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Sunday, February 12, 2006
Appearances can be deceiving, which means analyzing under the surface is necessary.
| The Movie Of Your Life Is A Black Comedy | 
In your life, things are so twisted that you just have to laugh.
You may end up insane, but you'll have fun on the way to the asylum.
Your best movie matches: Being John Malkovich, The Royal Tenenbaums, American Psycho
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| You Are Japanese Food | 
Strange yet delicious.
Contrary to popular belief, you're not always eaten raw.
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Haha. Strange yet delicious, eh?
You Passed 8th Grade Science
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Congratulations, you got 8/8 correct!
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Woohoo
| Your EQ is | 133
50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!
51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.
71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.
91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.
111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.
131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.
150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar. |
Your Brain is 46.67% Female, 53.33% Male |
Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female
You are both sensitive and savvy
Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed
But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve |
Eh? 0_o;;
Your Linguistic Profile:
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65% General American English |
30% Yankee |
5% Dixie |
0% Midwestern |
0% Upper Midwestern |
Ehhh. Lots of drama just in the past week alone, along with 4-5 hours of sleep a night means that I'm currently dead tired. I'll be updating sometime later, so yeah.
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Tuesday, February 7, 2006
She gets her super powers from sex! =O
Things that have happened since the last time I posted:
I’ve been slowly getting over the freeze up thing every time I see the guy from downstairs, the one that did stuff. I mean, I haven’t seen him in a while, but I’m figuring it’s slowly wearing away because I’m not so scared of passing by his room window (he always has the blinds down, and it’s necessary to pass by it if I want to get into the building reasonably, as opposed to going all the way around the long long way, so yeah.)
Edit: If a person was able to physically take pure concentrated fear and shape it into a bullet, it was that times ten that was shot into my heart at an upward angle, for it went strait into my head and froze up just about everything but natural instinct.
Ha. Anyways, I did control the extreme desire to… uh… run away, but that didn’t quite stop me from taking off down the hall when I was sure he couldn’t see me anymore. =X
I’m sure I looked like an idiot, cause I was sitting with a few friends and had just gotten up to leave for class when he walked in the cafeteria. Oyeh, I was ripped/torn between making a mad dash to elsewhere and grabbing on to someone’s arm.
I mean, I just know I acted really strange for a minute, strange even for me. XP
Schedule as of now:
Monday: History – 10:30 – 11:20
English – 11:30 – 12:30
Philosophy – 12:45 – 2:00
Psychology – 2:10 – 3:30
Work – 4:00 – 5:00
Tuesday: Work – 9:00 – 11:00
Sociology – 11:20 – 12:30
Work – 1:00 – 5:00
Wednesdays are same as Mondays class wise, but work wise I work from 5 – 8.
Thursdays are same as Tuesdays, and Fridays I just have the History and English at the same times as usual, while weekends seem to be engulfed in other busy work and homework. >.<;;
Man, for our sociology project that got assigned today, we have to go to this graveyard that’s apparently on campus, and count the grave sites, amongst other things. It’s all pure statistical garbage, I assure you.
And quite snickering at me. I’m full aware of the irony that I am stuck with the most boring teacher of the subject, and stuck with asinine papers.
I got new kick ass shoes. They are so cute. ;_;
Oyeh, somehow they look a bit different from the site. They look better in person. =3 I’ve been in love with them for over a year now, but the reason why I had to get them isn’t funny.
See, during winter break, in one of the places I stayed at, the lady babysat her sister’s family cat. Within the first day I was convinced the cat was channeling the devil’s spirit or something. Or maybe he was possessed by a psychotic demon; possessed, psychotic and demon being very appropriate words to associate with him.
But yeah. I really didn’t like him for some reason. Anyways, the stupid ass peed in one of my shoes while I was asleep, my right one to be exact. It aggravated me to the utmost degree, because I make it a big priority to be clean, or at least smell nice (body odor is a pet peeve of mine? =X ). I washed my shoe countless times, drowned it in perfume, put baking soda, bought new insoles, and did everything short of… I dunno, a miracle, apparently, as a few people confirmed that cat pee is not at all something that can be rid of cloth type things.
