Every have one of those days where a thousand little things just pile up on you to make you feel like shit?
It has been raining all day. Not enough to be depressing, but enough that it was a bitch this afternoon to go buy Mom a Mother's Day gift. And it is still raining.
Today was the Student Art Show. One of my pieces was supposed to be in it. I was excited, got dressed up nice, etc.
Well, at 4:30, there was something called the Artists' Reception, where the faculty and anyone who got in the show got to see the pieces that were up. So I went...and could not, for the life of me, find my piece.
For a half an hour, I was wandering around like an idiot trying to find my damn piece, and worrying that I just hadn't seen it when I'd gone to get it with my other pieces that were rejected. And getting agitated because, if that was the case, my piece was basically in the trash and I wasn't getting it back.
But then, I checked the program, and sure enough, there's my name on it with the title of my artwork. So I spent the next hour looking for it, praying that it didn't accidentally get destroyed or something.
Meanwhile, the whole time I'm there, the people I'm friends with are all off talking with other people. So I'm not even just a blind idiot, I'm an idiot that's getting ignored.
At least until my friend Theresa arrived with her parents in tow. And of course, her parents want to meet their daughter's friend, and ask, "Where's your piece?" So for the rest of the time I'm there, I will occasionally be stopped my Theresa's mom or dad and asked, "Still can't find it?"
So that goes on for the next hour, and I get continually ignored by everyone I know save Theresa and Prof. Kerr, who was kind enough to guilt me about not submitting anything from his class (which was mostly because I forgot to bring it with me from home for the submission day, but them's the breaks).
And then, after an hour and a half of wandering around like I really don't belong there, and getting ignored, and just feeling like a dumbass, what do I find out from Zach (a student who works in the art office)?
"Oh, yeah, your pieces was one of the last ones pulled from the show. We didn't know that in time for printing the brochures, so..."
At the very least, I got my piece back. And, since I hadn't been expecting to need to carry something with my on the way back, I had to smuggle it under my coat through the rain. So I made it back soaked, but the artwork survived.
I am just very, very glad that my parents didn't come, like I suspect they wanted to. Because this has already been embarassing beyond belief.
Remember how I said my last post would be the last one about Lost until February? I lied. Let me vent, and then I'll stop for three months.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
Tonight's episode was very, very random. I'm just...kind reeling from how everything went by so fast and nothing was built up to, and how a lot of things made absolutely no sense.
Ah, well, I shouldn't complain; after all, it's not like ABC advertised it as the Best Episode Ever. Oh, wait...YES THEY DID.
So, allow me to vent my irritation in scriptfic form:
Lost's Fall Season Finale in 15 Minutes
We begin with a flashback!
Kate: *is in hotel room*
Policeman: *knocks* Open up! It's the police!
Audience: Oh no! She's done for!
Kate: *walks out and makes out with police officer*
Audience: Oh, wait, never mind.
Kate and Policeman: *have hot sex*
Audience: Um, okay.
Present day!
Pickett: Okay, Kate, time to work.
Kate: What about Sawyer?
Pickett: He has the day off.
Kate: But we're a team!
Pickett: Okay, he can work too.
Aquarium!
Jack: *to Ben* I'm going to give you lots of information on how dire your circumstances are.
Ben: Aah! Quick! Remove my tumor!
Jack: Nope! Sorry! HAHA!
Ben: DAMMIT!
Workyard!
Alex: *rushes in with a slingshot*
Pickett: *carries away the crazy teenager*
Alex: Kate! Save your boyfriend, or they'll kill him like they killed my Chachi!
Kate: HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!
Flashback!
*Kate and Policeman are naked in bed together. It is revealed that it is the night before their wedding. Policeman keeps calling her Monica.*
Kate: I am the most guilty-looking bride-to-be on earth.
Workyard!
Juliet: Kate, if you don't emotionally manipulate Jack, then Sawyer will be killed.
Kate: NOOOOO!
Aquarium:
*Kate enters*
Jack: YAY OMG!
J/K shippers: Aw...
S/K shippers: Eh.
Jack: Kate? Are you okay? Did they hurt you? You aren't having sex with Sawyer, right?
Kate: Jack, you must save Ben! If you do, we'll go free! If you don't, they'll kill Sawyer!
Jack: Kill Sawyer? Is that supposed to dissuade me?
Kate: Jack, please!
Jack: Just because I'm a doctor doesn't mean I can't let them both die! No, bitch!
Flashback!
Policeman's Mom: Here, have this priceless heirloom, soon-to-be daughter-in-law.
Time for the wedding! Vows are exchanged!
