Nobody Likes Me

My Soap-Operatic Life

"I love mankind, it's people I can't stand."-Charles Schultz

Yep, still cranky. However, some people FINALLY talked to me last night (namely, Anna and my mother), so I'm slightly less cranky than before. I know, BIG difference.

The clique (new name for them, I think) came in around midnight. I ignored them and they ignored me, pretty much. The only person I did much talking to was Yemmy, who took some time off to watch the rest of The Man in the Moon with me (damn, I hate it when my favorite gets offed in movies!). I probably wouldn't be so bothered by this except that these are the people I see the most- can't call up the people I hung out with last year, won't be seeing anyone in Livermore for a few weeks, can't get together with anyone else in Davis- this is the only game, basically. Okay, so I've only got two more weeks and then I'll probably never talk to any of them again (except in passing on campus), but it still annoys me.

Today went about like usual (in everyone leaving to eat- same as before at meals.), except I noticed that Taquoa's first act upon waking up was to run down to the other clique members' room for like a half hour. Geez. Jason (I suppose I should put him on the friends page- for the record now, he's a friend of one of Ami's friends, now practically the fourth member of the clique) was also down there at lunch, and he asked them what they were doing today. Total group unification thing. Did this happen while I was in class or something? Anyway, Taquoa's answer was "We're doing homework." I suppose they did that, I just sat around and watched Animal House and ignored everybody pretty much. I'd never seen the beginning of the movie, but the end several times. Anyway, just for something to do, I'll put up reviews of the movies I've seen recently around here (that I saw in full, anyway):

I found these little Gumbys on this site, I think, thought they were adorable. Anyway, the movie ratings system for today will be as follows:

=Please kick me if I ever voluntarily watch this again.
=Kinda good and bad at the same time.
=Has some life in it.

The Breakfast Club: One of those "classic" movies I never saw, this one features (for the two people who haven't seen it) five student stereotypes in all-day Saturday detention. If you saw the Dawson's Creek episode where they did this, this was better. You got yer a-hole teacher/warden, you got yer nerd who's not supposed to get into trouble (Anthony Michael Hall), you got yer virgin rich girl (Molly Ringwald), you got yer virgin weird girl (Ally Sheedy), you got yer compliant jock (Emilio Estevez), and most memorably, you got yer obnoxious attitude problem boy, played by Judd Nelson (how do you go from that to Suddenly Susan? Damn, what a trip). Judd's the one who insults the teacher, climbs the library like a deranged chimp, sniffs up Molly's skirt (literally!), stabs a table, destroys property, and picks fights with his fellow detainees. And thus the plot as everyone interacts with Mr. Obnoxious (except for Ms. Sheedy, who does very little for like half the movie, talks funny in the other half, and admits to going to detention 'cause she had nothing else to do. Now that is SAD.) It sounds bad the way I'm putting it, but it isn't, gets interesting. Okay, so it ends kinda stereotypically (weird Ally gets a makeover and makes out with the jock, Molly and Judd make out and she gives him jewelry), but still pretty good.

Pretty In Pink: Another "classic" I never saw, and pretty much never want to again, because 97% of it is stupid. Here's the elements I enjoyed:
Molly as kooky fashion designer. You go, girl! (I'm so objective). For that matter, her friend Duckie's stuff wasn't too bad either (except for the shoes, which GOTTA GO.).
Cute computer trick done by Blaine (the rich boy) to attract Molly. I didn't even know you could DO that kinda thing in the 80's.
All the teachers standing up for Molly every time the rich bitches say something rude. Completely fake (even if the teachers had been paying attention, they NEVER woulda punished anyone for insults in my schools), but righteous.
And that's about it. The plot: Molly and her equally weird and broke friend Duckie attend a rich kids' school and are detested by the rest of the student body. Except for cute rich prep Blaine (god, what a terrible snot name) that likes Molly. Despite their different statuses and opposition from friends (Duckie's in love with Molly, Blaine's a-hole best friend (James Spader) hates Molly because he couldn't get anywhere with her), they decide to date. They then embark on one of the worst dates ever seen in film (the only one worse I can think of is Blind Date). Blaine takes her to a richies party, where everyone is nasty to her. She then takes him to a club she frequents, where Duckie is nasty to him. Despite the complete disastrousness of this, they still make out and Blaine asks her to the prom. However, his best friend bugs him enough so he winds up ditching her with the worst excuse ever- "I asked someone else a month ago and forgot about it." OH, COME ON!!!! WHO THE HELL FORGETS THAT???? Even Mr. Moron wouldn't forget that. Anyway, Molly winds up screaming at him to "just say it", and he's all "say what?" I totally got it- she wanted him to admit that he's being an asshole. As you all remember, I once did the same thing. I got the same results- no guy will admit they're an a-hole even when they know they are- "I'm Mr. Nice, really!" Gag me. Anyway, Molly goes to the prom anyway, Duckie shows up and escorts her in, Blaine realizes the error of his ways, Duckie acts the beneficent fairy godfather- "I don't mind if you go off with the guy who dumped you, even if I never dumped you!" Sheesh. And no, I did not want her and Duckie to get together, or her and Blaine to. Blaine's an idiot, and Duckie got on my nerves for 98% of the movie. Neither would happen in real life anyway- the girl doesn't fall for the true-blue fellow outcast (or I would have by now), nor does she get the jerk back by looking beautiful. No, wait a minute, I did once, but it didn't last too long. Okay, never mind.