Stupid cross eyed psychotic devil channeling cat. Stupid stupid cat. I knew there was an important reason why I hated him, nevermind the fact that he would tackle me in the middle of the night, amongst other things. >=\
*crosses arms*
Aleia: *standing and talking*
Some old(er) guy: *touches her hair*
Aleia: *looks at him* 0_o ?
Guy: *fumbles his words* I ah, I really like your hair. I just thought you should know that.
Aleia: Thanks (?)
Guy: *goes on for a bit*
Aleia: o.o;;
Mhm. I was standing in the cafeteria yesterday after class, talking to a friend that I realized was in two of my classes for that day when that happened.
…
*shakes head* I don’t even know. And I’m not gonna be asking, either. *makes a face*
Recent stuffs makes me believe there isn’t a big difference in the smell of fake popcorn and really fake banana. And that, my friends, is really gross. X_+
16 days till my 21st birthday. =)
Wtf? Midterms in two weeks? How did that happen? 0_o;;
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Tuesday, January 24, 2006
During mid-corruption, they accidently broke it.
If you had a wild strawberry, would it bite?
Last I checked, I lost about 77 pounds so far, and the first digit of my weight has finally changed.
*does a dance*
Someone I considered a friend all of a sudden stopped talking to me. I’ve sent them messages online; I’ve tried talking to him in person. He acts like I don’t exist. His eyes go right through and over me.
It hurts because there was never an explanation. It hurts because… I cared a lot about him, friend-wise. I’m wondering if it’s because I talked about too much of my negative stuffs.
And then I find out that he’s in my Psychology class. I could just shoot myself in the head. *rolls eyes*
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*falls over* HOW COME I CAN'T NOT CARE?!?!?!?
>.<;;;
This semester has barely started and I’m already unwillingly sucked into another fucked up situation. A guy I barely know (who has known about/of me months before I even knew his name, let alone what he looked like, by the way) tried to take advantage of me, and only got so far, which was really far enough. He lives in the same building as me, and I unfortunately see him around in the dorm halls and in the school halls. I feel yucky-dirty every time I catch a glimpse of him; every time he tries to touch me, and I’m not exactly sure the best way to handle it. I can’t go and turn him in to the police, cause I think it’s partially my fault, seeing as how it all happened subtly and fast, and so in my confusion, I let it happen. I mean, it started out as flirting, and because I’m not used to people flirting with me, I didn’t interpret it as such. Whenever I realized how much stronger he was than me and how scared it got me… Yeah. That’s it. I’m not… I don’t want to go further with the explaining. You already get the idea.
Yeah yeah. I'm gonna be ok; I just want some time.
Things would be so much incredibly better if I didn't see him around, here and there randomly. It's something that I'm trying to deal with, so yeah.
Blargh. I am in so much trouble cause I cant do assignments or study for tests cause I cant afford books. I’ve already failed a quiz cause I could only answer what was discussed during class time and notes, and I hate this feeling of helplessness, of wanting so badly to study but not being able to. I’m borrowing the books that I can for now, but there is one or two in which that is not an option. >.<;;
Hey, I got all the ones that I answered/were talked about in class correctly, which gave me an exact 50%. Only talks about half the stuff during class. Rwar. >=\
Hey, it could be worse. I could be blind and/or deaf. I could not have the ability to walk on my own accord.
And I’ve finally moved away from you-know-who. She’s free to STD up the room as much as she likes now All is nice and calm in the room mate respect. =)
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Monday, January 23, 2006
Once I was mistakenly identified as the one-man-band freakshow.
2005 DARWIN NOMINATIONS:
You all know about the Darwin Awards. It's an annual honor given to the person who improved the "gene pool" the most by killing themselves in the most extraordinarily stupid way.
As always, competition this year has been keen. And the candidates this year are.....
1) According to police in Windsor, Ontario, Daniel Kolta, 27, and Randy Taylor, 33, died in a head-on collision, thus earning a tie in the game of chicken they were playing with their Snowmobiles.
2) In Detroit, a 41-year-old man got stuck and drowned in two feet of water after squeezing head first through an 18-inch-wide sewer grate to retrieve his car keys.
3) A 49-year-old San Francisco stockbroker, who "totally zoned when he ran," accidentally jogged off a 100-foot-high cliff on his daily run.
