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*sigh* If ever there's a reason to be pessimistic about the world, it's because of the sad excuse for many of the people living in it. Don't get me wrong, I'm far from perfect and all, but there are some cases of people still walking around that will one day make the Darwin books. I swear.
There's Brenda, in my choir. She gives me a new reason to hate her every day, but in a great contrast to the rest of my involvement in classes, I'm quiet as a mouse in choir. Ironic, of course, since it's a singing class, but that's not what I meant. I mean I don't talk to anyone in there, nor do I gossip or chew gum or text message people on my cell. Like THEY do. In every high school clique novel or sitcom, there's a group of giggly, self-absorbed girls who make it their personal mission to make others' lives miserable. Only here at GWHS, they're not tall, perfect blondes, they're short bimbo-y girls. I can't call them FOBs or HKs 'cause, shockingly, they're not. They're just annoying as hell. Honestly, Brenda SQUAWKS when she sings. Always mispronouncing words we've gone over a million and one times, coming in or fading out (or cresendoing, or changing the dynamic level) at the wrong part-- I hate standing near her. She makes all mezzo sopranos look bad. ;_; But today really pissed me off, because she and some of the other girls (Joyce? Nancy? Whatever, I thought she was nice until today) were gossiping about Michelle An (who is SO nice!) right behind her (literally!) It made me upset that they were sinking to such a level-- not only during class time, but at all. It's so pathetic, and I'm pretty sure Michelle knew that they were talking about her. *sigh* Such bitches. No one deserves to be gossiped about by wannabe-seagull juniors.
Yesterday wasn't all that peachy either. Joe was fantastically nice to me throughout, so I have to kiss his toes for that-- he gave me a bouquet of pink roses (for no reason! ^///^) and everything, not minding that I was acting nuts since I was just waking up and Mom was going whacko on the computer, trying to buy something we didn't need just yet. (We *need* some kind of anti-virus, that's true, but one that won't fcuk up the computer or anything like the others did) Anyway, all the nastiness started at FX. I didn't mind the pizza promised by ANIMeigo (I think...) being pepperoni and cold-- I wasn't that hungry anyway. But I was sitting enjoying myself, watching "I want to use magic! Someday's Dreamers" and the Cowboy Bebop Movie... and right at the end, Jimbo comes up acting like he's president or god or whatnot, yelling at me for being loud! I didn't talk during the movie! I spent more time drawing surfer girls! Admittedly, I squeaked when parts were scary, cried when Spike got shot, and laughed when Ein and Ed did something funny, but I was never LOUD! I've embarassed myself enough at the movies or at screenings; I've learned my lesson. -.- To be blunt, it wasn't me at ALL! Claudine tends to be a little... "over-enthusiastic," shall we say, about stuff shown at FX. But plenty of people (not just the ones on the right side of the room) were making noises during the screening.
[CONTINUED FROM 3rd PERIOD] I was so tempted to take that huge, full can of garage paint sitting out in the hallway next to the water fountain. I could have pried the lid off with my screwdriver or keys, waltzed in there and just poured it on Jimmy's head. It would have given me a lot of (temporary) self-satisfaction to do it too, but then guess what? I would have been just as immature as him. After all, not only did he bring it up AFTER THE FACT (when you can't change anything, so what's the point?) but he was ragging solely on me, when it was damn apparent (after all, Vince and Marc were both sitting next to me, and they didn't complain at all!) I wasn't the only one whispering and/or "eek"ing every now and then. I was calm at first, but I told him to shut the fuck up, because Jimmy does this every week. If everyone in our group has some sort of secret hobby or talent or whatever, his is torturing me, hurting my feelings, and just generally pissing me off. It's a big puzzle to me why too, since I never do anything to him (directly or otherwise) to provoke him into treating me like such shit. Maybe this is a leap and a half, but I always thought we USED to be friends. I can't understand what changed, or why, when he has a problem with me or the way I act, he can't be a little bit more polite or quiet about it, instead of causing a damned ruckus and making a big deal about it.
