March 25, 2003 :: 1:57 p.m.
we're all hungry and dumb for Friday
Today, many momentous things have happened. Adam and I went to the mall to pick up his pre-ordered copy of Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker, which is fantastically enjoyable thus far. I turned my add/drop slip into the registrar's office, so I am now officially withdrawn from 2-D Design. Adam's motherboard came, and we stopped by the business office to see if they had my paycheck. They do not. I asked Dana (the lady to whom I give my timesheets) when I'd get it, and she told me that I would receive said paycheck when I pick up the next one. On April 15th. So I will be very, very poor for another three weeks or so, which is incredibly disappointing. I had plans for that money, dammit.
My complete and utter disbelief at how stupid and inconsiderate people are has skyrocketed, thanks to something that Goth Boy did just a little while ago. Adam's GameCube is down here, because we were playing Zelda earlier. Well, I guess His Royal Gothness saw it sitting there, because he comes up to Adam and asks if he has Metroid Prime. Adam says yes, because he does. Goth Boy proceeds to ask if he would bring it down to my room so that he (Goth Boy) could "mess around with it."
Ahem. I am not in any way African-American, but this just has to be said.
OH NO HE DIN'T.
What would possess you to go up to someone who you don't know - someone you've never even spoken to - and make such a request? I seriously cannot wrap my mind around this concept. When Emily was dating Justin, he would sometimes leave his Playstation here for her to use. I wouldn't ask him if he could bring some games over so that I could play them. It's just... wrong and horrible and so inappropriate that I want to decapitate that fucking bastard with my bare hands and drink his blood. Actually, scratch that last part. Ew. But jesus christ, people. Is that not wrong? It's intrusive and it makes me hate him even more. Because it's not like he knows Adam. He doesn't even know me. That's like going up to some stranger on the street and asking if they'd mind having you over for the weekend or something. Hello. No. This is not correct.
And seriously? This kid SO cannot pull of the Prince of Darkness/King of Pain look. Adam and I saw him walking over to see Emily this morning, and he's all black vinyl pants, big black boots, black shirt, black trench coat, greasy black hair, "hi, I carry a copy of the brilliant and hard to come by Satanic Bible in my huge pockets at all times." It's 65 degrees out today - not exactly trench coat weather, my foul not-friend. He looks like a closet geek who has wet dreams about masterminding Columbine. I mean, granted, the whole goth look generally leaves a bad taste in my mouth, but good christ. Some people can get away with it, but others (who shall remain nameless for lack of interest in writing out his name again) need to realize how incredibly stupid they look and move on to better, less annoying things.
Hello, my name is Amanda and I'm a shameless bigot. Whatever. I never claimed to be Little Miss Compassionate Humanitarian or anything. Besides, I can't be called a bigot. A bigot is one who is intolerant of people who aren't like him or her, and I'm not that way at all. In fact, I tend to very strongly dislike people who are like me. So it's not bigotry, it's equal-opportunity hatred. See? It all works out okay in the end.
In other, less bile-inducing news, as of last night I know how to cast-on, knit, and purl. And the new swatchy thing I started last night is actually a consistent width, so yay for me. It's a crappy little swatch of "stockinette stich" knitting which will later be used to learn to bind-off and stuff. Because it's useless unless you can close it up, right? Right. There are a whole slew of knitting-related "charities" (for lack of a better word) that I want to make things for as soon as I progress past making squares of useless stitches. Because as much as I hate everyone around me with a fierce and unending passion, it warms my shriveled little heart to be able to help the beleaguered masses in less fortunate places. And one of them gives homeless animals in shelters comfy blankets to sleep on, so I'm obviously very into that one, what with liking animals more than the human race and all.
Anyway... new Buffy tonight. I'm relatively unspoiled, so it should be exciting. I'll update later with thoughts on that and probably more bitching. Because I'm so good at bitching that I should get paid for it.
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