4) Buxton, NC: A man died on a beach when an 8-foot-deep hole he had dug into the sand caved in as he sat inside it. Beach-goers said Daniel Jones, 21, dug the hole for fun, or protection from the wind, and had been sitting in a beach chair at the bottom Thursday afternoon when it collapsed, burying him beneath 5 feet of sand. People on the beach, on the outer banks, used their hands and shovels, trying to claw their way to Jones, a resident of Woodbridge, VA, but could not reach him. It took rescue workers using heavy equipment almost an hour to free him while about 200 people looked on. Jones was pronounced dead at a local hospital.
5) Santiago Alvarado, 24, was killed in Lompoc, CA, as he fell face-first through the ceiling of a bicycle shop he was burglarizing. Death was caused when the long flashlight he had placed in his mouth (to keep his hands free) rammed into the base of his skull as he hit the floor.
6) According to police in Dahlonega, GA, ROTC cadet Nick Berrena, 20, was stabbed to death in January by fellow cadet Jeffrey Hoffman, 23, who was trying to prove that a knife could not penetrate the flak vest Berrena was wearing.
7) Sylvester Briddell, Jr., 26, was killed in Selbyville, Del, as he won a bet with friends who said he would not put a revolver loaded with four bullets into his mouth and pull the trigger.
HONORABLE MENTION:
8) In Guthrie, Okla., in October, Jason Heck tried to kill a millipede with a shot from his 22 caliber rifle, but the bullet ricocheted off a rock near the hole and hit pal Antonio Martinez in the head, fracturing his skull.
9) In Elyria, Ohio, in October, Martyn Eskins, attempting to clean out cobwebs in his basement, declined to use a broom in favor of a propane torch and caused a fire that burned the first and second floors of his house.
AND THE WINNER:
10) Overzealous zookeeper Friedrich Riesfeldt (Paderborn, Germany) fed his constipated elephant Stefan 22 doses of animal laxative and more than a bushel of berries, figs and prunes before the plugged-up pachyderm finally let it fly, and suffocated the keeper under 200 pounds of poop! Investigators say ill-fated Friedrich, 46, was attempting to give the ailing elephant an olive oil enema when the relieved beast unloaded on him. The sheer force of the elephant's unexpected defecation knocked Mr. Riesfeldt to the ground, where he struck his head on a rock and lay unconscious as the elephant continued to evacuate his bowels on top of him said flabbergasted Paderborn police detective Erik Dern. "With no one there to help him, he lay under all that dung for at least an hour before a watchman came along, and during that time he suffocated. It seems to be just one of those freak accidents that proves that “crap happens."
Stuff happend in the past week. I'll get around to explaining a part of the bigger happenings later, as if I dont get to my bed really soon, I'm gonna fall over on the floor.
And I'm gonna end up staying there too.
Did I mention that I moved? Ironically, I'm on the same building, same floor, just a different hall.
I can still see my old room though, and run into her more often than I would like.
And there you have it.
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Thursday, January 19, 2006
In my confusion I had given them a fish.
Eh, about that dance. You know, the one that happened a long time ago?
Yeah, well I went. I’ll ask around for a picture or two, and I might post up something that would resemble what I looked like for the occasion.
Pending on whether I can find any pictures, so yeah.
To make a really long story short, went to the dance; very soon after, the mad rush involving finals and strict preparations that had to be done before break. As for a place to stay, I stayed at a person’s house for a few days, had to leave and found another. This process happened a few more times till I happened upon a place where I was able/allowed to stay for the last few weeks. The person who owned the apartment was eccentric and rarely ever there, so I felt like I lived by myself most of the time after Christmas, part of that time with a psychotic cat who I sincerely believed at times was channeling the devil’s spirit. *wry grin*
Eh well.
Met a cool guy New Year’s Eve; set off explosives for the first time. It really was a lot of fun. *grins*
You know, for as incredibly rough and difficult as the past month was (on all sorts of different levels), I learned stuff from it. I also learned enough to know that I prolly won’t be so lucky in the summer, freefalling like that.