Kate: I am the most guilty-looking bride on earth.
Cages!
Kate: Aiee! Where's Sawyer!
Pickett: Right here.
Kate: Oh.
Pickett: But he's going to die tomorrow morning!
Kate: AAH!
Sawyer: So, how was *your* day, sweetie?
*Later*
Kate: Sawyer, the reason they're killing you is because Jack won't operate on Ben!
Sawyer: Well, good for Jack.
Kate: ARE YOU INSANE??? *climbs out of cage*
Sawyer: What the hell are you doing?
Kate: Getting you out so we can escape! *opens Sawyer's cage*
Sawyer: Freckles, we *can't* escape. We're on the another island!
Kate: WHAT? When were you gonna tell me???
Sawyer: Never.
Kate: Oh. *kisses Sawyer*
Sawyer: What was that for?
Kate: I don't know! *bawls*
Sawyer and Kate: *have hot wild cage jungle sex*
Audience: So...they're not gonna even *try* to run?
S/K shippers: YES! VINDICATION!
Flashback!
*Kate is at a grocery store. She receives a loving phone call from husband about Taco Night. She attempts to be cheerful.*
Kate: I am the most guilty-looking wife on earth. *goes out to pay phone and makes a phone call*
Marshall: Hello?
Kate: I want you to stop chasing me!
Marshall: Tell you what: even though you're guilty of first-degree murder, I'll let you off the hook if you finally settle down. But I know you won't.
Audience: She knows the police can trace those things, right?
Cages!
*post-coital snuggling*
Sawyer: So, when you said you loved me, did you mean it?
Kate: *avoids answering the question by making out with him*
Sawyer: Yeah, I love you, too.
S/K shippers: Aw...
J/K shippers: Eh.
Aquarium!
Intercom: *sounds suspiciously like Alex* Try the door.
Jack: *opens the door, walks out*
*sees Ben's surveillance tapes*
*sees Sawyer and Kate naked and snuggling on one of the TVs*
Ben: *enters* Man, and I thought she'd pick you. *holds up his JATE 4EVA T-shirt*
Jack: I've changed my mind! I'll do the surgery!
Ben: Wow, that's not suspicious at all! Let's do this!
*Later*
Jack and Juliet: *prepare to do surgery*
Pickett: *watches*
Ben: *lies on surgery table, is put under anesthetic*
Pickett: He's out? YES! *dashes off to the cages*
Flashback!
Kate: *takes pregnancy test. It is negative. She cries*
*walks up to hubby bearing drinks* Hey, what's up?
Policeman: I'm tracking a fugitive in Tampa!
Audience: OMG HE MEANS SAWYER! CHARACTER CONNECTIONS MAKE THINGS FUN!
Policeman: And how are you, Monica my love?
Kate: Well, my name's not Monica, I'm a fugitive too, I blew up my father, I almost had a baby, I'm leaving you to go on the lam, and I totally drugged your drink.
Policeman: 0_0 *passes out*
Audience: Maybe she'd have stayed if you gave her a toy airplane.
Cages!
Pickett: *arrives* *sees (clothed) Sawyer and Kate cuddling in open cage* You two didn't even try to run?
Audience: EXACTLY! WHAT THE FUCK?!
Pickett: *holds a gun to Sawyer's head* Time to die, bitch!
Kate: Nooooo! Fight back, Sawyer!
Audience: As opposed to RUNNING...
Pickett: This is for Colleen! Even if you had absolutely no involvement in her death!
*dramatic music swells*
Audience: Ya know, this kinda loses its dramatic tension when you realize that Josh Holloway's contract doesn't expire for another *three* *years*.
Operating Room!
Jack: *cuts open Ben's kidney* Give me the walkie-talkie, or he dies!
Audience: I'm sure Locke sympathizes, Ben.
Cages!
Pickett: *is forced to give Kate walkie-talkie*
Jack: Kate, I need you to run while I hold Ben hostage!
Kate: No! I can't leave without you!
Sawyer: 0_0!
ABC execs: Remember how we said she'd choose once and for all tonight? We lied.
Jack: Kate, I need you to run, and then radio back and tell me the angel-hair pasta story from all the way in the pilot episode!
Kate: NOOO! JACK, I NEED YOU!
J/K shippers: YES! VINDICATION!
Sawyer: *is pissed because he still has a gun at his head*
The Lost fall season finale is tonight! That means excitement! Hot cage sex! A possible execution! People acting weird! And Jack performing spinal surgery!
It also means that this may be the last post I make about LOST until February. I'm sure you're all sad to hear that.
