lj title: All right, let's do this bitch!
The rage entry:
There are some real charmers in my section. My class is huge, and there is unavoidably some clique-ing. Actually, I exaggerate: there is a clique of two with 2 sweet hangers-on, and the rest of us. The rest of us get along happily whether or not we hang out all the time (which we don't), but these two girls are just...I don't know. It's like they sized us up and found us wanting because we don't get trashed Thursday or Friday nights. I mean, they and one of their nice girls quickly got the label "the pukeskateers" last year, if that clarifies things. I'm sorry, bitches, I don't like feeling shitty at a long Saturday morning practice or for my Friday classes just because someone thinks that's the way college has to be. Plus, I love my liver.
(Oh, iTunes, you know just how to raise my spirits. I love "Baba O'Riley"!!)
But I digress. This past game was versus asu, and I had friends coming. At first, I thought they would be there as we marched over, but I should have known better. So I was going to march along the outside so that I could see them easier, but I didn't since they weren't there. But I've been on the outside exactly zero times this year (including the sophomore trip [FUCK THE julie!]), and I thought it was about time I got a chance. So, after the postgame show we were lining up and I said, Ana, I want to be on the outside for the way back. She goes, why? Well, why do you fucking think, you cunt? It's a little boring in the middle and you can't get any alcohol from the crowd on the way back, so why do you care? Of course, I didn't say that because I am repressed and passive-aggressive. What I said was, you've been on the outside for every time so far this year. It's my turn.
Her: This is my spot.
Me: No, Busfuck said we can switch it off since we're THE SAME GRADE. (In retrospect, "same year" would have sounded less dumb, but whatever.)
Her: No, she said if you want it, you had to say so then.
Me: No, that is not it at all. Plenty of other older members have this same thing going on and they just switch.
Her: [bitch noises] [drunk noises?]
Me: Okay, fine, then I'll get the outside for cal and ucla.
Her: [bitch tone] Why are we talking about this now?
Me: --
And the whistle interrupted. Oh, man, I had a mouthful right then. First off, obviously, talking to her about it day of means nothing happens at all because she'll just stall me until it's time to move. Second off, why not figure it out then? Did you have somewhere to be?
I wish I had something to punch. I love my pillow too much. I wish I were taking a martial arts class. Or something. Maybe I need to get into a fight. I could kick her fat ugly ass if she didn't squash me first. Fuck you and your hockey practicing. I'll take you any day. I have no scruples. I'll kick you when you're drunk. Next time I pass you a beer in the ranks, I'm making sure it spills all over you. Watch yourself.
End rage post. I kind of feel better. Too bad some weird-ass song just started. Enough of that.
music: O Magnum Mysterium because I need some beauty right now
mood: frustrated
17 October 2006
14 October 2006
i would have to say fucking pissed. that's the subject.
So this is primarily a band entry. You are forewarned.
Because I'm in band and they switched us to shit seats, I get two free tickets for each home game. This is pretty sweet. It generally means I get to see my parents frequently but not too frequently in the fall semester. However, for this week (vs asu), my parents decided they didn't want to come up, and I offered the tickets to my best friends here at school: my roommate and my linguistics friend. We were all especially excited because the first song of the halftime show was "Hips Don't Lie," which is basically the Squiggle anthem. To set the story, imagine that I told them...oh, at least two weeks in advance. Because that's what I did.
This past week, the linguistics friend has been rather on edge due to an unfortunate confluence of having to move, midterming, and dealing with familial interestingness. I understand and I sympathize, but when she told me for certain that she couldn't go at 10:30 Friday night, I nearly flipped. What kind of moron do you have to be to not be at least somewhat prepared to move, especially when you have known for quite a while that it's a definite deal? Admittedly, I'm not entirely clear on the weird asshole-landlord situation, but I don't care. Today's game was a 5pm game, I got home at 10 (and that's because of band. She could have been home at...9:30 or possibly earlier), and she could have had plenty of time to be packing and cleaning all day. I mean, Meli even told her to come and enjoy herself!! (INCONSIDERATE: continue on that idea)
Eh... I took a little break and lost most of the anger momentum. Tomorrow at work I guess I'll write more about this and about tonight in terms of people in my section who should quit and/or break many bones.
location: being cold in my room... maybe I should close the window
music: Gone by tobymac
Because I'm in band and they switched us to shit seats, I get two free tickets for each home game. This is pretty sweet. It generally means I get to see my parents frequently but not too frequently in the fall semester. However, for this week (vs asu), my parents decided they didn't want to come up, and I offered the tickets to my best friends here at school: my roommate and my linguistics friend. We were all especially excited because the first song of the halftime show was "Hips Don't Lie," which is basically the Squiggle anthem. To set the story, imagine that I told them...oh, at least two weeks in advance. Because that's what I did.