School started already. I finally fixed my schedule, so now I have:
World History (Taught by a nun. I figured she was a nun by her way of incorporating Catholicism/Christianity in general into the major importance of old world history; and then someone addressed her as sister, and I was like “Oooohhhh”)
The teacher really has a passion for history though, so that should at least make the good stuff even more interesting.
Philosophy. I’ve never been in a class where I recognized so many people that I knew from before.
…. Never mind the fact that this is the first time that I’m going to the same school for another semester.
The teacher in this class, he seems an interesting character. I think I’m going to really like this class.
Sociology. Didn’t even have this class yet. =_=
Psychology. Didn’t have this one either. X_+
I think this semester is going to go very well, at least academic wise.
Man, all this stupid stuff today… I’m still trying to comprehend what happened last, let alone everything all together. I’m half nervous to be by myself in the halls of my own dorm building, cause of weird freaky “make-out-Matt”. *shudders*
For some reason, it still really freaks me out that he's so much stronger than me.
Why am I sort of scared?
I come back from break, finally get back on the internet, and it seems less people come here now. And when did Group Sounds die?
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Monday, November 28, 2005
When things reach rigamarole status
My room mate came back last night much earlier than anticipated.
Woop de doo.
I'm frustrated enough that I cant even start the smallest stupidest paper, and I end up going to bed, figuring on waking up early.
And so I do.
My room mate wakes up around an hour after I do, sees me working at my computer, and promptly turns her TV on to some dumbass high-irritation show, loud enough so that my progress is impeded greatly.
I went and took a shower. I'm leaving; I can't work in my room anymore. I figure to skip the one class that I'm failing anyways, and work on my English stuffs, due sometime today.
After I get out of the shower and I'm packing my stuff to leave, all of a sudden she's asking me "Aleia, is your family ok? Are you ok? Are you suuuure?" and kept giving me looks like she didnt believe me.
Bloody fuck. Shut up. Ugh. Stay the fuck away from me. If I wanted to talk to her fucked up self I'd initiate conversation and that doesnt seem to be happening anytime soon.
I wish she'd just leave me the fuck alone and mind her own business.
I dont think I wanna go to that stupid dance.
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Sunday, November 27, 2005
Cicatriz ESP / I've Defected
Mhm. To make a long petty story short, for the past month, my room mate has purposely made things extremely difficult for me. She would purposely pick fights with me, and I would end up leaving so I wouldn’t make matters worse (Especially when she started in on her phrase of “I’m the wrong person to fuck with” and I almost let slip “Prolly cause you’re fucking everyone else”) Haha, no kidding.
So I would purposely walk around campus for hours upon hours at a time, as my body and senses were flooded and overwhelmed with anxiety stress hormones I desperatly had to let loose in some form, and if I came back too early the dumbass would sit up strait in bed to argue with me some more. So of course, with my new found schedule, it was rather difficult to function as a student, as I was stressing and couldn’t sleep for a few days at a stretch, then crash and burn along with not eating regularly at all. Not to mention concentrating was hard, and not being in my room/library always being stuffed to the max kind of made doing homework and things an impossible dream or something.
In one of the bigger arguments that we’ve had, she expressed that she was angry about how she felt bad for me and would invite me to go places with her and her friends, and now what is it with her friends being my friends?
I thought it was really funny how it never crossed her mind that we couldn’t be friends with the same people at the same time (ZOMG =O); even funnier the fact that all the people I know (most of them by coincidence knowing her as well) I met through other people, or by random chance. Only one person I got to know better because of her and that was because when we went to the UTSA party, there were six of us all together in our group, and three got drunk. The other half, which consisted of me, another girl I knew, and the other one I didn’t, ended up talking/bonding most of the night (and wee early morning), and after rescuing three really drunk people from a party that was raided by cops soon after we left, how could you not get closer? ^_~
But yeah. In the whole past month, she's been playing mind games with me and a group of other people, so for a while there, I was extremely paranoid and felt I couldnt trust anyone. Eventually, there was a confrontation and it was then that it was figured out what had been going on. (A stupid "she said that you said so and so about me" type of thing, and because the same things were being said to other people, when there was casual talk, there was a sort of tension that wouldnt allow other things to be brought up.)
