September 27, 2005
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so. i'm in the CIMC (that's the Center for Instructional Materials and Computing, for all you lesser beings of knowledge.) waiting for my gigantic poster to print... and i'm going to be here for a while. a looong while. so that means a treat for you kids. it's halloween. it came early.
said treat, is, *drumroll* ME! ENDLESSLY RANTING! ABOUT NOTHING! until my poster prints, or i get sick of it. i think the latter will occur BEFORE the former.
at least i am finished with this crap before i anticipated. good thing we weren't doing crap for crap in the class i had today in this computer lab.... which just so happened to be the lab where i had to print off this huge poster for my OTHER class. how convienent. yes indeed. i thought i was going to be here until 10 at night... and who knows... i might be... depending on how long this printing business takes.
yesterday i went shopping with mommy and she bought me stuff from shakti. the relevance of this is that one of these items was a nifty new journal in which i am now currently writing, about everything. so now i have one more excuse not to update my weblog, because i will have gotten it all out on paper. it's just that a lot of the stuff that i am writing in there is waaaayy too personal for all you random people to be reading (taps on screen, realizes there is nobody reading anyways, frowns, pretends like its not true.) i always had journals, but it was always like categorized. i have had: relationship/love/sex journal, dream journal, wicca journal/book of shadows, yoga journal, and even, most recently, insecurity journal! so, hooray for neato new omni-journal. i'm even using it as my planner! woo! and then mom and i talked about crazy new-age shit that nobody wants to hear about because we're crazy and we love it... and deepak chopra thinks i rock.
so i just checked on my poster situation and the girl said that the poster that has been processing for over an hour shuold be out in the next 10 minutes, and since the person next in line and right before me has 3 posters and is gone/picking them up later, she'd put me next. woot.
in other news--they closed the pool at my apartment. sad. now there is no pretty view at night time from the bedroom and master bath.... just a black cover over what used to be an aqua glittering glowy vision. meh.
and also... laurel (that would be my older sister) fell off her bike last night, after she dropped her cell phone and slammed on the brakes, flying off the front/left of her bike, and injuring her elbow in some fashion... i think it's probably what i did to my elbow when i fell off of a car (yes, ladies and gentlemen, i fell off a car. while it was moving.) and then it's probably not broken. she doesn't have health insurance, so if she DID break it, she's in even deeper financial doo-doo. i'm supposed to go see her tonight and get some stuff that mom dropped off there and maybe watch a movie, i dunno. we'll see when i get out of this electronic hell-hole.
right now i am hungry. and tired. except i slept for like 11 hours, so it's the kind of tired where you just want to hibernate and do nothing. and my toes are cold, so that helps with the hibernation-desire.
OH i know what i can write about.
i beat a guy up this weekend. fuck yeah i am awesome. well ok, we all know i am exaggerating when i say i beat him up, because honestly, i tend to sway to the "lover" side of "lover vs. fighter" even though i have a lot of pent up rage and a superhero complex, i've never really been in a physical fight.
so, tiff was in town, and was busy all weekend except for friday night and she didn't even get into town until about 1am, but i, being the trooper that i am, after working for 9 hours, (how many? 9. heh.) went out to state street, the plaza to be precise, which is actually NOT on state street, but close enough, and was ready to have a good time. we were at the bar, waiting to order our drinks, and there is the mandatory wasted 40 year old gross guy (you know, the ones who hang out on campus trying to hook up with drunk college girls, those bastards) swaying around in his chair, looking like he was either going to fall over and pass out, or puke all over everyone, so we took our precautionary few steps back into the crowd move every time he swayed in our direction. it was humorous, yet, annoying, and gross at the same time. please don't puke on me, drunk pervy guy. so, this guy swerves dangerously out of his chair and manages to land on his feet as if it were intentional, and starts coming towards tiff and i, and starts to grab at tiff, what else, like he was going to molest her or hurt her or something, he had this completely "gone" look in his eyes, and he was sayign absolutely nothing, he wasnt even trying to say anything. he looked like a zombie. so tif's first reaction is to flee, while my first reaction is to protect the tifferly, who is trying to hide behind me while whis big stumbly gross guy is trying to get ahold of her. i put my hand on his chest and pushed him back enough so that he knew he was engaging me, not her... and i said "whoa buddy, what do you think you're doing" and he just looks at me incredulously, like he doesnt hear me at all, and then be grabs MY wrist. first of all, i am wearing this brand new bracelet that i had made just that very evening, and it's stabbing me in the skin from all the dangly parts. so it hurts. just enough. i try to pull my arm free without much force and he tightens his grip like he means to hold on to that arm. so i gave him three warnings. "let go of my arm" "take your fucking hand off me" "let go of my arm right now" and he still stares, like he doesnt even know where or WHO he is, and so i decide in that crucial moment to use the tae kwon do knowledege i managed to retain from my first year of college, and i did a basic hold-braking self defense move, where you whip your arm out in a circle away from yourself and his hand slipped free, which is what is supposed to happen, even though every time i tried it with jack he's too strong and knows that i'm going to try to escape because that's what people do when you're like hey let me practice his hold break. yeah ok. so i break the hold and immediately bring my hand back at the end of my big circle and then punch him in the chest as hard as i can (with my left hand, which isnt very hard), and he goes FLYING back into the bar, bumping violently into the people behind him who are then yelling "HEY" because inevitably, their drinks got spilled, and the guy just looks at me with astonishment. i yelled something about not fucking with me because i have martial arts training, but by that time tiff was pulling me away back into the crowd to escape.
so that's the story of how i beat the guy up in the bar.
update on printing status: guy whose poster was taking forever to process--it didnt' work. so that sucks for him. but that means i am next and it's processing right now, so it should be printing shortly. of course, my file is huge, that shortly might become longly. who knows.
so i'm sick of writing... which is what we predicted would happen afterall, so don't be too sad.
a very merry unbirthday to us! to us!
(my birthday is october 5th, coming up, people, what are you getting me?!)
