Le face-desk

I am officially fed up with my study buddy.  I was starting to get annoyed with him when he started inviting me to do things outside of studying; I politely turned him down each time.  Studying with him is great because we can get a lot of stuff done, but I have absolutely no interest in spending time with him outside of doing homework/studying.  I actually thought he was gay at the beginning, but then he started him awkward-flirty/infer-that-he-is-not-gay thing.  And he is sooo awkward.

I was willing to put up with a little bit of awkwardness, but today he apologized for a text message he thought that I had seen in which his "crazy ex-girlfriend" was angry at him for studying with me and calling me nasty names.  What?  Seriously people.  Seriously.  Anyways... drama I don't need; I need to break up with my study buddy.  How does one go about doing that?  A text message that cuts right to the point?  Probably makes the most sense because we expect to study together or see each other at least once a day.  

For real.

Power Outage!

That's right! my power went out just around a half an hour ago, and along with it, my internet.  So here I am, writing my blogpost from Caribou in Knollwood Mall.  Now that I've finished all of the homework I needed to get done that requires the internet (as soon as I've finished this post that is), I have no reason to stay here in this lovely coffee shop because in my rush to get out of my dark house and to the internet, I forgot my laptop charger.  I'll be ok for a little while, my power is at 55%, but I still have a lab report to finish tonight. I was hoping to charge my laptop while I was here so I could go back to my dark home with a fully charged computer to finish my report with, but I guess that that's not going to happen. I would run back to my house and pick up the charger, but this place closes in 40 minutes, so there's hardly any point in doing that.  Which reminds me, I think that I saw the cause of this chaos on my way over here; five police cars were starting to block off part of the road where there appeared to be one of those cherry picker/power line trucks.  Maybe it was a downed line from all of the wind, and oh my god is it windy.  


Funny that this blog involves a minor domestic disaster, just as the last one did.  Maybe that'll be the new theme for this blog.  


Any ways, i'm thinking that I'm going to have to get to campus early to get this lab done.  Yippee. 


Now I should write a little about what I had originally meant to blog about; the fact that I need mace.  Pepper spray actually,  but mace has such a better ring to it.  Apparently pepper spray is the  better choice when it comes to defensive sprays, but Target doesn't sell either one of 'em.  


Now you may be wondering why I need pepper spray, and the answer is because I get creeped on a lot.  More specifically, I got creeped on on Friday on my bus ride home.  What happened was that I got on the bus and then this guy started motioning/grunting for me to sit next to him (ok, maybe grunting isn't the most accurate word because I had my headphones on, but you get the point). I said no of course (in a blunt and dismissing manner) and went to the seat in the back of the bus where I normally sit.  All of that would have been creepy, but not that creepy.  What really ticked me off was that he kept looking back at me (with the way the buses are set up, this actually takes quite a bit of effort).  I avoided eye contact/ looking in his direction at all the first few times he did this, and got really lucky when a woman sat in the seat in front of me; I hid my face behind her head (she even took out a newspaper, how lucky was I?) but was still able to see his body turning to try and look at me.  


Some people reading this might think that I'm making a big deal out of nothing here.  I probably didn't get how creepy this bus ride was well enough.  But I've been creeped on /seen friends get creeped  on enough by now to know that from here on out I'm going to want pepper spray for now on if I'm going to ride the bus.  


Ta-ta for now.  Hopefully I'll have some really awesome news for my next blog post, but it doesn't seem promising.

Blog Time

Had a physics test this morning, and I think that I might have rocked it - and by rocking it I mean passing. So I had a congratulatory Panda Buffet meal which has left me feeling sick.  Yuck.  Any ways, I guys I should inform the Internet/universe of the happening of my last week, because everyone is just dying to know.  But even if you aren't, here it goes.

Last weekend my seventeen year old brother flushed something down the toilet.  He will claim otherwise, but we have good reason to believe that it was in fact him flushing something down the toilet, intentionally or not, that caused all of the toilets to back up and flood the bathrooms with piss water.  Long story short,  my dad and my brother spent the entirety of Saturday breaking our plumbing system into order to fit our plumbing system. I'm talking about sledge hammering lead pipes and crap like that. 

Anyways, they never did find the mystery object, which escaped into the public sewer after after being pursued by my father for hours.  According to my dad, the object was reflective.  He figured this out by standing on the roof.  Ha ok, he figured this out by standing on the roof and looking down the whole that some how relates to the plumbing... I not entirely sure how to explain this one, but my dad was on top of the roof and fixing our plumbing at the same time last Saturday.  The rest is a mystery to me. 

And back to blaming my brother for all of this; both of my parents are in agreement that we was incredibly relieved that the object was not recovered.  So now I'm left to imagine what the object could have possibly been... Was it drug related?  That is where my mind went immediately. Or, was it something he stole? I'm not aware that my seventeen year old brother does either of those things. 

N.E.WAYS.

If you have any observation skills at all, you have probably noticed a little ad in the upper right hand corner of this blog. Click it.  I want to see how much money I can make if someone clicks it.  I want to see if google will send me a check in the mail for a penny.  I'm just curious. 


Alright, have a good weekend all.I'm going to curl up in a ball in the library til my stomach chills out and then find a bus home.

As if I wasn't vain enough... now I have a blog

About the title:  I was thinking about this blog... and how it totally allows my totally vain self to be ever vainer than I already am.  Scary thought that one- being more vain than I already am.

Today's topic is my lunatic mother and her lunacy.  Love her.  But I'm starting to realize that living with her now won't be nearly as easy as living with her in high school was.  And I guess things would be easier if I were doing better in school too. But O how she can ruin my day before it has even begun; on Friday, I decided to sleep in for an hour instead of going to campus early, and while I was trying to get some extra sleep in she came into my room and started telling me that she had been thinking about how I was having a hard time concentrating while studying and asking me if there was "something going on?"  Gawd let me sleep.  It totally made me grumpy all day.  A few months ago, I was telling her about how I was worried for one of my friends that had been driven out of her house by her family because she came out to them as a lesbian. Then she asked me if I was going to come out to her as a lesbian.  GAWD.   No.  Urg.  Her most recent attempt to explain why I'm struggling in school is that I might have ADD.  This is actually a reasonable thing to say because both my dad and my brother have ADD/ADHD.  But even if I do have ADD, I've been able to manage it fine enough all these years (ok, not in the past year or so, but whatever), just have to get back into the habit of... doing nothing but studying. Ever.  Homework will just have to become my new best friend.

Ah this sounds like the crap that other people went through in high school... ok I know it's not that bad, but she seems to believe that there's something wrong with me, which makes her not a very good person to live with. (O yeah, so I guess that saying things like "are you going to come with?" and ending sentences with the word with is a midwestern thing... yes? no? ...with?)

O! Update! She just came into my room and apologized for being all up in my business! About the studying that is.  She can't complain if she's not paying!  That's one step in the right direction at least.