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Strangeness
May. 15th, 2004 01:04 amI had really bizarre dreams last night. In them, I went to a (Sex Pistols?) concert, ran into some people I knew but hadn't seen in years and met some new people with them who were really nice. I think that my dream self got really fucked up on something, because the next thing dream self knew, I was in a bed in a small hotel, with no idea how I'd gotten there. Dream self got up to find a bunch of little notes from people I'd met at the concert that hinted at things I couldn't remember. I explored the little hotel a bit; I was apparently the only one there. And it was more like a bed & breakfast type place. Then I was walking home in the middle of the night, in places I never actually walk. I started singing Tori songs out loud, and the street turned into a mall. As I said, bizarre.
The other day my dad asked me if my gpa was going to be "okay." The wrong thing to ask, especially then. Because 1. I really don't care all that much, and 2. I had nothing like an objective view on such things at the time. Not after turning in four papers that I considered spectacularly crappy and having gone through a day of finals that I really just didn't want to think about because three in one day is really a bit much. But, actually, a couple of the papers didn't turn out quite as bad as I'd thought. I was quite scared about the Middle English paper for a bit, because I saw Dr. O before my second final on Monday, and although she hadn't graded the paper yet, she had noticed that it was rather short. So she offered me more time on it, because, "I know you can do better." This was just before I had to rush off to my Modern Philosophy exam, and I'd been frantically studying for the Middle English final just before and hadn't finished that and wasn't sure I'd be able to finish in the half hour I had between exams. So I was a bit frazzled and that did not do anything to calm me. So I went to the phil. exam and nearly yelled out "fuck me!" when I didn't recognize some of the quotations I had to identify. Then I saw one that I did know and it got better from there. I ultimately decided not to take more time on the paper because I didn't think that I would be able to take full advantage of the extra time.
But the semester is now over, and I've celebrated twice. Once on Tuesday for having survived Monday with mental faculties intact, and once tonight for the whole thing being over. I went to Geckos, and when I announced this tonight, dad asked, "What is it about this place?" and mom said jokingly, "I bet it's a boy." In a way... yes. But I didn't say so. And there are other reasons. It's getting to be harder to go there without running into someone I know. On Tuesday, some people from the MSSA turned up. And tonight one of my English teachers from high school was there, as well as someone who had been in one of my classes this past semester. I was especially amused when the DJ guy played the song "The Harder They Come," because I'd watched the movie of the same name in the said English teacher's class. Also tonight I was unfortunate enough to have sat next to Drunky McDrunk and the Obnoxious Asshats. I took it as a bad sign when the first thing Drunky did was to knock over his girlfriend's glass. And when he sat down I was somewhat trapped in the corner. And the obnoxiousness only continued. I moved when the people sitting on their other side left. But because one of their number had gotten up temporarily (and I was on my second drink), I midjudged and didn't get far enough a way. And when the guy (not Drunky, one of his pals) got back, he whapped me on the arm with a folded-up section of a newspaper and said, "How's it going?" I answered politely and promptly ignored them again, as far as that was possible, instead of breaking out the snark. Then they stared throwing coasters across the bar. And in their final act of obnoxious asshat-ness, they failed to tip, despite having dropped quite a bit of money in addition to trying the bartenders' patience. When asked if there had been a problem with the service, Drunky gave a big "I'm a giant dumbass" shrug. After that episode, I made it a point to tip generously. Although I usually do.
And now, sleep.
The other day my dad asked me if my gpa was going to be "okay." The wrong thing to ask, especially then. Because 1. I really don't care all that much, and 2. I had nothing like an objective view on such things at the time. Not after turning in four papers that I considered spectacularly crappy and having gone through a day of finals that I really just didn't want to think about because three in one day is really a bit much. But, actually, a couple of the papers didn't turn out quite as bad as I'd thought. I was quite scared about the Middle English paper for a bit, because I saw Dr. O before my second final on Monday, and although she hadn't graded the paper yet, she had noticed that it was rather short. So she offered me more time on it, because, "I know you can do better." This was just before I had to rush off to my Modern Philosophy exam, and I'd been frantically studying for the Middle English final just before and hadn't finished that and wasn't sure I'd be able to finish in the half hour I had between exams. So I was a bit frazzled and that did not do anything to calm me. So I went to the phil. exam and nearly yelled out "fuck me!" when I didn't recognize some of the quotations I had to identify. Then I saw one that I did know and it got better from there. I ultimately decided not to take more time on the paper because I didn't think that I would be able to take full advantage of the extra time.
But the semester is now over, and I've celebrated twice. Once on Tuesday for having survived Monday with mental faculties intact, and once tonight for the whole thing being over. I went to Geckos, and when I announced this tonight, dad asked, "What is it about this place?" and mom said jokingly, "I bet it's a boy." In a way... yes. But I didn't say so. And there are other reasons. It's getting to be harder to go there without running into someone I know. On Tuesday, some people from the MSSA turned up. And tonight one of my English teachers from high school was there, as well as someone who had been in one of my classes this past semester. I was especially amused when the DJ guy played the song "The Harder They Come," because I'd watched the movie of the same name in the said English teacher's class. Also tonight I was unfortunate enough to have sat next to Drunky McDrunk and the Obnoxious Asshats. I took it as a bad sign when the first thing Drunky did was to knock over his girlfriend's glass. And when he sat down I was somewhat trapped in the corner. And the obnoxiousness only continued. I moved when the people sitting on their other side left. But because one of their number had gotten up temporarily (and I was on my second drink), I midjudged and didn't get far enough a way. And when the guy (not Drunky, one of his pals) got back, he whapped me on the arm with a folded-up section of a newspaper and said, "How's it going?" I answered politely and promptly ignored them again, as far as that was possible, instead of breaking out the snark. Then they stared throwing coasters across the bar. And in their final act of obnoxious asshat-ness, they failed to tip, despite having dropped quite a bit of money in addition to trying the bartenders' patience. When asked if there had been a problem with the service, Drunky gave a big "I'm a giant dumbass" shrug. After that episode, I made it a point to tip generously. Although I usually do.
And now, sleep.
