SCANDALOUS AND SHOCKING
Sunday
My dad was to be up in Athens to visit me tomorrow (the first Monday of this post), and at the time I thought that is was an opportune week for him to be up here, a couple of week before midterms, hopefully not that much homework, but it turns out that one of my teachers assigned my group a presentation for Thursday (the first one) and another one a test (Wednesday).
As for the group presentation, I wanted to get done with all the preparations by Monday, but I had heard nothing from any of the members. I thought that since I was added to the group by the teacher only three weeks before that they didn't know about me. I checked my email early in the morning and found there was a meeting scheduled for 4:30 at the Edifice (which I no longer work at). Where wasn't actually specified, so when I got there I sat at the café area near the coffee shop, because I figured that it was the best place for people to go when unacquainted people are trying to find each other. I sat there for a half hour (I arrived 20 minutes early so we could go ahead and start), but when no one even vaguely familiar appeared I decided to sweep the Edifice looking for some sign of the people in that class.
The Edifice, as I once imparted to high school kids as a tour guide (which I wasn't very good at), has four floors, five-hundred computers, twenty-six class rooms, one thousand three hundred windows, and ninety-six study rooms (on floors 2-4).
Just so you know.
I was checking all the study rooms, and it took me about ten minutes to make a complete circuit of all the applicable floors. About halfway through I fashioned a sign emblazoned with the course number and attached it to my satchel such that it was very visible, hoping to catch the attention of one of the other group members, who must be in the same predicament I was. I returned to the coffee shop and propped up my little sign on the table and stayed for another 45 minutes, then I got disgusted and left.
Monday
I decided that I would use the railroad tracks that cut in front of my apartment complex and through campus to get where I wanted to go, but when I got to where the tracks went over a road, because even though it was only about a 30 foot span, and even though the ties were only about three inches apart, I could still see through them to the road below and I got too scared. I had to backtrack about a two minute walk to get to level ground and a sidewalk.
I arrived at the hotel my dad was staying at and told him I could only stay an hour (I'd heard nothing more about the group, but I was ever so optimistic), and he was annoyed, because it's a lot of trouble for him to make the trip.
I was annoyed too, but I don't like to fail things.
...
You know what?
Fuck this post.
The rest of the week, in short: My dad was unhappy that I was so busy, so was I. I did badly on the test, which turned out to be just a quiz, and it turned out not to matter as the professor wasn't counting it for some reason. I did my share for the group presentation, but it was without any input from anyone else, because I couldn't get any (we never met until the day we presented). Some other guy did his share and more which probably saved us from theshepherd'ss crook, one person did very little, and one person didn't show. We were up there for 55 minutes, and it wasn't good.
Enough about that, no one cares.
It was Inamorata's 21st Saturday (Sunday actually), and so I decided to join her and mutual friends downtown (No PVC, she's 19 and doesn't like to drink). I got liquored up a little beforehand, because people are always telling me how much better I am when I'm drunk.
I realized I was going to have to steel myself, because on this of all days she was going to look absolutely amazing.
Inamorata and 10,000 spoons broke up, bye the bye, towards the end of summer. It was pretty bad, they can't be in the same room anymore. I once heard her talking about it, and I had to really repress not to giggle at all the very hurtful things she was saying about him, because I am a bastard and had resented (past tense) him for having her when I wanted her, even though he's one of my better friends and certainly had no idea how I felt about her.
"Having" and "wanting" are the key words in the sentence by which I may be classified.
Anyways, I arrived, and she looked wonderful, but it was okay, so that was good, comma comma, period.
Drank the night away, etc. She flirted with me very mildly, because she was drunk, but I didn't feel those damnable pangs, so it was okay (that's the refrain to this song).
On Sunday nothing particularly interesting happened that I remember.
I might take up fencing, but only as a hobby as there's really no way I can become particularly good at it at this late day.
I went to practice both times this week, and because I am out of shape, a drinker, and a (possibly former, I haven't had a cigarette in a month) heavy smoker, it took stuff out of me.
I would take up fencing, because it's not like I'm not a big enough ponce as it is.
10,000 spoons is also taking up fencing, and I'm glad because that means I have a friend learning it with me (even though he's a week ahead of me) and it's less lonely.
We might also join a debating society. In my case that's a bigger "might".
Whatever, I'm being boring.
Have a link, which is also boring.
Right.
So, to reiterate: Fuck this Post.
