Things that've been happening
1 Comments Published by Elentine on Thursday, September 21, 2006 at 7:45 PM.
So, you know that guy in my Game Programming class that was kinda cute and into me? Well, he's been creeping me out lately. He distracts me, and he never does his work. When I'm at school, I work. If there's work to be done, that is. He comes on way too strong, and it's bugging the heck out of me.
It's a wierd situation. He always gives me hugs and tells me how good I look, but I hate it every time he does. I don't get why. It's an enigma. He's the only guy that's ever said "You look really good today," so why on earth do I have to be so picky? Atleast I only have to put up with him for an hour every other day.
I'm not the stand-up-for-yourself, rude type, so I'm not gonna say something like "You know what, Logan, you're creeping me out. I think you should move somewhere else," but oh god would that be nice.
And he talks down to me! That's the worst pet peeve of them all. I may be a bit of an idiot, but if I need help, I'll ask. I don't need instructions for something I'm already doing. Just because I'm a girl does not mean I'm incompitent!
AND JUST STOP WITH THE ANAL PROBE JOKES!! THINGS IN ELEMENTRY SCHOOL AREN'T FUNNY IN HIGH SCHOOL!!
It's a wierd situation. He always gives me hugs and tells me how good I look, but I hate it every time he does. I don't get why. It's an enigma. He's the only guy that's ever said "You look really good today," so why on earth do I have to be so picky? Atleast I only have to put up with him for an hour every other day.
I'm not the stand-up-for-yourself, rude type, so I'm not gonna say something like "You know what, Logan, you're creeping me out. I think you should move somewhere else," but oh god would that be nice.
And he talks down to me! That's the worst pet peeve of them all. I may be a bit of an idiot, but if I need help, I'll ask. I don't need instructions for something I'm already doing. Just because I'm a girl does not mean I'm incompitent!
AND JUST STOP WITH THE ANAL PROBE JOKES!! THINGS IN ELEMENTRY SCHOOL AREN'T FUNNY IN HIGH SCHOOL!!
It's hard out here for a geek
0 Comments Published by Elentine on Thursday, September 14, 2006 at 8:03 PM.
With the success of the Lord of the Rings, Spiderman, and Star Wars Prequel movies, it seems anyone can pass for a geek these days.
If every sequin-purse-toting, chihuahua-owning, Hollister-worshipping prep thinks they can call themself a geek because they saw Revenge of the Sith and Spiderman 2 (because Toby and Hayden are just sOoOoO hot!) than it is a sad day my friends.
If that is anywhere near your reason for seeing the best Star Wars movie of our generation (which just includes the prequels, so it's like saying it's the least offensive of all the flatulents), then please, oh please don't call yourself a geek.
Seriously, please.
Stop it.
A geek is someone who has not only seen EVERY Star Wars movie (not just the ones with bishy Hayden Christenson and Ewan McGregor) , but can quote nearly the entire saga. If you have frequently edited a website (not MySpace), discussed the phylisophical meanings behind any graphic novel or anime (not Naruto or Dragon Ball Z), or began a sentance with the words "Well, you know that one episode of Star Trek when...", well, I hereby award you with a ceremonial pocket protector, because you have been inducted into the Hall of Geeks. Welcome to the club.
If every sequin-purse-toting, chihuahua-owning, Hollister-worshipping prep thinks they can call themself a geek because they saw Revenge of the Sith and Spiderman 2 (because Toby and Hayden are just sOoOoO hot!) than it is a sad day my friends.
We geeks must fight back!
Do you think that, after decades--nay, centuries!--of persecution involving dodgeball and swirlys, we'd just let you into the club with open arms? No! Now stop where you are right now and return to the name brand stores from whence you came!
If every sequin-purse-toting, chihuahua-owning, Hollister-worshipping prep thinks they can call themself a geek because they saw Revenge of the Sith and Spiderman 2 (because Toby and Hayden are just sOoOoO hot!) than it is a sad day my friends.
If that is anywhere near your reason for seeing the best Star Wars movie of our generation (which just includes the prequels, so it's like saying it's the least offensive of all the flatulents), then please, oh please don't call yourself a geek.
Seriously, please.
Stop it.
A geek is someone who has not only seen EVERY Star Wars movie (not just the ones with bishy Hayden Christenson and Ewan McGregor) , but can quote nearly the entire saga. If you have frequently edited a website (not MySpace), discussed the phylisophical meanings behind any graphic novel or anime (not Naruto or Dragon Ball Z), or began a sentance with the words "Well, you know that one episode of Star Trek when...", well, I hereby award you with a ceremonial pocket protector, because you have been inducted into the Hall of Geeks. Welcome to the club.
If every sequin-purse-toting, chihuahua-owning, Hollister-worshipping prep thinks they can call themself a geek because they saw Revenge of the Sith and Spiderman 2 (because Toby and Hayden are just sOoOoO hot!) than it is a sad day my friends.
We geeks must fight back!
Do you think that, after decades--nay, centuries!--of persecution involving dodgeball and swirlys, we'd just let you into the club with open arms? No! Now stop where you are right now and return to the name brand stores from whence you came!
I know you're kinda expecting another nostalgic "Ah, remember that time this summer when...." type of thing, because I do that a lot. Everything worth talking about has been said, though, so I decided to screw that and talk about recent events. The first day of school comes in two parts, which is nice, because the first day is the only exciting or enjoyable day of the whole year. Going back really didn't feel a whole lot different. It wasn't like a new chapter, or even a new section in the chapter. At best, it was just a new paragraph. A bit different than the year before, but not by much, and the routine could be picked up right away.