This past week, the linguistics friend has been rather on edge due to an unfortunate confluence of having to move, midterming, and dealing with familial interestingness. I understand and I sympathize, but when she told me for certain that she couldn't go at 10:30 Friday night, I nearly flipped. What kind of moron do you have to be to not be at least somewhat prepared to move, especially when you have known for quite a while that it's a definite deal? Admittedly, I'm not entirely clear on the weird asshole-landlord situation, but I don't care. Today's game was a 5pm game, I got home at 10 (and that's because of band. She could have been home at...9:30 or possibly earlier), and she could have had plenty of time to be packing and cleaning all day. I mean, Meli even told her to come and enjoy herself!! (INCONSIDERATE: continue on that idea)
Eh... I took a little break and lost most of the anger momentum. Tomorrow at work I guess I'll write more about this and about tonight in terms of people in my section who should quit and/or break many bones.
location: being cold in my room... maybe I should close the window
music: Gone by tobymac
11 October 2006
first blog of the school year
So this week has been a pretty interesting mix of good and bad. Let's start with the bad column so I can get it over with.
BAD:
-I got my syntax midterm back and I got a C-. A 69 out of 100 (which kind of belongs in the good column just for amusement value). So I was extremely displeased with that, since I had felt pretty confident leaving the room last week or whenever.
-I have a lot of things going on in terms of trying to start looking good for after graduation (meaning, ideally, med school), and they are starting to conflict. Like, I have this one political-ish action group that conflicts tonight with the first training meeting of CHIP, a health volunteer thing. And I hate politics, but this is relatively non-partisan and pretty worthwhile, since I'm on the climate and resources type group. But CHIP will be vital for med school, since doing research will probably be difficult. Plus, I really do want to get out there and help.
-Speaking of med school and the like, my bio midterm also came back, and that bitch was a hard-core D. At least without the curve. So, I'm again torn by a lack of confidence and indecision. I hate that.
-Also speaking of bio, the lab practical was a BEAR! And being a Trojan, let it be understood that's a term of much hatred and derision. Some of the questions were outrageously specific. "Look at this thing at highest magnification (even though it's still too small to reliably tell whether it's bacillus, coccus, or spirillus) and tell me its genus." Are you fucking kidding me?! Not only that, my TA just gets on my nerves in general. Heck, the bio class gets on my nerves. What do I need plant, fungal, and invertebrate knowledge for? Gah.
-The team is giving me large amounts of stress this year, and while it's fun to a point, it's kind of crazy. And I'm trying to put a good face on it, but I really don't like the Sun Deck. Trojan Nation? How awkward is that? Seriously, come on. And I don't like not being surrounded by students behind and flutes and team before. It feels spiritless and lame. You're not spirited until you're uncomfortably close!!!
-Anticlimactically, but still bad: Luz bitched at me today for playing games on the computers at work. Hypocrite! I see you playing Super Collapse! What else am I supposed to do when no one needs help? Geez.
Okay, I think that does it for bad.
GOOD:
-My parents came last weekend and brought me mini-quiches from Costco. I am ecstatic. They also brought a lot of water bottles, and they were just fun to hang out with in general. Plus, they took me out for dinner after the game, and although we didn't get to go to my first choice (El Cholo), it was delicious because that's just how The Cheesecake Factory do.
-We're 5 and 0! I like that.
-I'm feeling pretty comfortable with everyone in band, and I'm sort of getting to know people from other sections, mostly due to the sophomore trip, which I MUST blog about sometime soon.
-I'm also getting to know linguistics people a little better, which is nice, since Caroline is hardly ever on campus, and Michelle is gone every weekend.
-My skin is sort of clearing up from the random nuclear phase it was just going through.
-I got paid for my first gig! This gig, also, is to be the subject of a forthcoming blog, since it was my first small-ish yet significant one.
-I feel pretty confident about my ARLT midterm, but unfortunately, I won't know how I did for about 2 months, since that's about how slow this professor is. Actually, maybe I shouldn't feel so confident, since look what that got me linguistics-wise.
