Remember the dude from last night? The one who insisted on sitting near me and reading and looking all stupid and chatting on the phone? I apparently am getting bad at my "leave me the crap alone" vibes, as he eventually decided to talk to me. I mean, the clear fact that I was so focused on my studying was lost on him. Every time he spoke I had to pause my music, take out my headphones (which i did with both hands for effect), and turn to say "beg pardon?", then respond, put my headphones in, turn on my music, and go back to my studies. Then, after about 30 seconds, he would do it again. I even glared every once in a while. How on earth did he not get it? When a friend came over and sat with me and I pointedly turned and talked to her, he finally apologized for having to go (huh?!?) and left.
I just wanted to share about mister get a clue.
stupid dude with the beret
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
"Hi Laura!"
I have a glass test tomorrow. A homework due in polymers Thursday. Oh, and the GRE on Friday. Yes, that's right. It's the most dreadful week of the semester so far. Thus, I have managed to find the time to blog (ie: procrastinate).
See, I have this problem. I don't like to get work done. At least not at the moment. I want anything other than to get work done. I would very much like to curl up in the corner until Friday. It's been a long week. It's Tuesday. Anyhoo... It's not that I can't handle the stress, I just don't want to handle the stress. I am currently camped out in the same spot at Spill the Beans that I've been in since 6:15. I had an entire 1/3 of the room to myself until about 30 seconds ago. Then some random dude presumed to occupy the armchair adjacent to my own sofa. He has begun to read The Odyssey, so he will probably be there for a while. As long as he stops muttering to himself, I will let him live. I won't be happy about his presence though. This is MY corner. It's like natural order. Nobody takes the chair closest to a stranger. They choose the chair at the empty table until there are no other options. Then they choose the loneliest looking person, NOT the most "leave me the heck alone" person. But then again, a normal person would not bleach their soul patch and wear a beret.
Thursday, I am going home after my field trip to sleep in my own bed. Must remember to pack pajamas. I always forget that part. GRE at noon on Friday, then back to Clemson for the rodeo. Saturday is my last home game. How sad is that?
Okay, so Mister "I'm all intellectual and crap" definitely picked the wrong place to be all learned. This is definitely not a town where poets run the coffee shops and OH GOOD GRIEF ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!? Mister dude just got up and moved to the only seat closer to me without being on the sofa with me. Thank goodness I spread out. Gosh. Anyway, he picked the wrong town. He also picked the wrong night to be anywhere near me.
And his hat is stupid.
At least I got a free smoothie. Raspberry and strawberry. Yum.
I have a glass test tomorrow. A homework due in polymers Thursday. Oh, and the GRE on Friday. Yes, that's right. It's the most dreadful week of the semester so far. Thus, I have managed to find the time to blog (ie: procrastinate).
See, I have this problem. I don't like to get work done. At least not at the moment. I want anything other than to get work done. I would very much like to curl up in the corner until Friday. It's been a long week. It's Tuesday. Anyhoo... It's not that I can't handle the stress, I just don't want to handle the stress. I am currently camped out in the same spot at Spill the Beans that I've been in since 6:15. I had an entire 1/3 of the room to myself until about 30 seconds ago. Then some random dude presumed to occupy the armchair adjacent to my own sofa. He has begun to read The Odyssey, so he will probably be there for a while. As long as he stops muttering to himself, I will let him live. I won't be happy about his presence though. This is MY corner. It's like natural order. Nobody takes the chair closest to a stranger. They choose the chair at the empty table until there are no other options. Then they choose the loneliest looking person, NOT the most "leave me the heck alone" person. But then again, a normal person would not bleach their soul patch and wear a beret.
Thursday, I am going home after my field trip to sleep in my own bed. Must remember to pack pajamas. I always forget that part. GRE at noon on Friday, then back to Clemson for the rodeo. Saturday is my last home game. How sad is that?
Okay, so Mister "I'm all intellectual and crap" definitely picked the wrong place to be all learned. This is definitely not a town where poets run the coffee shops and OH GOOD GRIEF ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!? Mister dude just got up and moved to the only seat closer to me without being on the sofa with me. Thank goodness I spread out. Gosh. Anyway, he picked the wrong town. He also picked the wrong night to be anywhere near me.
And his hat is stupid.
At least I got a free smoothie. Raspberry and strawberry. Yum.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
I am eventually going to get caught up from the semester so far. Or maybe not. Maybe I'll do it tomorrow. After the dishes and before I pack. Yeah...I'll do it tomorrow (watch me. It'll be November before I get around to it...)! But, as my few readers (all two or three of you or however many there are) know, my life is best told in pictures. So, here is a nice one to tide you over until I write something. This is the "my hair is taking over and I can't stop it but at least I can take a picture" shot.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)