Day One: 2/5 -- It starts out promising enough, with Arend and a nice replacement for Hammonds, Reynolds. I enjoy those classes, of course, but it's the others that really reck the day. Back in middle school, almost every class spent five minutes a day just quieting everyone down. I'd forgotten that last year, with honors classes, but I'm brutally reminded of it in Mayer's class. To top it off, the person I know best in that class is Chris, who I said maybe five words to last year. And then I go from that hell hole to the snoozefest that is Algebra 2. And then I go home. Woop-ti-frickin-do. I give these 7 hours of monotony a 2 out of 5.
Day Two: 4/5 -- It's days like these that make school worthwhile. In French, we have a hot German exchange student who has the most adorable accent. When we heard him talk for the first time, all the girls in the class were just like "Oh yeah...." Then I have band, which is, ya know, band. Nothing more, nothing less. After a delightful lunch, I ship off to Schelenburg, where I find out that I'm the only person of the female gender enrolled in Intro to Game Programming. No problem there, though. It just means more for me. Hell, I already met a pretty cute guy. Following Schelenburg, I have Health with Hill, where we spend more time philosophizing than studying health. Again, no problem there. While I could've used a few more friends in the classes, it's still above and beyond the better day. I give Day 2 a 4 out of 5.
(If you've seen Xplay, I hope you get the reference)
Day One: 2/5 -- It starts out promising enough, with Arend and a nice replacement for Hammonds, Reynolds. I enjoy those classes, of course, but it's the others that really reck the day. Back in middle school, almost every class spent five minutes a day just quieting everyone down. I'd forgotten that last year, with honors classes, but I'm brutally reminded of it in Mayer's class. To top it off, the person I know best in that class is Chris, who I said maybe five words to last year. And then I go from that hell hole to the snoozefest that is Algebra 2. And then I go home. Woop-ti-frickin-do. I give these 7 hours of monotony a 2 out of 5.
Day Two: 4/5 -- It's days like these that make school worthwhile. In French, we have a hot German exchange student who has the most adorable accent. When we heard him talk for the first time, all the girls in the class were just like "Oh yeah...." Then I have band, which is, ya know, band. Nothing more, nothing less. After a delightful lunch, I ship off to Schelenburg, where I find out that I'm the only person of the female gender enrolled in Intro to Game Programming. No problem there, though. It just means more for me. Hell, I already met a pretty cute guy. Following Schelenburg, I have Health with Hill, where we spend more time philosophizing than studying health. Again, no problem there. While I could've used a few more friends in the classes, it's still above and beyond the better day. I give Day 2 a 4 out of 5.
(If you've seen Xplay, I hope you get the reference)
Ok, so we still have four more days of it (god, that's it?), but seeing as it's now September, one can't really call it "summer" anymore. It kinda just feels like a long weekend now.
It's been a good summer. I actually did stuff, which is always a surprise. I grew to enjoy MySpace, the Shins, and the single life. I've come close to making my dream a reality, and on my terms to boot.
Enough looking back, though. Here's what's happened recently. I went in for my quarterly check up, at which the diagnostics people lost my xray orders. Again. After an hour in diagnostics, I spent an hour in the oncology office. It wasn't Olsen or Chu this time, though. It was this one chick that I'd never met, and decided to give me a rather lengthly lecture about things that'll kill me faster than normal people. Oy, like I haven't heard enough of those already. Included in the lecture was a bit about sexual precautions. Ha, no, that wasn't uncomfortable....
But back to the xrays. Apparently there was a spot on them they needed to check out. And no, of course they can't just do a simple MRI test to check it out. They want to do a full blown PET scan. Good god. I'm assuming no one here has had the misfortune of having one. Well, it begins with an injection of radioactive material with a very large needle. From there, you're told to sit quietly in a small, dark room for 45 minutes. They tell you to sleep, but when you're laying on a metal "bed", that's really not in the cards. So, after singing little songs and counting the holes in the tiles for 45 minutes, they take you out of the room and take you to the actual machine, several rooms down. Savor the journey. It may be the last time you move for two hours. The first one I had took the full 2 hours, but seeing as they just want to look at the leg this time, I'm hoping it's gonna be shorter.
I have no idea when this scan's gonna be, but if it's during school, I'm gonna freak. Am I nervous that they found something on the x-ray? No, just annoyed; annoyed that I have to waste several hours of my day on a false alarm. Oy.
It's been a good summer. I actually did stuff, which is always a surprise. I grew to enjoy MySpace, the Shins, and the single life. I've come close to making my dream a reality, and on my terms to boot.
Enough looking back, though. Here's what's happened recently. I went in for my quarterly check up, at which the diagnostics people lost my xray orders. Again. After an hour in diagnostics, I spent an hour in the oncology office. It wasn't Olsen or Chu this time, though. It was this one chick that I'd never met, and decided to give me a rather lengthly lecture about things that'll kill me faster than normal people. Oy, like I haven't heard enough of those already. Included in the lecture was a bit about sexual precautions. Ha, no, that wasn't uncomfortable....
But back to the xrays. Apparently there was a spot on them they needed to check out. And no, of course they can't just do a simple MRI test to check it out. They want to do a full blown PET scan. Good god. I'm assuming no one here has had the misfortune of having one. Well, it begins with an injection of radioactive material with a very large needle. From there, you're told to sit quietly in a small, dark room for 45 minutes. They tell you to sleep, but when you're laying on a metal "bed", that's really not in the cards. So, after singing little songs and counting the holes in the tiles for 45 minutes, they take you out of the room and take you to the actual machine, several rooms down. Savor the journey. It may be the last time you move for two hours. The first one I had took the full 2 hours, but seeing as they just want to look at the leg this time, I'm hoping it's gonna be shorter.
I have no idea when this scan's gonna be, but if it's during school, I'm gonna freak. Am I nervous that they found something on the x-ray? No, just annoyed; annoyed that I have to waste several hours of my day on a false alarm. Oy.