The past few weeks, my room mate has taken to threatening me, telling me that she is going to get me kicked out of the room by telling Residents Life and the RA’s that I have slashing tendencies (haha, there is obvious proof against that, as there aren’t any visible cuts anywhere on myself), telling them that I make myself throw up after every time I eat (eh, not something easy to prove or refute), I have mood swings and they make her scared (wtf? Mood swings? Where? 0_o;;), amongst other things. She went on to say that because she is a senior and me only a freshman, that she has much higher priority over me, and to quote her “I can get you kicked out as easily as your first room mate did” (Haha, remember the room mate I only had for half an hour?)
Stuff and stuff. This went on for a bit, exception being I went ahead and explained my side of the story to Residents Life and to our RA, so things would be documented in case something big would happen.
I love my gut instinct.
Last Thursday-ish, I go to my room to get my wallet and her friends walk in behind me like nothing. They say they wanna talk to her, and I tell them that she isn’t there. Friends were waiting for me downstairs out front in a car, and while I was getting my wallet, they went and made themselves at home on her side of the room. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that she went and made a divider wall with her bookshelf, dresser drawer, her TV and her desk, making the heavy tension in the room visible. She had a whole lot of glass stuff on top of her bookshelf, and it kinda made me nervous cause now her rickety bookshelf sat in the middle of the room, with no wall to support it, and all the glass things on top looked to be for easy falling.
Anyways. Leave the room with her friends in there. *shrugs* I was in a rush and there was no way I was going to or could possibly physically make them leave.
I come back to and empty dark room about a half hour later, and to make things short, I noticed a few things of hers on my side, which led me to realize other things, which made me notice the huge pile of glass under my bed, and all the things missing from her side. I go strait to the RA, and soon after my room mate follows. When the RA goes to call one of the higher up people from the Residents Life office, to ask how to handle this, my room mate tells me about how I am going to wish I never did this; that this could easily be counted as the biggest mistake of my life, she was gonna make me pay dearly, ect, and goes on to tell me about how deranged and mentally sick I must be to do such a thing to someone who’s never done anything to me.
I got fed up and frustrated with her spewing BS and told her that there was no use in arguing with her, cause she was going to believe what she wanted to believe and that was that; that it would take an act of God for her to change her mind. She quickly became offended that I used the word God and was going to tell me off for it (she tells people that she is a devote Catholic… I’m going to stop there, just cause it’s safer that way), and then the RA came back. My room mate was yelling in the hallways that I am mentally sick and she’s now scared for her life, and we ended up having to go back to our room just cause she was yelling so loudly.
Just as soon as we got to our room, she started bad mouthing me really badly in front of the RA, saying things such as “You broke all my sentimental things! Oh look, my pictures are still up on the wall; is it because it didn’t occur to you to take them down and rip them up?”
Just then, her friend that was in here before called, and then my room mate went into about how her room mate went and broke all her things. Of course he didn’t say anything. *rolls eyes*
Whenever the Residence Life person came in is when she started the tears and her act. My room mate started off with “I don’t know who did all this, but me and my room mate have been fighting for a long time now, and she’s the only one who had the keys to here…”
To my mild surprise, my room mate from that to how Aleia has violent mood swings and they scare her; to how Aleia slashes herself up and she’s scared about how if she can do that to herself so easily then she can easily do it to other people (like her room mate when she’s asleep); to how Aleia makes herself throw up after every time she eats and how she (my room mate) never ever sees her eat and how Aleia goes to counseling and doesn’t that seem like something is wrong with Aleia and she (my room mate) is and has been really scared for her life and that’s why Aleia should move out tonight immediately because she’s scared for her life and such.
Yeah, she really did mention that more than once, the “scared for her life” bit. To be honest, that part did make me angry cause she knows better, spewing out lies like that.
The Residents Life person went on to say about how if I was going to counseling that it was none of her business and that she just violated confidentiality laws right there by talking about that. She went on to say about if she (my room mate) honestly felt uncomfortable around me that she could stay in a different dorm that night until this whole matter was resolved. They couldn’t make me leave the room, as it wasn’t proved that I violated anything; there wasn’t proof yet that I had broken those things.
Ha. That made her visibly angry. She started raving about how she wasn’t only scared for her life, she was scared for her things and didn’t trust me to stay in the same room with her things and all by myself.
