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I came across this ad while I was online people watching. At 3 am. Eating Wonka Nerds because I am hungry and lack appropriate foodage. By the way, foodage should totally be a word. It makes you think of bondage. I am really not into that, “not that’s anything wrong with it” (I’ll give you a virtual candy if you tell me from where I took that), but bondage makes me think of other interesting things. Like, nah I’m not gonna tell you. I’m too shy for that.
But yes people, the world is changing, and I can feeeeel the change on my own dry skin. I also feel that it is an important change that one must take into account. You wouldn’t want to wake up tomorrow and say, When the fuck did all this happen? Be warned. So yeah, the change is basically, it’s getting too fucking cold in here. So cold that my two fingers that hold the damn cigarette are bound to fall off before this winter is over. Do you understand what I’m saying? Say what?
What what in the butt?
ooookay
My roommate told me I act as if I were high. O WOE IS ME, I wish I were high.
Furthermore (just felt the need to use some linking words every now and then) I have my Japanese oral exam tomorrow. I have to talk about my reasons for studying Japanese, an article about a women only net cafe in Osaka, and Xmas customs in Romania. All this in 15 minutes. Pretty impressive, don’t you think? I think it is pretty impressive. So impressive indeed. (whenever I try to write impressive I accidentally type in 3 s’s instead of 2. Impressive – oh, there it goes again) Will I be able to do it? Will I be able to conquer that virgin island with my ubber awesome power? Will I freeze to death outside my dorm only to be found by Pub Safety the next morning and having an article in the college daily newspaper and people laughing at my sorry self? Will I ever finish writing this post?
Today in computer science I was so bored that I started texting my roommate Bianca to keep myself awake. She had this brilliant idea of me writing down a poem about my class to help the time go faster. And I did. And it did. And I am sharing them with you! (yes! more than one poem!)
Bitch
As I sit here on this chair
I start to feel the despair
I don’t understand why there’s
a bug in our hair and
Creepy girls don’t make my day.
People say it’s not okay to hold your breath and look away
when you want to be annoying
in class.
The u-shaped desks open for the display
Someone smart posed a question
And suddenly it’s not okay.
Magnesium is what I need
or a cigarette to breathe.
People whisper next to me
We have a problem so I see
Why did you have to move to my side of the classroom?
I am not your friend and I do not like you
Your voice kills my braincells
and makes me want seppuku
You’re not cool or smart
You’re annoying and talk like fuck
Bitch.
Doves and Digits
The doves in the sky are all dead.
The softness of your lips doesn’t matter
anymore, as I press 0 and expect you to say 10
‘Cause I am 0 and you are the 1.
Maybe this wasn’t the best of ideas
to try this again with 2 digits and a clear
vision of what we tapped on last night
Maybe an if statement will save you
somewhere on your skin
Next to the soft soft part of your display
But the operator is a positive case
that circles the bug.
I don’t know if it matters,
How’s that look if operator is 0
When I am 0 and you the 1.
1 plus 2 equals 3. Great
Let’s start with a fresh calculator
Say 10 plus 1 equals 11.
Can you see what I’m saying?
I read them to her at lunch and she loved both of them. She would.
Last night at rehearsal, a girl said that it’s weird how 2 of the few straight girls in this play are VERY sleezy together on stage. Mainly because of me, haha I try. And it IS strange. I remember last year I honestly thought I was bi because of this girl in my Japanese class who honestly looked like a guy. After that I fell for my friend who was also Asian and boyish like. After that I realized that I am straight after all…I think of guys more than I think of girls because, a guy sounds better than a girl. I don’t think I would EVER be able to be with a girl. It would be so weird.
Now I have to get ready for the rest of my classes AND rehearsal right after that. Make sure you analyze my poems properly and send the responses to me. I will grade you later.
Right now, my clothes stink of the chemicals in the darkroom (and I kind of love it). Today I set up the darkroom by myself! I am SURE it doesn’t sound too big of a deal to some people, but to me, it is. Whenever I am insecure about something, whenever I know I am not well-prepared for something, or just haven’t done it before, I doubt my judgement. So I think I looked 4 times at that little piece of paper just to make sure I don’t waste chemicals, by mixing it the wrong way, not to mention, waste my precious paper when trying to make prints! But I got it right, and I also made 4 new beautiful prints!
I love the darkroom. So much that I want one in my future house. I especially love the darkroom where you load your roll of film on a reel and then put in in a tank to develop it. It’s pitch black, you’re alone, and you practically depend on your touch sensors(is that how you call them?). I love it. Listening to music while you’re loading the film on the reel=5 minutes of bliss to me. (erm, it shouldn’t take 5 minutes to load a roll of film, but I deliberately make it this long).
hm, recently, I’ve been doubting my English skills. There are so many times when I am literally trying to find the words to speak to my friends. I have it in my head, I know what I’m supposed to say, yet words fail to come out. I hate making grammar errors, and always, always, always think not twice, but thrice before I say something in English for fear of being laughed at by English native speakers. Because I know they do. Because they think that all international students SHOULD know English at a native level. Bah, I’m sure not all of them are like that, but I’ve had some not so pleasant experiences with people like that, and I cannot put my feelings into words. Ok, let me try. It felt awful. I wanted the earth to swallow me right away….I also feel that I am boring when I talk. It’s because of me trying to find the words in my head, that I end up repeating the same thing again, or using stupid words like “like”, “you know” etc just to buy some time to figure out what I’m supposed to say next. It’s frustrating because I’ve been learning English since kindergarden and I don’t think it’s normal for someone like me to act like this now. I can totally understand it when it happens in Japanese, since it’s a new language for me (well, not so new now…but in comparison to English, yeah, pretty much new). In class I am afraid of taking notes in Romanian, because this way my brain will switch to Romanian mode and I will practically lose the next few sentences…However, I realized I should start translating Japanese grammar to Romanian, since in English it has become sooooo confusing….Why am I having so many problems with English? It’s not normal…
Anyway, yesterday I went to a seminar at Amherst and while I was looking at the photographs presented, the idea for my final project for photography came to me and birds started to chirp, the heavens opened and the gods gave me their blessing….It will be all about people and what they think it’s strange at other people. Soooo excited about it! I already have some shots in my head, well, the concept, and now I need to ask people in my class to model for me. I hope they say yes. I really do.
