Intrusions
Mar. 13th, 2003 01:29 pmThe past two days have sucked. You heard me. Downright S-U-C-K-E-D. *sigh* And, not to simply "place blame elsewhere," but most of what happened was just a whole crapload of incidentals-- accidents, as you know them by-- all happening at once. As if I want to recall all the gruesome details...
For starters, I slept in much later than I should have. I knew -when my Mom left work at 7:00am- that I had a lot to do. Get fish food. Get milk. Work on Portfolio for Gilmore's class. Play some Star Ocean. Eat a good breakfast. Practice songs for choir concert. Study for Thompson's "Canterbury Tales" test. Record "Angel." Go to Anime FX. Now, the joyous recap of the ACTUAL events...
I woke up around 11:30. I made French Toast (correction: "Freedom" Toast!) and sat in front of the TV... playing Star Ocean. I refused to get beaten by those damned Lesserdevils again (which always gang up on you, sometimes with those Weirdgoats or Warlocks) so I didn't run away from any battles-- and while leveling up for the Fun City Survival Battle (which I played twice, died both times with Weirdavia-- but both times I actually lasted longer than before) I died... again. Fuck the stupid puzzle, if I can't beat the monsters, I don't deserve to go against the Dreamshades! @_@ GAH! Okay, but on to somewhat more important things-- dying made me realize I had other things to do, things that I could have done, more productive activities, than playing video games. Like that portfolio due in 2nd period...? yeah, so I was working on that, and once I finished with the Table of Contents, I realize: a) I have no blank paper, only the double-sided, formerly-stapled kind my mom brings from work in the shitloads; b) my printer wasn't working in the first place; even if I emailed myself the necessary files and downloaded it at school the next morning, where would I do it?
I never did get the chapter reviews done. And that will hurt my grade, I'm sure. Gilmore is such a prick about the littlest things-- maybe she'll say my ToC (I couldn't print the nice one) is too messy and/or out of order... or maybe she'll say she can't accept incomplete work. *sigh* SUCKY SUCKY SUCKY.
Here I insert that I'd tried to put my contacts on this morning-- my right one, and something happened, something got into my eye... and my eye wouldn't stop watering, itching, turning red... and it still sort of is. In the Panoramic picture, the wind was blowing, my hair kept getting in my eyes, and everything just hurt. I was afraid that, despite everyone's faces being so small in the Panoramic, with me wearing a bright red shirt and lipstick, my eyes would inflame in the picture too, and it'd look like someone socked me in the face. Oh well, at least I was smiling. I sat with Rochelle, Harry, Kripa, Katia, Eva, Crystal, and Evie. Sadly, Leanne was behind us... *shudder* Turns out that Rochelle is rooming (for Anaheim) with the other nice girl in my homeroom, Alicia, one of the best singers in the city, who I thought was my only other option besides Michelle Bates for Anaheim. *sigh* I don't want to get stuck with Leanne or some pothead or something. GAWD, anything but...
Okay, now the real badness didn't truly start till I went to FX with Joe. Doors kept slamming on my face, one thing or another hit my toe, squished my arm... worse, my hip had been hurting all day, and it was getting painful to walk. For the most part, people didn't seem to give a damn at all... besides, what could they have done? The worst part of the evening had to be when I was making an observation about the Melty candy Jimbo gave me-- I was like "Gee, this is HARD" (it was, it felt like a rock) and Gilbert, the fixture of rude, intrusions on all that is NOT his business, decides to grope in front of me and try grabbing it. He's done this before-- when I had McDonalds, he kept pestering me about the contents of my bag; whenever we have break, he always follows me if I don't run or dash off with someone else... he's always touching me, but when he literally GRABBED ME, I freaked out. I mean, he practically glomped my chest, and I've never felt so incredibly violated, disgusted, angry, and upset all at once. I kept repeating to him to "back off," but he just didn't get it-- so I kept scooting away. I had the chills, the shivers, the heebie-jeebies, goosebumps-- any and all of the above, all at once. When breaktime came and I was getting stuff from the Library, he kept trailing me; he said something about being sorry, but not for grabbing my chest, but for trying to snatch my candy, and for not minding his own business (he always interrupts). Something to that effect. I'm hereby instigating a personal bubble here. There's a reason why I hate it when people get too touchy-feely with me, even people I know. There, is a classic case example.
