bad. Worse, the board was moved back two feet, to ten feet behind the pit, which for some reason completely freaked me out subconsciously. On the first jump, I fouled by probably a foot, because I jumped from the wrong board. I moved back, and on the second jump, didn't pop like I should have (freaking myself out again), and nicked my left heel on the back of the pit. Freaking immediate insane pain. I don't think I broke anything, but it ought to be a lovely shade of black and blue by tomorrow morning. Naturally, I completely screwed up my third jump after that, and scared myself at the high jump completely. It was a horrible note to end the season on. The worst part being now I know my coach is going to run me even harder over the next two weeks because I don't have any meets to worry about. It'll be my punishment for not being able to jump in practice. So I'll just end up worse off, because I'm already hurting. Or maybe I'll be really lucky and he'll realize that what I really need, more than more weight lifting and more endurance and all that stuff, is a week off so I can catch up with my work and stop feeling so overwhelmed. If I didn't feel so overwhelmed by everything right now, I won't get nearly so frustrated with people. And then I get snippy, and I feel like a horrible, horrible person.
After I got back from the meet today, I sat around my room for a bit until![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hisspit came by, and we played Soul Caliber for a bit while everyone went to the KSO show. I was going to go to it, or the basketball game, but ended up doing neither on account of videogames. We had fun unlocking bits of the game the guys hadn't gotten to, through the wonders of button mashing. We ordered in from this strange Jamaican place that had wonderfully greasy food. I didn't realize how much eating nothing but salads at BJ and Subway had made me crave something fatty. Until I noticed at the meet today that what I really wanted was a sandwich basically covered in mayonnaise. Hehehe. Disgusting. So I ate a cheeseburger and a chicken sandwich, and felt better. Eventually people came back from the KSO show, and started taking away the game, so I sat down and wrote my angry entry. I think around 11:30 or midnight I started playing FFX again, on loan from our resident gamer. Playing games around people here is really super-frustrating, because everyone's got an opinion about what you should be doing, especially the ones that don't have any idea what's going on in the game, or how it works. Freaking GAH, people. STOP IT! I felt really bad because at one point our floor drunk and his out-of-town friend were in here being generally weird, and I was super-snippy with them, which was particularly mean of me. Usually I'm not so short with drunk people, unless they're the Sick Asian. Heh, and I thouht it was bad when he sat down next to me while I was playing Xenogears and asked stupid questions. Oh yeah... it was. But at least he didn't tell me how I should be playing the game. "Hey, buy 50 pheonix downs" "Summon something!" "What are you doing? He sucks!" "Use cura!" "What's a guado?" "What's going on since I left?" "Ooooh, you haven't been collecting your Al Bhed translations, have you?" BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! It wouldn't have been so bad if the battles weren't completely ridiculous. I mean... it took me three tries to get through this one, because you'd always get to the end and then the guy would freakin' kill the entire party in two turns. My conclusion is, FFX would be a lot more fun with either a) a small group, or b) being pathetically dorky all on my own. Anywhere over about three people in the room, counting myself, is just too many. I suppose it mostly depends on the people, though. Hmph.
And that, my friends, is the extent of my day. I think I need to settle down a bit... hope people don't pop in tomorrow for extended periods of time. Perhaps hope that maybe I can borrow FFX again and play it by myself, since Xenosaga hasn't arrived yet (goshdarnit, there go my plans for the weekend). As long as I get my drama finished, and my Hum paper started (I've already got bits of it planned, at least) I'll be happy. It would be nice to get my Bio paper started, too, but I'm going to be over-abitious or anything. I'm just going to take some time to myself. Sit around a bit... walk out to the point, since it's supposed to be a beautiful 60 degrees tomorrow... oh dear, if it actually gets up to 60 I will be so amazingly happy. Maybe I'll work on my paper out by the lake. That would be a nice change of pace.
Right now though, I think I'll go to sleep. If I'm lucky, my roomie will get back late tomorrow, rather than like, 8:00. Because if she gets back early tomorrow, or somewhere in the middle of the afternoon, people will be in here all day and I won't get anything at all done. Goshdarnit, her being nice to people on the floor and letting them in. Oooh well, I will deal with it. Even though... no... blargh... I won't even dwell on it now. Gah!