Holy shin! I think I need 2 more alarm clocks! It looks like 2 aren’t enough to wake me up. Last night I stayed up till 2 am to help my friend with her Japanese composition, and do mine, and do my Chemistry homework. And then, I didn’t wake up in time for my classes. And I worked soooooo hard for them. However, I managed to drop off my work at their offices. le sigh. It’s getting harder and harder to wake up, and I am seriously considering buying 2 more alarm clocks. If not 3.
HOLY MOTHER OF BURGERS
So many things happened these past days. Please make yourself comfy.
First off, there was a real fire alarm in Ham/MacG Wed night. WTF. I went to bed at 1 cause I wanted to study for my Japanese test on Th, and my lovely roomie was off with some random guy that I have not yet given my blessing to date her wtf. SO. I finally was able to fall asleep (in case you didn’t know, I’m a special insomniac) and the bloody alarm decides it’s time to bug the shit out of me. I tell you, if the alarm were a person, I’d beat seven shades of shit out of her (kudos to you if you know where that quote comes from). I swear to you, it felt like a war zone. the crazy “shit shit who the fuck is shooting us” was in my head and I didn’t really understand what was going on, didn’t see my roomie anywhere, thought it was the middle of the day (which was obviously wrong, but I didn’t give a crap about it), heard some noise on the hallway, realized that it was a fucking shitty night, grabbed shoes and a sweater and headed out the door to join the herd. IT WAS FUCKING ANNOYING WTF standing out there in the cold, not knowing wtf happened, then hearing that there’s smoke coming out of fucking Ham which I absofuckinlutely HATE, and then seeing people smoking a few feet away from me. wtf. I wanted one too. And the cause was epically pathetic. A steam leak on the 5th floor. wtf people. get a fucking life.
BUT wait. there’s more.
I didn’t wake up in time for ANY of my classes on Th. And my roomie (who came back around 8 ) thought I had no class and let me sleep. Fuck. I studied my ass for the fucking Japanese quiz, and I didn’t even take it. wtf. oh well, I contacted my senseis and told them a big fat lie and asked them if I could take the test the next day. which was totally fine with them. Hokay, so since that was settled (I didn’t really care for the other class, comp sci pshh lah wtf) I took a shower, got dressed and started my Japanese composition due the following day. At 4 my roomie calls me to tell me she wants me to bring her suitcase to the bridge so she can gtfo of here (she went to Florida the sucker) and I help her because I am THAT kind hearted. After 30 minutes, she sends me a text asking me if her debit card is in her pencil case. WTF?? I looked for it like a murderer looks for victims but couldn’t find it. THEN she texts me back saying j/k lah, have it. fucking shit man, don’t do that to me again. you phail at life.
there’s more on Th but the paragraph is too fucking long that I am starting a new one. SO, as I was saying, I was doing my composition on traveling. It gets close to dinner, I call a bunch of friends to ask if they wanna grab something to eat, but with no luck since they all sucked on Th. So I ended up eating alone, which is terrible, since I never eat alone. Except in the morning. You wouldn’t want me next to you in the morning. Oh well, I accept my sad fate and proceed back to my room to finish my composition. around 8.17 pm I get a text saying that they are rehearsing in Pratt. wtf? I checked ella and I wasn’t called. so I called them back and asked wtf is going on? It seems they forgot to change the schedule on ella, so I was expected at 10 pm to rehearse. Also, no one told me that by rehearsal they meant, SONG rehearsal. fuck. I ate an ice cream at dinner. perfect for my voice. oh well, can’t do anything about it. After that I come back to my room, finish my composition around 12, and then do my orgo hw. I stayed up until 3.a.m. Speaking of composition, my sensei said she wants us to write between 400 and 800 characters, which means a page, but NO!, I had to write not 1, not 2, BUT 3 PAGES! wtf I couldn’t stop writing. I was so into it. Hope she won’t mind reading a little more…
On Fri I woke up early to take my test and hand in my composition and went to orgo. Friday really isn’t so important since I spent it all in my room doing crap shit nothing. I listened to a lot of music and realized that I need more Shiina Ringo in my life. Honnou is stuck in my head because I can totally relate to it. Plus, I can sing it pretty well wtf
BUT
today, I went out with 3 wonderful ladies, to the outlet mall. of course, a lot of money was spent. but it’s all in the past now. I still need stuff, but I got some pretty nice clothes and a pair of sandals. I think I will go to Vegas Night after all, Vegas Night being this skanky party hosted by my college where girls can hook up with boys or with girls or guys with guys or threesomes or foursomes and some more. You get the idea. oh and there’s also poker somewhere. Anyway wtf. And for this lovely event of the year, one must dress accordingly. Need to think about it a little more.
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