Once he was done railing at me and stomped off, I was getting ready to up and leave. I'd been hoping to go see some AMVs, but I guess that wasn't in the schedule, what with the movie and everything. I thought we ended kinda early though (don't we normally end at 11?) and I was just itching to do something else. Joe finally came over and talked to me some -not about anything that'd just happened, since I didn't want to drag him into it, but he's a great listener, so he let me rant. We ended up leaving pretty quickly-- I was sick of hearing Jimmy loudly complain when it didn't matter at all anymore, and he was being so damn immature about it. You don't hear people bitching about noisy kids in movies ten minutes after it's over! You move on! For pete's sake, when I left the room, Jimmy "not so softly" shouted, "Running away, are you?" as if we were in some sort of honorable duel. Pfuit! What a load of horsephoo! I'm just ranting now- and to be perfectly honest, I've got a serene expression on my face like no other. I'm just retelling events from my point of view, I'm not waxing about it or asking people to "join my side in the great Jimbo debate!" I've got better things to do with my time. End of story.
Ho-hum... it was nice not having to wait up for the usual crew of moochers who try to snake a ride with Joe every time he comes to the meetings with me. I still feel really bad about him having to spend so much gas money to come out and pick me up before the meetings, drop me off and then go to his classes. He's only at the meeting for an hour or two, and if you count the time before and after, when he's at my house, it doesn't add up to much. ;_; But gas prices are way up these days, so I feel really guilty... especially when we're not so inconspicuous about the fact that we drove there, so there's always someone following us back to the parking garage and trying to get a ride. People were fine before he got a car -so I was I, except when it was raining- so why do they need to keep following us now? Feh. It doesn't matter, we were alone anyway, and that made me happy. We went to McDonalds (or should I say WacDonarudozu?) and it was still open, just like I'd said... but it looked like they were about to close, since there were only about four workers still there, two or three people eating... The unnerving part was how there was this huge can that looked like a toxic waste bucker sitting right next to the french fry area. It was all rusty and icky smelling on the inside too, and they were spraying it with something that looked like melted Crisco. @_@; GROSS!
We went back to my house and I watched a bit of the episode of Angel that I'd recorded... gah, the rumors are true! Under-the-influence-of-evil Cordy gave birth to the full-grown demoness Jasmine! Well, her name wasn't mentioned, but still... with the way Connor and Angel immediately started bowing to her, you just know. I liked Darla's part in the whole episode, though it was somewhat hard to believe she was cheering for good. Still, she did stake herself to save Connor and everything, and his soul's influence on her while she was in labor made her "good," to a certain extent. So I guess it makes sense that she was all wearing white and trying to get Connor to be good. But Cordy pisses me off more and more. And that whole "woman he loves" thing that Lorne kept bringing up about Angel? NO NO NO NO NO! GAWD, NOT CORDY! It's so ridiculous! I like the Connor/Cordy pairing much more, but personally I've always been for Cordy on her own. She grows up so much more that way. The episode did have some interesting revelations... like about Skip being a lackey of the Beastmaster (The fights with him and Angel, as well as the rest of Angel Investigations were quite thrilling!). It sucks, I always liked Skip... *sniff* But blech, they better do something good with the rest of Angel, or it's going pfuit as Buffy draws to a close.
I'm tempted to make a survey right about now... I've had a series of questions floating around in my head. But I want to get back to borrowing the Initial D manga Gina lent me at lunch. When I lost a duel to a guy I don't know. (Stupid Jinzo!) When I ate a tuna fish sandwich for the first time in many months. When Gina not-so-gently reminded me of the missed chance to have a candy sale to make money for what will be a dying club by the end of the year. *sigh* As if anyone takes care of the GWHS anime club anyway. I wanted it to be so much better, and I failed miserably. Screw what everyone else says, I am not a leader.
I finished the last "Princess" book. It made me all giggly and tingly and everything-- such a wonderful series, and I wish there were more. I'm going to check and see if there's any fanfiction of it at FFnet... or maybe I'll just move onto reading the rest of the Meg Cabot books. =D
Despite having two cans of coke and sleeping during 4th period, I'm still kinda tired, and quite achey. After my math tutorial today, I think I'll go home and SLEEP. Do the dishes, wake up, go to FX again, pray things will go well. Maybe I should chant some kind of manta to make me as reticent as Bunta. *smirk* People would be freaked out by that, I'm sure.