My prediction: Kate either takes a bullet for Sawyer or kills Pickett. It's her flashback episode, so she's gotta do *something* other than cry to Jack.
Though the main reason for my lack of civic duty is my inability to get to the proper polling station, so it's not so much that I didn't want to go and more that I had no way of getting there.
Eh. I probably would've voted for all the wrong people anyway. The only person I was sure to vote on was Spitzer. And (as much as I can't believe I'm saying this) Hillary.
Okay, I'm getting a little freaked out. I'm watching all these clips of Michael Emerson on YouTube, and am realizing that he looks like a forty year-old version of my cousin. This is creepy, because Michael Emerson won an Emmy for playing a serial killer. And he's in charge of the Others.
I apologize for my bad formatting; apparently, LJ doesn't want to let me use the enter key. Feeling mellow today. Probably the side effect of sleeping in really late and not doing a hell of a lot. I'm thinking of skipping church to do a Theology essay. That's not too blasphemous, right? My annoyance with my roommates is escalating, but it's really just over something stupid that's not even worth mentioning. I'm still trying to avoid them a little though, but I'm just being petty at this point. I'm still nice to them, though, and they don't even know I was ever mad. So is it petty and childish or just...stupid? Feh, I don't know. And, by the way, mainly for Peter's benefit: OMG!
JACK YOU ASSHOLE DO THE FUCKIN SURGERY!
Heehee. I have gotten more LOST icons in the last 24 hours than I will probably ever use, but I don't care because they make me giggle. I particularly like the ones I used for this entry and the last one.
Got to see two movies today with Katrina F (not my roommate Katrina, a girl who lives down the hall) and her friend Fericia (I am probably misspelling her name). We went to Carey Hall (where Fericia lives, since she's a sophomore) and watched two movies in the second floor lounge.
Con Air was pretty awesome for a stereotypical action movie, and it had a ton of actors I knew. For example, Nicholas Cage, John Malkovitch, Dave Chapelle, Steve Buscemi, John Cusack, Colm Meany, and Ana Lucia's mom and Zeke/Mr. Friendly/the Other with the beard from LOST. And some of it was fucking hysterically, like watching a flying Corvette ("On any other day, that might seem unusual"), a fight over a bunny ("Put. The Bunny. Back. In the Box.), and Dave Chapelle being Dave Chapelle ("Your mouth smells like shit." "He said he loved me."). Plus, Steve Buscemi and John Malkovich make for awesome, creepy villains. And if I am ever in a crashing plane, I am totally singing "He's Got the Whole World in His Hands", as well as "Oh, nothing makes me sadder/Than the agent lost his bladder/In the...a-a-airplane..."
The Ref was also awesome, and Dennis Leary is great in it. That movie is also really funny, and contains the immortal lines "Mom, the TV's broken. What are we gonna do all night?" "<i>Celebrate the birth of Christ!</i>" It also features a bunch of people sitting around with lit candles on their head, which is always fun. And another immortal line: "Well, who would catch a criminal and then let him go free?" "Republicans?"
Heehee! An amusing night indeed! And I got to go do something where my roommates weren't invited! Why no, I'm not still bitter, why do you ask?
Well, according to my teacher's list on "How to Tell You're Addicted", I am addicted to three things:
1) Caffeine
2) The Internet
3) LOST
And, uh, speaking of addiction....OMG THIS LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD
Minus the shitty editing between "Close your eyes" and "No!" (and the fact that Evangeline Lilly can apparently do a perfectly timed emotional breakdown yet can't yell "No!" without looking dumb), THAT IS SO FUCKING AWESOME OMG ROFL I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM
My roommates had a crappy time at the Greenwich Village parade. I can't honestly say that I feel bad.
Lately, I'm just wandering around in a big haze of "I Don't Care". I don't care if my roommates want me around, and I fully plan on taking advantage of how I get our room to myself for hours on end. I don't care if I'm part of their group, because I've got my own, and even if most of them are in college right now, they're still my group and they're a thousand times better than my roommates are. And I don't care if I spend yet another weekend on SJU campus doing nothing but homework and errands and sleeping. I'm not gonna let it bug me.
It was funny: last night (and this night), my roommates both had this big thing where they got all their friends together to go to dinner. When they got back, I left (I'm kind of trying to avoid them a little) to go eat by myself. When I got there and sat down, Ramya and her suitemates showed up at the dining hall, and once they got their food, Ramya made a point of sitting at my table. And even better, I got to chat and have normal conversations with them, and we laughed over jokes and had a good time. And once again, I was struck by how much nicer that was than when I chat with my roommates (whom I think may be deliberately ignoring me when I talk, but I can't say for sure).