The Residents Life person asked me what I thought a solution should be, as I am a part of the whole ordeal.
I said I figured that both of us should leave the room for tonight, and then my room mate interjected with “Well, she’ll still have the key to get in here!”
We were told that if we agreed to that proposition, we’d both have to surrender our keys for the night.
And so we were told to pack what we would need for the night. My room mate went and called her parents, and basically told them the same things that she had just told the RA; that her room mate went and broke all her things, that she’s mentally unstable and that she’s scared for her life and the school refuses to do anything about it and she is going to press charges against me.
I told them I was going to stay at a friend’s room. Had to give a statement to campus police. To make another long story short, I ended up sleeping in one of the lounges with a friend who was babysitting a guy who got really really drunk that night, and he wanted to make sure that he didn’t throw up and possibly choke and die from it.
<.<
But yeah. In the end, her friend confessed to it, and she wasn’t angry at him. He has to pay for damages and such, but whatever.
I never expected an apology from her, and I never got one. *half grins*
Her friend, who has a reputation for being a rumor rat, and an instigator from my own experience, did apologize and hugged me, both which really startled me. X_+
My room mate wrote a really mean/nasty post on her Myspace about a someone. She never said any names, but everyone knew it was about me. I didn’t read it personally; a whole lot of people came and told me about it. She made a lot of mutual friends angry at her, so yeah. A few were going to write comments, but they couldn’t cause she deleted that post, and posted about how the devil was testing her waters and asked forgiveness from God.
I think it’s funny how she makes it a point not to apologize to me.
Uh, stuff I ended up doing Thursday, Friday and Saturday night brought up a lot of… stuff. I don’t know how else to describe it.
I was asked to go to the dance that the school is going to have.
School is out in two weeks. For winter break, they close down the dorms, which means if I don’t find somewhere to stay soon, I’m.. kind of... out. Screwed. In trouble, big time.
There was more I was going to say, but my head is stuffed and muddled and I have a whole bunch of papers I need to get started on, as they are due tomorrow. >.-
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Sunday, November 13, 2005
“You’re Really Ugly (But There’s Nobody Cute Around)”
The Mars Volta > your soul.
To clarify, just the music. Most the music videos, however, pretty much.. suck.
The one's I've seen, anyways.
Thursday night, went for a walk around 2:30 am. Went past the library, when from the depths of the shadows, something dark leaped out at my leg and latched on.
Me: *squeals and almost falls over*
Dark thing that leaped out from the shadows: *looks up* mrow! =^.^=
Haha. Yeah. It was an extremely friendly cat. Friendly being a mild word for it. *raises eyebrow*
It followed me around campus, until I sat down. It then tackle jumped me and curled up into my arms.
*grins and shakes head*
Snuck in and out of my room with food for it, and when I finally was able to sneak back in the dorms, it was fourish in the morning, so of course I was tired when I got up for logics class at nine.
I have logics right before English class (Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays). Friday was the first time this week that.. something didn’t happen that prevented me from going to anything.
So of course I go to logics and don’t understand one bit of any of the lesson. X_=
Anyone knowledgeable about proofs? =X;;
Went to English class to find that it’s cancelled. *falls over*
Where did my luck go? I believe I’m far behind in all my classes. =\
In the past few months, I’ve learned how not to ask for help unless I really honestly need it.
In the past few weeks, I’ve learned not to trust most of the people I know.
In the past few days, I think I’ve come to the point where I need.. something, but there really isn’t anyone/anything there. Haha. That’s pretty funny in an ironic twist, actually.
Spurs game on Thursday.
You know, being passive is getting rather tiring. I think I am going to take on a different sort of role, just to stir things up. A certain person has whatever is coming anyways, and prolly twice fold.
...
Haha. Yeah. If you live in San Antonio, just.. don’t watch the news.
TV adds five pounds. >=)
Friday, I was looking around for my kitty, and I couldn’t find it. I figure I prolly couldn’t find it cause there was a bunch of rowdy guys out, but yeah.
The kitty ended up finding a girl I know, who just happens to be mildly of a PETA type person.
Needless to say, I might have became involved in illegal smuggling-type activities. I am not at liberty to say where exactly, but there now lives a used-to-be-homeless cat in one of the campus dorms.