-Speaking of linguistics, the syntax class was cancelled today, which was a huge source of joy. Actually, the joy started at 9:38, since that's when my bio prof let us go. Today was her first lecture, and it was super easy and fast. So I had an extra 20 minutes to relax before syntax. I went to the bookstore to see if I wanted to spend my happy little $25 gig dollars, which I did. Unfortunately, I left my whole wallet at home, so once I found that out, I headed over to class. A little over halfway there, I spot this guy in the class and he waves and yells "Cancelled!" I slammed on the brakes, man, and screeched to a halt, that's how excited I was. Then, at noon, I went off to my better ling class and she let us out a little early too!
I think I'm done. I've been writing for forty minutes, so I had better feel fine.
music: Signed, Sealed, Delivered by Stevie Wonder (I love that man)
mood: conflicted
location: hunched at my desk, like a good little computer monkey
BAD:
-I got my syntax midterm back and I got a C-. A 69 out of 100 (which kind of belongs in the good column just for amusement value). So I was extremely displeased with that, since I had felt pretty confident leaving the room last week or whenever.
-I have a lot of things going on in terms of trying to start looking good for after graduation (meaning, ideally, med school), and they are starting to conflict. Like, I have this one political-ish action group that conflicts tonight with the first training meeting of CHIP, a health volunteer thing. And I hate politics, but this is relatively non-partisan and pretty worthwhile, since I'm on the climate and resources type group. But CHIP will be vital for med school, since doing research will probably be difficult. Plus, I really do want to get out there and help.
-Speaking of med school and the like, my bio midterm also came back, and that bitch was a hard-core D. At least without the curve. So, I'm again torn by a lack of confidence and indecision. I hate that.
-Also speaking of bio, the lab practical was a BEAR! And being a Trojan, let it be understood that's a term of much hatred and derision. Some of the questions were outrageously specific. "Look at this thing at highest magnification (even though it's still too small to reliably tell whether it's bacillus, coccus, or spirillus) and tell me its genus." Are you fucking kidding me?! Not only that, my TA just gets on my nerves in general. Heck, the bio class gets on my nerves. What do I need plant, fungal, and invertebrate knowledge for? Gah.
-The team is giving me large amounts of stress this year, and while it's fun to a point, it's kind of crazy. And I'm trying to put a good face on it, but I really don't like the Sun Deck. Trojan Nation? How awkward is that? Seriously, come on. And I don't like not being surrounded by students behind and flutes and team before. It feels spiritless and lame. You're not spirited until you're uncomfortably close!!!
-Anticlimactically, but still bad: Luz bitched at me today for playing games on the computers at work. Hypocrite! I see you playing Super Collapse! What else am I supposed to do when no one needs help? Geez.
Okay, I think that does it for bad.
GOOD:
-My parents came last weekend and brought me mini-quiches from Costco. I am ecstatic. They also brought a lot of water bottles, and they were just fun to hang out with in general. Plus, they took me out for dinner after the game, and although we didn't get to go to my first choice (El Cholo), it was delicious because that's just how The Cheesecake Factory do.
-We're 5 and 0! I like that.
-I'm feeling pretty comfortable with everyone in band, and I'm sort of getting to know people from other sections, mostly due to the sophomore trip, which I MUST blog about sometime soon.
-I'm also getting to know linguistics people a little better, which is nice, since Caroline is hardly ever on campus, and Michelle is gone every weekend.
-My skin is sort of clearing up from the random nuclear phase it was just going through.
-I got paid for my first gig! This gig, also, is to be the subject of a forthcoming blog, since it was my first small-ish yet significant one.
-I feel pretty confident about my ARLT midterm, but unfortunately, I won't know how I did for about 2 months, since that's about how slow this professor is. Actually, maybe I shouldn't feel so confident, since look what that got me linguistics-wise.
-Speaking of linguistics, the syntax class was cancelled today, which was a huge source of joy. Actually, the joy started at 9:38, since that's when my bio prof let us go. Today was her first lecture, and it was super easy and fast. So I had an extra 20 minutes to relax before syntax. I went to the bookstore to see if I wanted to spend my happy little $25 gig dollars, which I did. Unfortunately, I left my whole wallet at home, so once I found that out, I headed over to class. A little over halfway there, I spot this guy in the class and he waves and yells "Cancelled!" I slammed on the brakes, man, and screeched to a halt, that's how excited I was. Then, at noon, I went off to my better ling class and she let us out a little early too!
I think I'm done. I've been writing for forty minutes, so I had better feel fine.
music: Signed, Sealed, Delivered by Stevie Wonder (I love that man)
mood: conflicted
location: hunched at my desk, like a good little computer monkey
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