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[Oct. 18th, 2007|03:19 pm] |
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We're watching Contact in Geosystems. I approve. I am also saying half the lines along with the movie, since a) it's one of my favorite movies and b) the source material was by Carl Sagan, and if you know anything about me and science and liking it, Carl Sagan is, like, my personal science god. Was. He's dead now. :( Anyway. Oh, and c) I'm a dork.
I came home to find a binder full of all my report cards, awards, and achievements since fifth grade, and it made me feel better about the whole college debacle. I hate being judged and found wanting, it's bordering on a phobia for me. I know I shouldn't care what other people think of me, but that's what the whole damn admissions process is. T_T Seeing that binder, though, improved my mood. No matter what, they can't take that away from me. Oh, damn, now I'm humming.
There was something else epic today, too. I was chatting with Markoff in the hallway, and some junior girls passed by, and one of them said in this really snotty way, "Don't, like, block up the whole hallway."
Okay, granted, that is a pet peeve of mine. But we weren't blocking the hall, we were more off to the side than anything. And she was one of those little twits, you know, the ones who think they're so popular and cool just because they're rich? Yeah. That kind. They piss me off even more. So, jokingly, I said, "Senior privelege."
Bam, the little bitch was all up in my face, being all like "You wanna go? You wanna go? Huh? Huh?"
"Yeah, I wanna go. Right here. Right now. Let's go. You wanna go?" I asked, driven mad by power and staring at a computer screen for the better part of two hours.
Amazingly, she backed down. Amber and I left, 'cause I had to go to Euro. Amber says I was channeling Alec. She's wrong - if I was, I'd have punted the little bitch into the wall.
Alec is not a nice man.
I was then told that, psychologically, I did everything that I was supposed to do, and I did it by instinct alone. It was like something straight out of Animal Planet. Or Darrin Brown. So...I suppose I'm intimidating? Huh...well, I'm happy. And now that you've seen my mildly amusing anecdote for the day, I'm going to go study Trig. Badda-bing, badda-boom.
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Oh, snap! You go girl! Trevelyan-in-training. (I hope he's the Alec you were referring to...) You are *so* lucky in watching Contact! (I'm a William Fichtner fan - he plays the blind scientist.) Sooo... Anyways, it's 3:33 a.m., it's my roommate's birthday, and I have three squeeful television shows tonight. Life is weird.
*snap, snap* Don't mess, yo. (...I'll stop now.) Yeah, it was he. There's never another. xD (Ooh, look at me, I sound like an obsessive fangirl.)
Yeah, overall I've been lucky with teachers this year. My science teacher is a huge sci-fi dork, so. That explains Contact. And the fact that he has an entire folder on his desktop full of backgrounds that he changes every class. (I've seen one Star Wars, one Theoden, and one Orc.)
Happy birthday to your roommate!
Alec would be proud of you. He may not approve of your choice of words (slightly too ... well, inelegant), but they were effective.
He wouldn't have punted the little bitch into the wall either.
He'd have got a minion to do it for him.
Think you may have been channeling your inner Xenia.
Am very proud of you though.
True that. I always forget the minions.
Inner Xenia? There's a scary, scary thought.
Thanks. ^^;
(Unrelated: Vesper icon! :D)
Ick... Inner Xenia, that would be... awkward! I'd like to have an inner Boris (think I do, actually).
I have been known to scream "Yes! I am invincible!" whenever I make a kill in Unreal Tournament '04.
Inner Boris? More like an Outer Boris amirite?
True, very true. One cannot have an inner Boris, it's quite impossible.
Ahaha... Enter Discovery Channel narrator and dramatic camera angles!
I wish I'd been there to see that. Maaaaan... Snotty little juniors.
Srsly. Why do sophomores and juniors suck so much? You should've heard the hot, fresh, USDA certified bullshit they were spewing at us after homecoming. Goddammit, it was annoying.
Next time, you should punt 'em. xD
(And in my opinion, anyone who knows who Carl Sagan is should have automatic free entry into whatever college they want. Duh.) | |
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