But I didn't. Because that is not within the realm of socially acceptable behavior. And because I really don't like confrontation, which you probably wouldn't have guessed based on my rather hostile inner dialogue. I'd like to give myself the benefit of the doubt and think that it was just the heat getting to me, and the fact that I had just spent two and a half hours watching a tedious and incomprehensible Italian movie for my film class, which just made me miss my beloved Italian whom I'll never see again... Ruh-roh, taking a turn to Negative Town. Oh, who am I kidding, I live in Negative Town. I am the mayor of Negative Town. Actually, I guess that would be Negative Nancy. Hmm... Not quite sure how I turned this into a lengthy blog entry, but if you're still reading, I apologize for the lack of actual plot and/or significance to the preceding paragraphs. Now I'm off to remedy my cantankerousness with some Gilmore Girls and healthy social interaction. Happy Friday, all.
Are you ever gripped by a sudden urge to verbally assault random strangers? I know I am. Particularly in the springtime, when they tend to look all happy and whatnot (ugh). For example, today I was trying to escape from the swamp of tour groups that is central campus, when I crossed paths with a former classmate, the kind who I used to wave to when I saw them, but they pretended not to recognize me and just ignored me instead--thanks a lot, kid--but they should be grateful that I even acknowledged them because they're a year younger than me and what's their problem anyway?...What was I saying? Oh yeah, so this kid walks by me (I don't even give him the nod anymore, let alone wave) wearing one of the tour guide shirts, a poorly-written name tag, and a ridiculous smile on his face. And for some inexplicable reason I am overcome by the sudden impulse to stop directly in front of him and go, "What? Do you want a cookie? Stop smiling, clownface."
But I didn't. Because that is not within the realm of socially acceptable behavior. And because I really don't like confrontation, which you probably wouldn't have guessed based on my rather hostile inner dialogue. I'd like to give myself the benefit of the doubt and think that it was just the heat getting to me, and the fact that I had just spent two and a half hours watching a tedious and incomprehensible Italian movie for my film class, which just made me miss my beloved Italian whom I'll never see again... Ruh-roh, taking a turn to Negative Town. Oh, who am I kidding, I live in Negative Town. I am the mayor of Negative Town. Actually, I guess that would be Negative Nancy. Hmm... Not quite sure how I turned this into a lengthy blog entry, but if you're still reading, I apologize for the lack of actual plot and/or significance to the preceding paragraphs. Now I'm off to remedy my cantankerousness with some Gilmore Girls and healthy social interaction. Happy Friday, all. Wow, somehow it's been over 100 days since I jumped the track on the whole School of Education thing I had going (AKA the future career track) and decided to slack off as a less miserable Spanish major (with a Religious Studies minor, for what it's worth, which is very little). Anyway, time is of the essence as of late because finals season is upon us, and I have a painful number of papers to finish in order to maintain my status as a supremely mediocre student. So here are some amusing highlights from the past week to placate you until I have time to write a real blog entry:
There is a distinct possibility that I am getting a C in my Women's Studies class. Apparently you don't automatically get an A just for being a woman. (My misunderstanding.) And the questions from the "Reading Quizzes" given by our illiterate TA were more like "Trivia Questions From Footnotes You Didn't Read." But the bottom line is, I can still get a B if I do well on this cursèd final paper. Another shining moment this week was when I somehow managed to cut my finger on my toothpaste cap. I KNOW. It sounds utterly ridiculous, but I kid you not. There was blood. Maybe I can sue the toothpaste company and win millions of dollars. They really should put some kind of warning on those things. ...And the proud moments just keep on coming. I'm not sure how this happened, but my car's driver's side door will no longer open. (In answer to your question, yes, I made sure it was unlocked.) Considering my car is about 18 years old, this didn't come as a surprise. Well, actually, I was pretty surprised to not be able to exit my own vehicle. (Yes, I was in the car when I discovered the door would not open.) Now I get some funny looks when people in the parking lot watch me crawl over the seat to exit on the passenger side. I love that car. |