Icing on the cake for the night had to be getting home late. I had the farfetched hope that by getting a ride with Joe, I could get home EARLIER than I would by taking the bus. WRONG! Jimbo, Cris, and Richie were all in the car, so not only was I horribly squished and in pain, but stuck being dropped off LAST out of the San Francisco bunch. We ended up going to Mel's, which was totally unplanned for me. Joe was, as usual, nice enough to treat me to a berry pie and some strange throat-burning concotion called an Orange Freeze, but I still feel bad about it, especially after that pricey Cheesecake Factory dinner. *sigh* I got home WAY after midnight, feeling upset because the sugar made me hyper, I missed the songs I paid for on Mel's jukebox, Cris was being sort of insulting (I did sort of chew on his sweater though... gaaah!! ^^;;) and the night ended with me wanting to be anywhere but with a bunch of guys in a cramped car. I hate it when Jimmy gets mad at me too, because he really does scare me. I mean seriously. I hate being afraid, I hate being cowardly, but I'm so used to pulling inside myself when I don't like situations. Blah.
I saw Nurse Kitchell today, and she helped me with my eye some, though she kept trying to pull open my eyelid, which made the whole twitching worse. I have to see her again soon; my eye's still bothering me. But I have to go to the SFSU math course, or I'll be kicked out; I have to go to Media Academy or I won't get my check. Then there's the concert. *sigh* I just hope everything goes well tonight. Please Goddess, let everything go well tonight.
Math we had the assessment-- and I actually thought I understood it, but I was kind of lost on the first one. I managed to get past it with Mrs. K's help... then I got stuck on the 3rd one, which involved water hyacinths on a pond appearing exponentially as the days went by. I had to derive the particular equation, probably with logarithms and natural logs, but I did something weird and I think I got it another way. But I'd nearly forgtten about it altogether because I'd gone and gotten my lunch late, gone to the anime club meeting, hoping to see more of Ghost in the Shell. So much for that idea. I went to take the rest of the assessment I hadn't finished in class, but it took longer than I thought. So I couldn't eat during lunch, and since Thompson is a prick, not then either. I was grumpy and hungry in 6th when Cassie came in.
Yep, that's it. I don't know why this was cut off earlier. Phoo.
For starters, I slept in much later than I should have. I knew -when my Mom left work at 7:00am- that I had a lot to do. Get fish food. Get milk. Work on Portfolio for Gilmore's class. Play some Star Ocean. Eat a good breakfast. Practice songs for choir concert. Study for Thompson's "Canterbury Tales" test. Record "Angel." Go to Anime FX. Now, the joyous recap of the ACTUAL events...
I woke up around 11:30. I made French Toast (correction: "Freedom" Toast!) and sat in front of the TV... playing Star Ocean. I refused to get beaten by those damned Lesserdevils again (which always gang up on you, sometimes with those Weirdgoats or Warlocks) so I didn't run away from any battles-- and while leveling up for the Fun City Survival Battle (which I played twice, died both times with Weirdavia-- but both times I actually lasted longer than before) I died... again. Fuck the stupid puzzle, if I can't beat the monsters, I don't deserve to go against the Dreamshades! @_@ GAH! Okay, but on to somewhat more important things-- dying made me realize I had other things to do, things that I could have done, more productive activities, than playing video games. Like that portfolio due in 2nd period...? yeah, so I was working on that, and once I finished with the Table of Contents, I realize: a) I have no blank paper, only the double-sided, formerly-stapled kind my mom brings from work in the shitloads; b) my printer wasn't working in the first place; even if I emailed myself the necessary files and downloaded it at school the next morning, where would I do it?
I never did get the chapter reviews done. And that will hurt my grade, I'm sure. Gilmore is such a prick about the littlest things-- maybe she'll say my ToC (I couldn't print the nice one) is too messy and/or out of order... or maybe she'll say she can't accept incomplete work. *sigh* SUCKY SUCKY SUCKY.
