"Can't say that negative people have nothing to say, can ya?" -Me on e-mailI forgot that it was Friday the 13th. And wouldn't you know it that this week would have Friday the 13th in it.
The day starts with screaming outside my door. Chelsea had her boyfriend in to visit. She knocked on my door and introduced me to him, which was nice, we're getting along, I thought. Okay, so after that they start throwing each other's personal possessions off the building . . . oh great . . . but I stay out of it. I also noticed that my beach poster (the one Chelsea put her thing over) is now GONE. Again, I'm annoyed as hell, but didn't want to ask this while she and the boyfriend are screaming.
I said yes to the guy from yesterday, then went to class (he hasn't checked the newsgroup yet, so I don't know what happened). Class was dull, then watched Europa Europa for Holocaust class (good movie, and that kid is a STUD. Beautiful). I'm in a pretty good mood.
Then I come home to find that SOMEBODY (you take a guess) wrote in large letters SATAN and 666 on my write-on board on my door, with a big star in a circle. I am now PISSED THE FUCK OFF. Is that supposed to be a joke? I'd like to think so, or that it's a 13th thing, but well, does it seem that way to you? I wrote on my door something like "thanks very fucking much, that was real fucking nice of you, whoever wrote that" and signed it Satan. So far, no response, and I think they have walked by it by now.
On the newsgroup, I get a few comments in general that are kinda odd, but not TERRIBLE. One chick, Susan, had heard from her spies that Matt/Dark PRiSM has been talking about me on IRC (there's a school chat line? Who knew?). What the hell? He hasn't denied it really or confirmed it, but did get like four e-mails from him today (I was in a mood after the Satan thing and wrote something like "bite me", he thought I was mad at him, it's since gotten into a conversation about bad roommates and the like.) The other one is that he wants to have a newsgroup get-together and now she thinks it's because he wants to meet me (oh yeah, like I'd ever go).
Anyway, I also get a e-mail from Susan about the other guy:
"Just want to let you know. Remington is cute and bright and funny. But he tends to fall madly in love with a different girl every week. So go slow with him. Go for coffee but play hard to get because I think he is a bit of a game player. I mean if you like him, let him know that he has a chance but don't let yourself get too interested until you have made him jump through a few hoops."I wrote back that I am SO not in the mood to fall for anyone after being shit on again, and was going to do that anyway.
On a cheerier note (ha ha, well, not miserable note anyway) I actually talked to Anna for a while today, which was good. Needed to rant to someone who actually knows me, right? She's uh, looking forward to Thanksgiving weekend . . . I can't say I am particularly, but at least it'll be four days of no bitches!
I really need to move out of here. I was trying to look up room transfers on the school server, but there's not much there. I'm only allowed to live in Leach or Castilian (where I am). I don't want to live in Tercero (they've got rats, smells, forget it), and I'm already living on the floor with the sophomores, everywhere else is all freshmen. I don't know of any empty rooms, I think I'm fucked.
Well, gotta get off the Internet soon, the parents will eventually call to come over and I REALLY don't want them to come up here and see my door. Or that the poster is gone.
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