The Man in the Moon: Not bad, except that this movie has my worst movie pet peeve in it (I will not say more. Those who have read this site regularly will know what I mean. It involves death, okay?). Two 50's girls fight over a boy, basically. There's Dani, a lovely 12-year-old (my guess is that's her age), and her nice bombshell looking-for-love sister Maureen. And then there's the cute new neighbor boy Court (Jason London. Those London boys are BEAUTIFUL. Thank God that he made twins.). Dani meets him first, and they fool around in the pool a lot, getting kinda close, and they both want to kiss, but Court doesn't want to do it with someone so young. They do kiss once (good for Dani!), but then Court meets Maureen and it's love at first sight, and he doesn't pay any attention to Dani any more. It's a good movie, but well, there's that plot pet peeve of mine (and doubly compounded) here, so it's getting somewhat lower than it deserves.

Animal House: There's the snobby fraternity, who spanks their pledges, dates girls with inflatable hair, and sucks up to the dean. There's the loser fraternity, who drinks and screws inappropriate people and flunks classes and has a lot of fun. Of course you know, this means war. I won't get into it any more than that, it's just good.

12:56 a.m. A late addition to the entry:
The clique has been in A&A's room for most of the night, singing strange songs. Whatever. Other than that they were pretty friendly- some of Ami's friends were over discussing Saving Private Ryan (Ami was all, "Oh, are we giving it away for you?" Fortunately I like spoilers), and I was rather amused to find out that one of the characters has a similar name to The Moron, and that said character dies. Knowing how The Moron (likes Tom Hanks's directing) is likely to see that movie, this just cracks me up. =) Oh, here's something else: At lunch we were discussing breast pumps (LONG story) and how guys don't know they exist. Well, one of Ami's friends (male) was over while the clique was in the room, and Ami yells out to him "Do you know what a breast pump is?" He says yes, then she asks me if I do (yes). I then forget about the conversation, until later Ami comes out and says "We weren't making fun of you in there about the breast pump." Huh? Well, the guy seemed to think they were laughing at me (which wasn't happening, as they were laughing at Ami for something.) Well, at least she'd be nice enough to say that, anyway.

And I talked to Sarah tonight about the invitations- some were lost in the mail- so they came over to discuss this stuff. Had a great time! Sarah asked if I got along with my current roommate like I did with her- I said no, filled her in, and said "I'm feeling like nobody likes me." She said, "Well, we do." Made me feel better to be around people that do =) They said they'll pick me up for the wedding (yay! no cab fare to worry about!), will find someone else to drop me off. Their news: Both are employed, Sarah's promoted, they're getting their new place on the 6th (no, they don't know the address of it!). Something slightly disturbing was the mention that the one single guy there would be "Nick, who doesn't talk." Oh, great. This is frightening me- once friends couple up, they want YOU to couple up, therefore they want to fix you up. No way in hell. (Incidentally, Patricia suspects this is someone she's met. Hmm.) They offered to fix me up with people at the country club- "how about Michael? He chews, has a goatee, wears tight jeans . . . " I started screaming, "He's from Livermore! Noooo!" I was just all, "I don't care, so long as nobody tells me "I'm next" or bugs me about coming without a date. They said nobody was bringing a date, I'd be sitting with Sarah's friends. Hmmm. I'm starting to feel nervous not knowing people to talk to other than the bride and groom (who are well, busy that day). Oh yeah, and they want to get me drunk. Yeah, right.

Another interesting one- they had me check out their rings, and then Hardeep looked at my hand (I have a ring on my "wedding finger" that is rather wedding-ring shaped, but the stone is pink) and was all, "That looks like a wedding ring- no wonder you aren't getting any guys, they think you're taken."
"Oh, come on, it's PINK, that's obviously not a wedding ring."
"No, really, it looks like one. How are you gonna get guys if they think you're married?"
"I don't want guys who are that stupid they can't figure out that PINK IS NOT A WEDDING RING!"
So I go, "I've got a ring that LOOKS like a wedding ring though, let me dig it out for you." For the record, it's a fake birthstone ring (my b-day is April, therefore my birthstone is diamond. Which is expensive (and easily mistaken for you-know-what), hence the fake) that's too big for my ring finger. They wanted me to try it on, so I put it on my left middle, waved it in their faces and said, "Look, I'm married now, leave me alone!" Then came up with, "No, I'm engaged, I'm just waiting for my fiance to get out of prison." I love that joke. Only now I'm considering wearing this ring in public now. To freak people out (or to chase creeps away, maybe this would work?). And then I can claim, "It's my BIRTHSTONE!"

Oh, and I also asked them what they want for a present. They kept saying, "Big screen TV!" I don't think so. Although I am considering now getting them some tiny TV, like a keychain or something, and throwing it in with the gift. It was VERY difficult trying to get other suggestions out of them- "cups, fan" were about as close as I got there. (Oh, and I mentioned that cake cover/food tray thing that Mom wanted to get them, and they cracked up laughing. See, Mom?)

And finally, I talked to Mom about all this (by the way, Dad said he'd give me more money! Yippee!), and after lots of discussion, here are the weekend plans:
Friday: Get picked up by parents, go to outlets and pick out gift, then go home.
Saturday: Take Linda to SF, drive me home that night.
Sunday: Go to wedding.

And one more thing I forgot to do earlier: My other parody post for Spotfans went up. The explanation: Lurker is madly in love with his wife Nan. A poker buddy of his has been acting strange lately. And semi-recently his coworker Carol kissed him, and Nan found out about it. Lurker was innocent there, Carol apologized, and all are friendly.

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