<.<
>.>
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Friday, November 11, 2005
My green tinted glasses finally broke.
For the first time, I realized not one, but two mistakes that I made that I truly honestly regret.
.....
The sudden cold harsh realizations; the complete... blind... idiocy on my part, it literally makes me physically ill.
Haha. What the hell was I (not) thinking? *half grins*
I laugh and smile through the anguish, because the two seperate mistakes are suprisingly very related through karma. The irony of it all.
....
Aye, the pure cruelty of it all.
Isn't life just the funniest thing to ever happen? *grins and shakes head*
I already know it somewhere inside; this is going to be a very rough painful ride. Yeah, I'll suck it up and live; I already know I'm gonna be alive at the end. I also feel inside that I'm going to be even just a bit changed by the time this shit is finally over.
*shrugs*
That's life for ya.
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Tuesday, November 8, 2005
Jumping the gun
Ar har. After 50 minutes of waiting for my advisor, she finally came in her office. A week ago, I had scheduled an appointment for 1pm, and she didn’t come until about 10 minutes till 2pm, so yeah.
Finally figured what courses Imma be taking next semester. Come back to my dorm, try to register online, and then the WebAdvisor program says that I have to be a current student to do that.
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I have no comment. *shakes head*
Remember how I said that my room mate told me that she wanted a new room mate, and how I figured the way she worded it pretty much implied that she wants to stay but wants me out, so someone else could move in. That in itself is against the rules; the person that wants a new room mate is the one who has to move out, so yeah.
A person has told me that she has told people that she is going to try to get me kicked out, by telling our RA that I make myself throw up after I eat, amongst other things.
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I don’t do that, and I think she knows full well that I don’t.
Eh, I trust the person that told me that, as they told me about how she has been telling people that she wants a new room mate, and then a week later, I overhear her telling other people, herself in her own words. And then what, a week later she finally tells me, so yeah.
Every night since she has come back from her house, she picks fights with me. She walks in the room and just blows up in a self caused angry mess, all over the place.
If I try to do homework or stupid papers while she's here, she yells at me and causes a huge problem, because I am disrupting her as my typing is too loud, and my computer screen too bright.
She is angry about stupid petty things. The way she is jealous about some things concerning people we both know (IT'S ALL A PETTY MESS, I SWEAR IT X_=), it makes me feel like I am dealing with someone who has a maturity level of an 8 or 11 year old, as opposed to 21.
Honestly, the rest of what she wants to argue about/yells at me about is so incredibly stupid and mind numbing, I'm not going to bother going into it. Hey, I don’t even want to be involved, it's that retarded. But I know the fighting isn’t going to be stopping any time soon, because I am really tired of being too nice and bending myself around her ways to avoid big messy stressful confrontations.
Kinda like the ones that are happening now. *rolls eyes*
I figure I have a problem with being... something. Standing up for myself? I can’t think of the word at the moment. I was told I have a reputation on campus for being a pushover, and I really don’t know where that came from. *sweatdrops*
I’m always sleepy tired cause every time she starts to fight, I end up leaving so I don’t say something incredibly stupid that will make things worse by a tenfold. I stay out of the room until I’m pretty sure she is asleep, and even then that’s not quite a guarantee. I mean, I came back in around 4:30 Monday morning after she yelled stuff at me, and she woke up right as I came in to argue some more.
*falls over*
I put all this here, because I have a feeling I’m doing something wrong.
Assertive! I have a problem being assertive with people that have forceful explosive type personalities (ie, “my way or the high way biatch” sort of way). There doesn’t seem to be any possible way to reason with that type of person, because there is no way unless it is their way, so yeah.
Kinda like a person I know, whose assumptions and opinions are always right, and thus these ideas become fact. Good thing they never got it in their head that the world is flat or something equally as retarded, although there really are people out there who still do believe that. =P
But yeah.
Comments? Opinions? Advice?
Please? o.o;;;
Ps: XD
Ah hah!
*snicker*
*o.o;;*
Yeah. They're kinda retarded, but they make me laugh.
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Who am I kidding; they are pretty stupid, although the Paris Hilton one seems to ring true. <.<;;
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