I feel sort of bad about my only entry for yesterday being a lot of mindless screaming, and nothing of substance. Of course, it would take a lot more of that to thoroughly explain my situation. I'm always in some kind of predicament like that, though. So, the meet today sucked. Sucked like very very few meets have sucked before, at least for me. Last week was bad... this week was worse. I was really really tight warming up for the long jump, so I never quite got my mark down. Bad. Worse, the board was moved back two feet, to ten feet behind the pit, which for some reason completely freaked me out subconsciously. On the first jump, I fouled by probably a foot, because I jumped from the wrong board. I moved back, and on the second jump, didn't pop like I should have (freaking myself out again), and nicked my left heel on the back of the pit. Freaking immediate insane pain. I don't think I broke anything, but it ought to be a lovely shade of black and blue by tomorrow morning. Naturally, I completely screwed up my third jump after that, and scared myself at the high jump completely. It was a horrible note to end the season on. The worst part being now I know my coach is going to run me even harder over the next two weeks because I don't have any meets to worry about. It'll be my punishment for not being able to jump in practice. So I'll just end up worse off, because I'm already hurting. Or maybe I'll be really lucky and he'll realize that what I really need, more than more weight lifting and more endurance and all that stuff, is a week off so I can catch up with my work and stop feeling so overwhelmed. If I didn't feel so overwhelmed by everything right now, I won't get nearly so frustrated with people. And then I get snippy, and I feel like a horrible, horrible person.
After I got back from the meet today, I sat around my room for a bit until
hisspit came by, and we played Soul Caliber for a bit while everyone went to the KSO show. I was going to go to it, or the basketball game, but ended up doing neither on account of videogames. We had fun unlocking bits of the game the guys hadn't gotten to, through the wonders of button mashing. We ordered in from this strange Jamaican place that had wonderfully greasy food. I didn't realize how much eating nothing but salads at BJ and Subway had made me crave something fatty. Until I noticed at the meet today that what I really wanted was a sandwich basically covered in mayonnaise. Hehehe. Disgusting. So I ate a cheeseburger and a chicken sandwich, and felt better. Eventually people came back from the KSO show, and started taking away the game, so I sat down and wrote my angry entry. I think around 11:30 or midnight I started playing FFX again, on loan from our resident gamer. Playing games around people here is really super-frustrating, because everyone's got an opinion about what you should be doing, especially the ones that don't have any idea what's going on in the game, or how it works. Freaking GAH, people. STOP IT! I felt really bad because at one point our floor drunk and his out-of-town friend were in here being generally weird, and I was super-snippy with them, which was particularly mean of me. Usually I'm not so short with drunk people, unless they're the Sick Asian. Heh, and I thouht it was bad when he sat down next to me while I was playing Xenogears and asked stupid questions. Oh yeah... it was. But at least he didn't tell me how I should be playing the game. "Hey, buy 50 pheonix downs" "Summon something!" "What are you doing? He sucks!" "Use cura!" "What's a guado?" "What's going on since I left?" "Ooooh, you haven't been collecting your Al Bhed translations, have you?" BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! It wouldn't have been so bad if the battles weren't completely ridiculous. I mean... it took me three tries to get through this one, because you'd always get to the end and then the guy would freakin' kill the entire party in two turns. My conclusion is, FFX would be a lot more fun with either a) a small group, or b) being pathetically dorky all on my own. Anywhere over about three people in the room, counting myself, is just too many. I suppose it mostly depends on the people, though. Hmph.And that, my friends, is the extent of my day. I think I need to settle down a bit... hope people don't pop in tomorrow for extended periods of time. Perhaps hope that maybe I can borrow FFX again and play it by myself, since Xenosaga hasn't arrived yet (goshdarnit, there go my plans for the weekend). As long as I get my drama finished, and my Hum paper started (I've already got bits of it planned, at least) I'll be happy. It would be nice to get my Bio paper started, too, but I'm going to be over-abitious or anything. I'm just going to take some time to myself. Sit around a bit... walk out to the point, since it's supposed to be a beautiful 60 degrees tomorrow... oh dear, if it actually gets up to 60 I will be so amazingly happy. Maybe I'll work on my paper out by the lake. That would be a nice change of pace.
Right now though, I think I'll go to sleep. If I'm lucky, my roomie will get back late tomorrow, rather than like, 8:00. Because if she gets back early tomorrow, or somewhere in the middle of the afternoon, people will be in here all day and I won't get anything at all done. Goshdarnit, her being nice to people on the floor and letting them in. Oooh well, I will deal with it. Even though... no... blargh... I won't even dwell on it now. Gah!