My dad was to be up in Athens to visit me tomorrow (the first Monday of this post), and at the time I thought that is was an opportune week for him to be up here, a couple of week before midterms, hopefully not that much homework, but it turns out that one of my teachers assigned my group a presentation for Thursday (the first one) and another one a test (Wednesday).
As for the group presentation, I wanted to get done with all the preparations by Monday, but I had heard nothing from any of the members. I thought that since I was added to the group by the teacher only three weeks before that they didn't know about me. I checked my email early in the morning and found there was a meeting scheduled for 4:30 at the Edifice (which I no longer work at). Where wasn't actually specified, so when I got there I sat at the café area near the coffee shop, because I figured that it was the best place for people to go when unacquainted people are trying to find each other. I sat there for a half hour (I arrived 20 minutes early so we could go ahead and start), but when no one even vaguely familiar appeared I decided to sweep the Edifice looking for some sign of the people in that class.
The Edifice, as I once imparted to high school kids as a tour guide (which I wasn't very good at), has four floors, five-hundred computers, twenty-six class rooms, one thousand three hundred windows, and ninety-six study rooms (on floors 2-4).
Just so you know.
I was checking all the study rooms, and it took me about ten minutes to make a complete circuit of all the applicable floors. About halfway through I fashioned a sign emblazoned with the course number and attached it to my satchel such that it was very visible, hoping to catch the attention of one of the other group members, who must be in the same predicament I was. I returned to the coffee shop and propped up my little sign on the table and stayed for another 45 minutes, then I got disgusted and left.
Monday
I decided that I would use the railroad tracks that cut in front of my apartment complex and through campus to get where I wanted to go, but when I got to where the tracks went over a road, because even though it was only about a 30 foot span, and even though the ties were only about three inches apart, I could still see through them to the road below and I got too scared. I had to backtrack about a two minute walk to get to level ground and a sidewalk.
I arrived at the hotel my dad was staying at and told him I could only stay an hour (I'd heard nothing more about the group, but I was ever so optimistic), and he was annoyed, because it's a lot of trouble for him to make the trip.
I was annoyed too, but I don't like to fail things.
...
You know what?
Fuck this post.
The rest of the week, in short: My dad was unhappy that I was so busy, so was I. I did badly on the test, which turned out to be just a quiz, and it turned out not to matter as the professor wasn't counting it for some reason. I did my share for the group presentation, but it was without any input from anyone else, because I couldn't get any (we never met until the day we presented). Some other guy did his share and more which probably saved us from theshepherd'ss crook, one person did very little, and one person didn't show. We were up there for 55 minutes, and it wasn't good.
Enough about that, no one cares.
It was Inamorata's 21st Saturday (Sunday actually), and so I decided to join her and mutual friends downtown (No PVC, she's 19 and doesn't like to drink). I got liquored up a little beforehand, because people are always telling me how much better I am when I'm drunk.
I realized I was going to have to steel myself, because on this of all days she was going to look absolutely amazing.
Inamorata and 10,000 spoons broke up, bye the bye, towards the end of summer. It was pretty bad, they can't be in the same room anymore. I once heard her talking about it, and I had to really repress not to giggle at all the very hurtful things she was saying about him, because I am a bastard and had resented (past tense) him for having her when I wanted her, even though he's one of my better friends and certainly had no idea how I felt about her.
"Having" and "wanting" are the key words in the sentence by which I may be classified.
Anyways, I arrived, and she looked wonderful, but it was okay, so that was good, comma comma, period.
Drank the night away, etc. She flirted with me very mildly, because she was drunk, but I didn't feel those damnable pangs, so it was okay (that's the refrain to this song).
On Sunday nothing particularly interesting happened that I remember.
I might take up fencing, but only as a hobby as there's really no way I can become particularly good at it at this late day.
I went to practice both times this week, and because I am out of shape, a drinker, and a (possibly former, I haven't had a cigarette in a month) heavy smoker, it took stuff out of me.
I would take up fencing, because it's not like I'm not a big enough ponce as it is.
10,000 spoons is also taking up fencing, and I'm glad because that means I have a friend learning it with me (even though he's a week ahead of me) and it's less lonely.
We might also join a debating society. In my case that's a bigger "might".
Whatever, I'm being boring.
Have a link, which is also boring.
Right.
So, to reiterate: Fuck this Post.
posted by Sean at 9:42 AM
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