I gotta talk to Ramya more. She's always been nice, and I know she's a good person, and I like hanging with her and her roommates more than I like hanging with my own.
It's Halloween, and practically everyone from St. John's is in Greenwich Village watching the parade while I'm sitting in front of my laptop like a loser.
And you know what?
I don't give a fucking shit.
To clarify: More and more lately, I'm feeling like a second-class citizen around my roommates and my roommates' circle of friends (which is sort of my circle of friends, I guess). It's weird, but I've been noticing it a lot lately. I'm always being forgotten about, or written off. Like last Saturday, when Mackenzee and Neysa went into the city and completely forgot that I was supposed to go with them. They still haven't remembered. I should probably let it go, because it'd be really bitchy to bring it up now, but it hurts like hell.
There's more to it. When Mackenzee or Katrina are talking, I'm gonna listen. It's the polite thing to do, right? Except when I open my mouth, I either get ignored, or the topic gets changed to something else. I get ribbed for the fact that my alarm clock wakes up Mackenzee and Katrina in the morning (which I can't help, though I try to turn it off ASAP). Yet they don't seem to care if they're chatting all night long while I'm trying to get some sleep for my early-morning classes.
I feel left out whenever I'm with them and their circle. They all have inside jokes and nicknames that I'm not familiar with. Part of it is that they all like to hang out from midnight to two AM, but since I've got classes early in the morning, I can't hang out with them and miss out on a lot. I get the feeling that I'm just a hangers-on to the group, and Mackenzee and Katrina have been treating me as such lately. The funny part is that their friends, the ones I don't know as well because I can't hang out with their group, are a hell of a lot more polite to me than they are.
Mackenzee and Katrina are nice people, and I don't think they're trying to be malicious or anything, but I'm sick of it.
Tonight, my dad said he would stop by on his way home from work so he could take me to the bank to deposit my last paycheck from my summer job. The nearest Bank of America is about a mile away, and not easily accessible by bus. I was willing to hoof it, but Dad said he'd take me, which was really nice of him.
About a half hour before Dad shows up, Mackenzee calls and asks me if I could bring her hairdryer all the way across campus to a friend of hers. Her friend needed it for something (don't ask, long story), and Mackenzee didn't want to do it because she was in Montgoris eating dinner. I said sure, and I did it, even though I'd never met this girl and Mackenzee could easily have done it herself. Because hey, what's a good friend for?
When I walk back, Ramya walks up to me and asks if I'm going to the Greenwich Village parade. She mentions that Katrina and Mackenzee were going, and asks if I'd like to go with her and her suitemates. (For the record, absolutely NONE of this rant applies to Ramya, who is just as sweet and as nice as ever.) Mackenzee and Katrina never mentioned going to Greenwich Village to me. I told Ramya I'd see if I could go with them, and if I couldn't make it bcause of my Dad, I might meet everyone there.
I asked Mackenzee and Katrina if they could wait for me for ten minutes while I wento the bank with my dad (who, by that time, had called to say he was on Union Turnpike). They asked me if I'd be okay with meeting them there, because they wanted to get there ASAP. I said OK, and went to meet my dad. They would've left at about the same time as me, except...get this...they needed to wait for their friend Liz. Apparently, I'm okay when it comes to delivering appliances across campus, but I can't be bothered waiting for.
By that point, I was just feeling crappy, so when my dad asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner with him, I said yes. I figured dinner with my dad was better than trying to navigate the subway system (and probably getting lost) in the hopes of finding a bunch of people I was kind of mad at in Greenwich Village.
And the thing is? I had a really nice time with my dad. He actually listened to me when I talked, and we had good conversation, and we had good food, and I didn't feel like a hanger-on to a group that didn't want me. I mean, for fuck's sake, it felt really nice to have a regular conversation. How bad is that?
And then my dad was like, since you won't have any money until the check deposits, he offered me some money. And I swear to God, I practically started crying. I mean, here my dad was, being great and nice and awesome, and I can't even get people that are supposed to be my friends to wait ten mintues for me. What the hell is wrong with me?
I miss my family and how great they are. I miss my friends, my *real* friends from back home. I miss high school. I miss everything from last year. All of a sudden, I just want to go home.
So, right now, I am sitting in my room like a loser, typing away on my laptop and watching House. And I just...don't care. I'll lie about why I went to dinner instead of the parade. Because I think I'm having a lot more fun now than I would if I'd gone.