There's Brenda, in my choir. She gives me a new reason to hate her every day, but in a great contrast to the rest of my involvement in classes, I'm quiet as a mouse in choir. Ironic, of course, since it's a singing class, but that's not what I meant. I mean I don't talk to anyone in there, nor do I gossip or chew gum or text message people on my cell. Like THEY do. In every high school clique novel or sitcom, there's a group of giggly, self-absorbed girls who make it their personal mission to make others' lives miserable. Only here at GWHS, they're not tall, perfect blondes, they're short bimbo-y girls. I can't call them FOBs or HKs 'cause, shockingly, they're not. They're just annoying as hell. Honestly, Brenda SQUAWKS when she sings. Always mispronouncing words we've gone over a million and one times, coming in or fading out (or cresendoing, or changing the dynamic level) at the wrong part-- I hate standing near her. She makes all mezzo sopranos look bad. ;_; But today really pissed me off, because she and some of the other girls (Joyce? Nancy? Whatever, I thought she was nice until today) were gossiping about Michelle An (who is SO nice!) right behind her (literally!) It made me upset that they were sinking to such a level-- not only during class time, but at all. It's so pathetic, and I'm pretty sure Michelle knew that they were talking about her. *sigh* Such bitches. No one deserves to be gossiped about by wannabe-seagull juniors.
Yesterday wasn't all that peachy either. Joe was fantastically nice to me throughout, so I have to kiss his toes for that-- he gave me a bouquet of pink roses (for no reason! ^///^) and everything, not minding that I was acting nuts since I was just waking up and Mom was going whacko on the computer, trying to buy something we didn't need just yet. (We *need* some kind of anti-virus, that's true, but one that won't fcuk up the computer or anything like the others did) Anyway, all the nastiness started at FX. I didn't mind the pizza promised by ANIMeigo (I think...) being pepperoni and cold-- I wasn't that hungry anyway. But I was sitting enjoying myself, watching "I want to use magic! Someday's Dreamers" and the Cowboy Bebop Movie... and right at the end, Jimbo comes up acting like he's president or god or whatnot, yelling at me for being loud! I didn't talk during the movie! I spent more time drawing surfer girls! Admittedly, I squeaked when parts were scary, cried when Spike got shot, and laughed when Ein and Ed did something funny, but I was never LOUD! I've embarassed myself enough at the movies or at screenings; I've learned my lesson. -.- To be blunt, it wasn't me at ALL! Claudine tends to be a little... "over-enthusiastic," shall we say, about stuff shown at FX. But plenty of people (not just the ones on the right side of the room) were making noises during the screening.
[CONTINUED FROM 3rd PERIOD] I was so tempted to take that huge, full can of garage paint sitting out in the hallway next to the water fountain. I could have pried the lid off with my screwdriver or keys, waltzed in there and just poured it on Jimmy's head. It would have given me a lot of (temporary) self-satisfaction to do it too, but then guess what? I would have been just as immature as him. After all, not only did he bring it up AFTER THE FACT (when you can't change anything, so what's the point?) but he was ragging solely on me, when it was damn apparent (after all, Vince and Marc were both sitting next to me, and they didn't complain at all!) I wasn't the only one whispering and/or "eek"ing every now and then. I was calm at first, but I told him to shut the fuck up, because Jimmy does this every week. If everyone in our group has some sort of secret hobby or talent or whatever, his is torturing me, hurting my feelings, and just generally pissing me off. It's a big puzzle to me why too, since I never do anything to him (directly or otherwise) to provoke him into treating me like such shit. Maybe this is a leap and a half, but I always thought we USED to be friends. I can't understand what changed, or why, when he has a problem with me or the way I act, he can't be a little bit more polite or quiet about it, instead of causing a damned ruckus and making a big deal about it.
