Negatron

It's only Tuesday night, and I feel as though it's been a really, really long week already.

I think that happy feeling I had a while ago has long since evaporated. I've been mad at people left, right and centre, for various reasons, most of them being rational.

My attitude right about now is a massive load of whatever. If friends don't want to treat me as any more than a second-rate friend, that's cool. I've got enough of them to be going on with anyway.

As proof of how bad it's been, friends have also had bad things happen to them this past week. Irene got a bad allergic reaction AND had her car hit, Banh got himself food poisoned, and Zara broke her toe. Oh, and mum's quite sick too. It's all been rather depressive and gloomy. I mean, there hasn't been proper sunlight for ages. It's all just rain and cloud, and more rain and cloud, with a bit of wind now and then to keep things fresh.

Despite all these negative vibes, there was a bit of respite this afternoon. In the library, while fruitlessly searching for books, I ran into John and Tamara. Good people, both of them. Then I ran into Meng, before Orrin finally got there for our hastily-scheduled meeting. That was good. Got some of the weight off my chest. Amazing how cathartic talking to someone is. It feels like a burden that's been halved. Or something. Although I had to suffer through Meng and Orrin geeking out about their Android megaphones and whatnot.

Hopefully all the negativity has now been spent, and a brighter next few days awaits. Here's to a happy last-few-days-before-not-very-mid-sem-break.

Word of the Day: Vibes

Being strange makes us unique. But still strange.

I have been known to ask strange questions now and again. Hell, I've been accused of being strange more times than I can count. Most of the time with good reason. But something happened today that, while not the weirdest thing that has happened to me ever, was definitely up there. Possibly in the top 5.

Ok, so there's this girl in my French tute ("Ha, of course they're weird then," I hear you say, "they're Arts students." And to that I reply, "Ha. Ha. Ha." Even though you have a very valid point) who's very cute. Cute, as in she behaves like, and has the mannerisms of, a 10-year-old girl. Today, she asked me for a pencil. But it had to be a sharp one, not a blunt one.

You probably think that's the extent of the weirdness. Like, just sharpen it, right?

No. The strange part follows below.

I go, "Is a pacer alright?"

And the girl (her name is Annie) replies: "A what?"

Of course, as a defence mechanism, I bust out my semi-sarcasm. "Pacer. You know. Mechanical pencil." And to illustrate my point, I wave it in front of her face. And Annie, being totally serious, goes "Oh, that's what you meant. Yeah. That'll do. But what did you call it?"

"A pacer."

"Oh. Right." She gives me a strange looks, then starts writing whatever she intended on writing with my pacer in the first place. But the funniest thing was that Liz, another girl (they make up about 80% of Arts subjects except for politics) in my French tute, saves me from looking like a socially-detached moron by saying to Annie "What do you call it then?"

"A tube with lead in it."

You probably think that Annie's a fob. She's not. She speaks flawless English. Sure, she's Russian, but not like, "I'm Yuri and I drink vodka" Russian. Like, I'm almost 100% sure she was born here. As I said, bizarre. If you don't think that whole exchange was weird, especially with the bonus of Liz backing me up, I'll re-enact it through role-play next time we meet.

Speaking of which, I ran into Tamara three times on Tuesday. Once was already like overload. Three times? What did I do to deserve this?

Only kidding Tamara. I actually love people stalking me. Please don't kill me.

Word of the Day: Weird