I hate stupid, pointless assignments. That being said, I also hate stupid people. Especially ones that bug me when I'm having a bad day... and expect me to do their work for them. So there.
So, for the last two days, all I have done is homework (except for an hour or so last night when William came over and I hung out, and today when I grabbed a quick dinner at the Wesley). When I got to lab today at 3:30, I was not in the best of moods, having had two extremely long and, for the most part, unproductive. A heart-to-heart with my lab TA help my mood a little.... but then this guy, who has decided that I'm his lab partner, decided to bug the crap out of me. He wouldn't even read the frickin' lab, he kept asking me what he was supposed to do.... then he wouldn't think about how to solve the problem, and wanted to copy my code... and after the lab TA explicitly told him he couldn't just copy, he needed to work it out for himself, he still bugged me until the TA and I showed him how to modify his code to make it work.... But he was still an ass. And he still pissed me off. But *ha*ha*.... I almost finished my lab, and he didn't get halfway done. So there.
Speaking of asses.... I hate it when people assume the know things about my personal life. They find out Chad was here last weekend, and they asuume that all kind of crap went on, and they feel obligated to ask me about it and say stupid things like, Did you have *fun*? Did you get rugburn on your knees? Do you like to take it up the ass? etc, etc... ad nasuem. People assume that just because Chad and I are dating, certain things happen in our relationship.... and they also assume that our relationship is somehow their business. Ok, everyone, I know this may be a suprise to you... anything that happens between me and Chad stays just that.... between me and Chad. And our God. Not between you and me, or you and your deity, or you and your friends, or you and your imagination. Not that anyone that regularly reads my blog has been a problem.... but just in case the thought ever occured to you, don't ask. Grr.
But dinner at the Wesley was nice. Everyone is worried about my lung problems... everyone's being so nice. Hopefully, Myra (my nurse practitioner) will figure out something to do... this inhaler thingy isn't helping a lot. But i go back to her tomorrow. Damn bats.
And now I do more homework... and more homework... and tomorrow, I will do still more homework. And next semester, I will have buttloads of homework.... but only one lab (yay!!). Note: Never take three labs. You will die. Or wish you had.
I think I'm going to cut (guys read: trim) my hair this weekend. And maybe highlight it some more. We'll see. And I might buy Memento, if I can figure out if Chad has it or not... I dreamed about Guy Pierce last night.... it was odd.
So now I know why people in my dorm (including me) have been sick all semester.... we have an infestation of bats (like, more than 200 of them) in the walls on the top floors, and they are doing wonderful things to the air conditioning ducts.... and all that wonderful (and aromatic) bacteria is blowing through the vents onto us, the students that pay for this crap, no pun intended. What is The University doing about it? Ummm... at the moment, nothing... they are thinking about using poison, but their not sure how that's going to sit with the Alumni (think of all those poor helpless bats)... traps are out of the question... there's too many, for one thing.
So my question is this.... why do they charge me exorbitant fees to live in this dorm? Why do I put up with this? How did the bats get in the walls in the first place? Why do I not hear them at night? Are they fruit bats? Was the boy injured? Is the canoe wood, or aluminum? .... wait, off subject...
I feel really far away from everything today... don't know why. I'm away from my family, when I feel like they need me... I'm away from Chad, because I'm still in school... I'm away from Elisa, because, lets face it, we haven't really communicated in the last year or so... I'm away from most of the Wesley crowd, because they are all in Southaven/Memphis this weekend for the Willie Nelson concert... I just feel distant. Detached. Out of place. I can't concentrate on anything.... except bats. I'm really not that far away from the bats. Not that I mind bats... their kind of cool, when they aren't carrying rabies... and aren't in my dorm. Grr.
Take, take till there's nothing, nothing to turn to.
Nothing when You get through.
Won't You break, scatter pieces of all I've been.
Bowing to all I've been running to.
I, I got a question.
I got a question - Where are You?
Did you leave me unbreakable?
Leave me frozen?
I've never felt so cold.
I thought You were silent.
I thought You left me for the wreckage and the waste.
On an empty beach of faith.
Was it true?
Scream, deeper I wanna scream.
I want You to hear me, I want You to find me.
I want to believe but all I pray is wrong
and all I claim is gone.
I, I got a question.
I got a question - Where are You?
Where are You?
--Jars Of Clay, Silence
This is my brain..... in part, at least.