Here I insert that I'd tried to put my contacts on this morning-- my right one, and something happened, something got into my eye... and my eye wouldn't stop watering, itching, turning red... and it still sort of is. In the Panoramic picture, the wind was blowing, my hair kept getting in my eyes, and everything just hurt. I was afraid that, despite everyone's faces being so small in the Panoramic, with me wearing a bright red shirt and lipstick, my eyes would inflame in the picture too, and it'd look like someone socked me in the face. Oh well, at least I was smiling. I sat with Rochelle, Harry, Kripa, Katia, Eva, Crystal, and Evie. Sadly, Leanne was behind us... *shudder* Turns out that Rochelle is rooming (for Anaheim) with the other nice girl in my homeroom, Alicia, one of the best singers in the city, who I thought was my only other option besides Michelle Bates for Anaheim. *sigh* I don't want to get stuck with Leanne or some pothead or something. GAWD, anything but...
Okay, now the real badness didn't truly start till I went to FX with Joe. Doors kept slamming on my face, one thing or another hit my toe, squished my arm... worse, my hip had been hurting all day, and it was getting painful to walk. For the most part, people didn't seem to give a damn at all... besides, what could they have done? The worst part of the evening had to be when I was making an observation about the Melty candy Jimbo gave me-- I was like "Gee, this is HARD" (it was, it felt like a rock) and Gilbert, the fixture of rude, intrusions on all that is NOT his business, decides to grope in front of me and try grabbing it. He's done this before-- when I had McDonalds, he kept pestering me about the contents of my bag; whenever we have break, he always follows me if I don't run or dash off with someone else... he's always touching me, but when he literally GRABBED ME, I freaked out. I mean, he practically glomped my chest, and I've never felt so incredibly violated, disgusted, angry, and upset all at once. I kept repeating to him to "back off," but he just didn't get it-- so I kept scooting away. I had the chills, the shivers, the heebie-jeebies, goosebumps-- any and all of the above, all at once. When breaktime came and I was getting stuff from the Library, he kept trailing me; he said something about being sorry, but not for grabbing my chest, but for trying to snatch my candy, and for not minding his own business (he always interrupts). Something to that effect. I'm hereby instigating a personal bubble here. There's a reason why I hate it when people get too touchy-feely with me, even people I know. There, is a classic case example.
Icing on the cake for the night had to be getting home late. I had the farfetched hope that by getting a ride with Joe, I could get home EARLIER than I would by taking the bus. WRONG! Jimbo, Cris, and Richie were all in the car, so not only was I horribly squished and in pain, but stuck being dropped off LAST out of the San Francisco bunch. We ended up going to Mel's, which was totally unplanned for me. Joe was, as usual, nice enough to treat me to a berry pie and some strange throat-burning concotion called an Orange Freeze, but I still feel bad about it, especially after that pricey Cheesecake Factory dinner. *sigh* I got home WAY after midnight, feeling upset because the sugar made me hyper, I missed the songs I paid for on Mel's jukebox, Cris was being sort of insulting (I did sort of chew on his sweater though... gaaah!! ^^;;) and the night ended with me wanting to be anywhere but with a bunch of guys in a cramped car. I hate it when Jimmy gets mad at me too, because he really does scare me. I mean seriously. I hate being afraid, I hate being cowardly, but I'm so used to pulling inside myself when I don't like situations. Blah.
I saw Nurse Kitchell today, and she helped me with my eye some, though she kept trying to pull open my eyelid, which made the whole twitching worse. I have to see her again soon; my eye's still bothering me. But I have to go to the SFSU math course, or I'll be kicked out; I have to go to Media Academy or I won't get my check. Then there's the concert. *sigh* I just hope everything goes well tonight. Please Goddess, let everything go well tonight.
Math we had the assessment-- and I actually thought I understood it, but I was kind of lost on the first one. I managed to get past it with Mrs. K's help... then I got stuck on the 3rd one, which involved water hyacinths on a pond appearing exponentially as the days went by. I had to derive the particular equation, probably with logarithms and natural logs, but I did something weird and I think I got it another way. But I'd nearly forgtten about it altogether because I'd gone and gotten my lunch late, gone to the anime club meeting, hoping to see more of Ghost in the Shell. So much for that idea. I went to take the rest of the assessment I hadn't finished in class, but it took longer than I thought. So I couldn't eat during lunch, and since Thompson is a prick, not then either. I was grumpy and hungry in 6th when Cassie came in.
Yep, that's it. I don't know why this was cut off earlier. Phoo.