Once he was done railing at me and stomped off, I was getting ready to up and leave. I'd been hoping to go see some AMVs, but I guess that wasn't in the schedule, what with the movie and everything. I thought we ended kinda early though (don't we normally end at 11?) and I was just itching to do something else. Joe finally came over and talked to me some -not about anything that'd just happened, since I didn't want to drag him into it, but he's a great listener, so he let me rant. We ended up leaving pretty quickly-- I was sick of hearing Jimmy loudly complain when it didn't matter at all anymore, and he was being so damn immature about it. You don't hear people bitching about noisy kids in movies ten minutes after it's over! You move on! For pete's sake, when I left the room, Jimmy "not so softly" shouted, "Running away, are you?" as if we were in some sort of honorable duel. Pfuit! What a load of horsephoo! I'm just ranting now- and to be perfectly honest, I've got a serene expression on my face like no other. I'm just retelling events from my point of view, I'm not waxing about it or asking people to "join my side in the great Jimbo debate!" I've got better things to do with my time. End of story.
Ho-hum... it was nice not having to wait up for the usual crew of moochers who try to snake a ride with Joe every time he comes to the meetings with me. I still feel really bad about him having to spend so much gas money to come out and pick me up before the meetings, drop me off and then go to his classes. He's only at the meeting for an hour or two, and if you count the time before and after, when he's at my house, it doesn't add up to much. ;_; But gas prices are way up these days, so I feel really guilty... especially when we're not so inconspicuous about the fact that we drove there, so there's always someone following us back to the parking garage and trying to get a ride. People were fine before he got a car -so I was I, except when it was raining- so why do they need to keep following us now? Feh. It doesn't matter, we were alone anyway, and that made me happy. We went to McDonalds (or should I say WacDonarudozu?) and it was still open, just like I'd said... but it looked like they were about to close, since there were only about four workers still there, two or three people eating... The unnerving part was how there was this huge can that looked like a toxic waste bucker sitting right next to the french fry area. It was all rusty and icky smelling on the inside too, and they were spraying it with something that looked like melted Crisco. @_@; GROSS!
We went back to my house and I watched a bit of the episode of Angel that I'd recorded... gah, the rumors are true! Under-the-influence-of-evil Cordy gave birth to the full-grown demoness Jasmine! Well, her name wasn't mentioned, but still... with the way Connor and Angel immediately started bowing to her, you just know. I liked Darla's part in the whole episode, though it was somewhat hard to believe she was cheering for good. Still, she did stake herself to save Connor and everything, and his soul's influence on her while she was in labor made her "good," to a certain extent. So I guess it makes sense that she was all wearing white and trying to get Connor to be good. But Cordy pisses me off more and more. And that whole "woman he loves" thing that Lorne kept bringing up about Angel? NO NO NO NO NO! GAWD, NOT CORDY! It's so ridiculous! I like the Connor/Cordy pairing much more, but personally I've always been for Cordy on her own. She grows up so much more that way. The episode did have some interesting revelations... like about Skip being a lackey of the Beastmaster (The fights with him and Angel, as well as the rest of Angel Investigations were quite thrilling!). It sucks, I always liked Skip... *sniff* But blech, they better do something good with the rest of Angel, or it's going pfuit as Buffy draws to a close.
I'm tempted to make a survey right about now... I've had a series of questions floating around in my head. But I want to get back to borrowing the Initial D manga Gina lent me at lunch. When I lost a duel to a guy I don't know. (Stupid Jinzo!) When I ate a tuna fish sandwich for the first time in many months. When Gina not-so-gently reminded me of the missed chance to have a candy sale to make money for what will be a dying club by the end of the year. *sigh* As if anyone takes care of the GWHS anime club anyway. I wanted it to be so much better, and I failed miserably. Screw what everyone else says, I am not a leader.
I finished the last "Princess" book. It made me all giggly and tingly and everything-- such a wonderful series, and I wish there were more. I'm going to check and see if there's any fanfiction of it at FFnet... or maybe I'll just move onto reading the rest of the Meg Cabot books. =D
Despite having two cans of coke and sleeping during 4th period, I'm still kinda tired, and quite achey. After my math tutorial today, I think I'll go home and SLEEP. Do the dishes, wake up, go to FX again, pray things will go well. Maybe I should chant some kind of manta to make me as reticent as Bunta. *smirk* People would be freaked out by that, I'm sure.