Mackenzee's back. From the looks of things, I think she just forgot. She seemed her cheerful, regular self. Maybe she just didn't hear me when I asked.
Mackenzee, Neysa, and a bunch of people they hang out with decided to go to the city today to get Halloween stuff and then go see Nightmare on Christmas in 3D. I asked if it would be alright if I could come. I'm pretty sure I remember hearing Mackenzee say yes. I may be wrong, though, because they left without me.
I feel weird. I hope they just didn't hear me ask, or that they forgot I asked or something. I've spent the entire day just doing errands like laundry and taking out the garbage and stuff because nobody's around. Everyone's either at home or out at the movies.
Today's been shitty. I'm losing my voice, I don't have much money so I'm living on gift cards until I can find a place to deposit my last paycheck, and I still haven't gotten a Halloween costume. My mother is freaking out because she thinks I don't have a social life, and I've done little to prove her wrong. And now I'm stuck here on a Saturday night, doing nothing of interest.
Isn't it wonderful, the things people can find on Facebook? For example, this note:
"Idk y but long island seems to b filled w. a whole shit load of drama, and not like drama we have in bklyn where u touched my girl or u touched my boy shit and then ppl get fucked up.... no ppl in long island seem to start drama over nothing... and these ppl from WESTCHESTER are from upstate if ur not from NYC or L.I. ur upstate i think that and most other ppl from the city do too and ppl really need to get over themselves here.... why is that when u ask them where there from they say their towns why the fuck cant u just say LONG ISLAND... i say im from BKLYN when ppl ask me not Brighton Beach or Coney Island like who cares what town u come from seriously and so, I've been thinking about this for awhile. Long Island is really giving us brooklynites a bad rap. I know how much we hate it when we say we're from Brooklyn and some yip-hip-dip-shit from South Bumblefuck, Iowa says:
"oh, isn't that a part of Long Island?" NO IT MOTHERFUCKING ISN'T!
So this is what I wanna do. I need the strongest people I can find. We're going to walk through Brooklyn to Queens, where we'll get to the edge of the Nassau/Queens border in Floral Park. Then, we jackhammer and saw the border until the bastard comes loose.
After Queens and Long Island are separated, we give Long Island a nice push and let it set sail. Of course, if you have people you're chill with in Long Island, you may wanna rescue them first. Let them become Brooklynites. They'll be so much cooler that way.
But seriously. I mean, who needs all the rest of that island anyway? It's like an extra helping of rock and grass that no one asked for.
WHO'S WITH ME?!"
I feel kinda proud that people this dumb hate my hometown area. Especially since, geographically speaking, Brooklyn is most definitely part of Long Island.
And seriously, they're gonna saw it off at Floral Park? That's, like, the nicest frigging town on the Island. They'd probably give cookies to the people with jackhammers.
By the way, is anyone shocked that this note was posted by one of Acarino's friends?
Note to self: be careful when taking a roomate's Mac and Cheese out of the microwave. Because, you know, if your hand slips, then half a bowl of water can and will spill onto your laptop.
For the record, Water Pong is the same thing as Beer Pong, except that, despite the fact that the players do drink alcohol, the actual cups are filled with water. PaCraig and his roommate didn't want beer staining their new rug, so they'd toss the ping-pong balls into the cups of water, and then drink cups of banana-flavored vodka that they had on their desks.
I didn't do any drinking; I really just helped PaCraig toss Ping Pong balls (I apparently don't suck at tossing balls into cups), and he was the one who drank for our side. In fact, no one except PaCraig and his roommate did any drinking until Billy and Jessica Cornish showed up, which was about when we left.
And Jessica Cornish is my cousin (sort of, it's a long story) on my dad's side of the family. At first, I was kinda worried that she might mention seeing me to someone who might pass it on to my parents, but seeing as she was drinking vodka straight from a Gatorade bottle, I doubt she'll mention it...if she even remembers seeing me there.
Remember how I said I was playing Water Pong before with PaCraig and his roommate? Well, apparently, PaCraig's roommate got taken to the hospital in an ambulance around midnight. He was so drunk that he tripped all over himself outside of Donovan Hall and cracked his head open.
He and PaCraig may be in some huge trouble, because when Public Safety went to their room, they saw one of PaCraig's vodka bottles lying around the room. They took down his info as well as his roommate's, and they could technically get arrested. No one knows what's gonna happen, so the only thing left to do is wait.
Seriously, I was in there all of what...three hours ago? And PaCraig was showing everyone where he kept his stash of various vodkas (even though none of us that were visiting drink). And now his roommate is in the hospital, and he may be getting arrested.
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