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[Continued from previous entry]
Creepy guy on my bed - should I be worried?
Hmm...now Mike-I-don't-know-... is on my bed. Operative word being on. Not in. Allow me to explain. The sofa bed in the living room was occupied by one of my roommates' friends, so we hung out in my room. He helped me sharpen my knife, then gave me tons of quarters for all of my loonies and toonies [this is from the loot that he jacked from the bar] so I now have lots of change in quarters [and he has lots of change in loonies and toonies]. Then he wanted to try Big Rock so I sold him one and he paid with more quarters and also insisted on reimbursing me for the food. Whatever. Now he's like, really drunk.
We also ate the last mooncake I had. I know mooncakes offer a little bit of resistance when you cut them with a paring knife but for the love of God, for him it's just 'zing,' slice, done. Fark!
Note to all U of C geers: you might think we're slack, but we actually have 8am classes! And our buildings aren't open on weekends so all weekend studying is done either at home or in the library.
Then he told me about why his last name doesn't look Asian. He said it's some Malay transliteration of the Hakka pronunciation of his Chinese surname, even though the result does look a little Vietnamese, on second thought. I shared some music, freaked him out by singing along to fast Finnish songs (because learning to follow the syllables on paper takes some practice), let him look at my yearbook, told IB stories, and stuff. All of a sudden it's 5am and he throws himself on my bed and falls asleep. Which was okay, because I hadn't planned on sleeping. I wasn't too tired, since I caught some scattered winks between 1 and 5 in the afternoon yesterday.
So I did mostly nothing until I kicked him awake at 9. Well, not completely nothing. Part of me wanted to stab this guy because he sort of had a creepy aura but I couldn't because he was kinda sleeping against the wall so in the way of me getting to my knife; he was face down so I couldn't snitch his and use it; plus, mostly, he's trained in hapkido and I didn't want to mess with that or making a big mess in my room. Haha.
[Note to readers: I wish I could go further and describe exactly how and what I felt in the creepy aura, but words fail me.]
I had breakfast and left him downstairs in the mall to wait for his friend, then went to choir rehearsal. I feel like I really owe him for what he owes me, since he wants to go out of his way to find and buy me a nice but cheap knife plus send me the other one he dug up from his collection. At the same time though, how much is it worth to have a place to stay on a snowy night?
I couldn't imagine that there was so much snow already! I almost fell asleep during the more boring songs. I'm not sure if I was even singing when I zoned out like that.
When I came back from choir I tried to think about what I wanted to eat for lunch. Ben [sorry I don't have his Chinese name yet] messaged me and wondered if I was alright, since he had just read my previous entry [the one below this]. We decided to meet for lunch at the A&W, and then we fought over our bill, because he somehow always feels like he owes me something. We ate and he mentioned the dark rings around my eyes, and we talked about Mike's general creepiness. And about knives, of course.
He joined me to my flat and we talked a little, he played with my knives a bit, and eventually he persuaded me to curl up in bed and sleep. And he stayed by me until I fell asleep; I know this because I remember (just barely) seeing him leave a note on my table and leaving. Aww...so sweet of him.
Then my dad phoned me at 7:30 and woke me up. Now it's 1:15 and I'm not tired. Bah.
[Some of you may be asking why I didn't just try to sleep for 4 hours between 5 and 9, a.k.a. why didn't I kick Mike off my bed. The answer is, if I were to sleep at 5, at the four/five hour mark in my sleeping pattern it's like nothing will wake me up, let alone if I'm as tired as I was. It's the reason why I have trouble waking up with ample time for breakfast before chem class, because I'm up so late but then I have to get up at around 6:30 to get ready, because I want to cook a proper breakfast. I've never actually managed to pull that off.]
Creepy guy on my bed - should I be worried?
Hmm...now Mike-I-don't-know-... is on my bed. Operative word being on. Not in. Allow me to explain. The sofa bed in the living room was occupied by one of my roommates' friends, so we hung out in my room. He helped me sharpen my knife, then gave me tons of quarters for all of my loonies and toonies [this is from the loot that he jacked from the bar] so I now have lots of change in quarters [and he has lots of change in loonies and toonies]. Then he wanted to try Big Rock so I sold him one and he paid with more quarters and also insisted on reimbursing me for the food. Whatever. Now he's like, really drunk.
We also ate the last mooncake I had. I know mooncakes offer a little bit of resistance when you cut them with a paring knife but for the love of God, for him it's just 'zing,' slice, done. Fark!
Note to all U of C geers: you might think we're slack, but we actually have 8am classes! And our buildings aren't open on weekends so all weekend studying is done either at home or in the library.
Then he told me about why his last name doesn't look Asian. He said it's some Malay transliteration of the Hakka pronunciation of his Chinese surname, even though the result does look a little Vietnamese, on second thought. I shared some music, freaked him out by singing along to fast Finnish songs (because learning to follow the syllables on paper takes some practice), let him look at my yearbook, told IB stories, and stuff. All of a sudden it's 5am and he throws himself on my bed and falls asleep. Which was okay, because I hadn't planned on sleeping. I wasn't too tired, since I caught some scattered winks between 1 and 5 in the afternoon yesterday.
So I did mostly nothing until I kicked him awake at 9. Well, not completely nothing. Part of me wanted to stab this guy because he sort of had a creepy aura but I couldn't because he was kinda sleeping against the wall so in the way of me getting to my knife; he was face down so I couldn't snitch his and use it; plus, mostly, he's trained in hapkido and I didn't want to mess with that or making a big mess in my room. Haha.
[Note to readers: I wish I could go further and describe exactly how and what I felt in the creepy aura, but words fail me.]
I had breakfast and left him downstairs in the mall to wait for his friend, then went to choir rehearsal. I feel like I really owe him for what he owes me, since he wants to go out of his way to find and buy me a nice but cheap knife plus send me the other one he dug up from his collection. At the same time though, how much is it worth to have a place to stay on a snowy night?
I couldn't imagine that there was so much snow already! I almost fell asleep during the more boring songs. I'm not sure if I was even singing when I zoned out like that.
When I came back from choir I tried to think about what I wanted to eat for lunch. Ben [sorry I don't have his Chinese name yet] messaged me and wondered if I was alright, since he had just read my previous entry [the one below this]. We decided to meet for lunch at the A&W, and then we fought over our bill, because he somehow always feels like he owes me something. We ate and he mentioned the dark rings around my eyes, and we talked about Mike's general creepiness. And about knives, of course.
He joined me to my flat and we talked a little, he played with my knives a bit, and eventually he persuaded me to curl up in bed and sleep. And he stayed by me until I fell asleep; I know this because I remember (just barely) seeing him leave a note on my table and leaving. Aww...so sweet of him.
Then my dad phoned me at 7:30 and woke me up. Now it's 1:15 and I'm not tired. Bah.
[Some of you may be asking why I didn't just try to sleep for 4 hours between 5 and 9, a.k.a. why didn't I kick Mike off my bed. The answer is, if I were to sleep at 5, at the four/five hour mark in my sleeping pattern it's like nothing will wake me up, let alone if I'm as tired as I was. It's the reason why I have trouble waking up with ample time for breakfast before chem class, because I'm up so late but then I have to get up at around 6:30 to get ready, because I want to cook a proper breakfast. I've never actually managed to pull that off.]
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Date: 2004-10-17 01:23 am (UTC)Was intoxication involved in any way?
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Date: 2004-10-17 01:26 am (UTC)