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kyrasantae
Catching up with the rest of the week
I had a total nervous breakdown on Tuesday night. I posted this on Monday night not because I had just thought of it just then but that I was discussing stuff that I could do with my friends at home here this weekend but it escalated into a selfishness vs. friendship argument. I was already visibly distraught on Monday night, but on Tuesday I still wanted to figure out what to do with my friends and thought of a new argument for my side, so I brought it up and then all Hell erupted.
There was nothing else I could do but to bawl until even a Neighbour from Hell knocked on my wall (at which time I shut up for a bit then resumed) while playing rounds and rounds of solitare (I swear I must have played 50 that night. And the darned stats counter got stuck so it never recorded my stats! I was on a winning streak!)...Then I guess Dana heard me, and although I know we don't exactly like each other the most, she came upstairs with cookies and a cup of hot chocolate. And we talked about everything. Awww...I like people who are at least willing to listen, even if they normally act contrary to my beliefs.
I phoned my mom yesterday and I mentioned my belief to her (the one in the two posts below, which are basically the same, except that the Chinese one acknowledges that the idea may be a bit selfish) - and the weirdest thing is, my whole dealie with people who drink is probably the only thing I can tell that she really understands about me. (Except that I drink more than she thinks I drinks; but my parents don't need to know that. They'd get unnecessarily worried about me drinking too much when it's quite clear to you, the reader, that I have never actually gotten drunk before and sure don't want to, ever.)
Zoe gave me Odd Boy's phone number, which I was slightly uncomfortable using because he says he likes to keep his privacy by not giving that stuff out. It was refreshing to talk to him though, since I haven't heard his voice since June. Neither Zoe or Odd Boy could help me in regards to my homework, since they are busy with a few large projects themselves.
I phoned Creepy Mike today, that was really weird. He sounds like a very civil sort of guy over the phone, compared to when he was drunk. Well, he was drunk the other time. That explains a lot. Hopefully he can help me with my ENGG130 homework when we meet on Saturday, since UCers have a midterm for that stuff (statics) next week, and they just finished learning the stuff in the unit that we're on (frames and machines - funny that we're at the same point now, since only last week they were a unit ahead...).
I'm assuming he was pretty drunk last night, since he was telling me about how it was his ESS 'initiation' and stuff, and that he had little idea what he was doing. I guess I can forgive him for that, as he certainly didn't get all giddy and hyper when he was drunk. I recall him actually feeling kinda crappy and telling himself not to drink anymore (after having first tried to get me to drink the Malibu he smuggled in and subsequently spilled on my pants, LOL). And I guess we're in this whole Hell called engineering together, as Chinese brother and sister. Heh. As whitewashed as he is...
I also heard that one of his friend's friends died from alcohol poisoning when his buddies forced him to drink more than he could handle last week. Even though I don't know who this person is, I do feel angry for the fools who killed him and inexplicably sorrowful because if you let yourself go so far with your drinking this is what's going to happen to you!!! Either you'll get hurt or you'll hurt somebody else!!!
To the bad karma/divine intervention part:
Remember the close call with justice? The time that Creepy Mike lost a knife in the mail? And also that time when he forgot to bring the knife he was going to bring for me? He ended up wanting to mail it to me, but his bag (with the package inside) got stolen so that got lost too.
Gee, doesn't this sound a lot like a divine conspiracy to keep me from getting these things into my hands? Perhaps this divine being knows that it can't directly influence my actions (so I can buy my own) but instead influences the circumstances so that I can't ever get any as gifts from others...
I had a total nervous breakdown on Tuesday night. I posted this on Monday night not because I had just thought of it just then but that I was discussing stuff that I could do with my friends at home here this weekend but it escalated into a selfishness vs. friendship argument. I was already visibly distraught on Monday night, but on Tuesday I still wanted to figure out what to do with my friends and thought of a new argument for my side, so I brought it up and then all Hell erupted.
There was nothing else I could do but to bawl until even a Neighbour from Hell knocked on my wall (at which time I shut up for a bit then resumed) while playing rounds and rounds of solitare (I swear I must have played 50 that night. And the darned stats counter got stuck so it never recorded my stats! I was on a winning streak!)...Then I guess Dana heard me, and although I know we don't exactly like each other the most, she came upstairs with cookies and a cup of hot chocolate. And we talked about everything. Awww...I like people who are at least willing to listen, even if they normally act contrary to my beliefs.
I phoned my mom yesterday and I mentioned my belief to her (the one in the two posts below, which are basically the same, except that the Chinese one acknowledges that the idea may be a bit selfish) - and the weirdest thing is, my whole dealie with people who drink is probably the only thing I can tell that she really understands about me. (Except that I drink more than she thinks I drinks; but my parents don't need to know that. They'd get unnecessarily worried about me drinking too much when it's quite clear to you, the reader, that I have never actually gotten drunk before and sure don't want to, ever.)
Zoe gave me Odd Boy's phone number, which I was slightly uncomfortable using because he says he likes to keep his privacy by not giving that stuff out. It was refreshing to talk to him though, since I haven't heard his voice since June. Neither Zoe or Odd Boy could help me in regards to my homework, since they are busy with a few large projects themselves.
I phoned Creepy Mike today, that was really weird. He sounds like a very civil sort of guy over the phone, compared to when he was drunk. Well, he was drunk the other time. That explains a lot. Hopefully he can help me with my ENGG130 homework when we meet on Saturday, since UCers have a midterm for that stuff (statics) next week, and they just finished learning the stuff in the unit that we're on (frames and machines - funny that we're at the same point now, since only last week they were a unit ahead...).
I'm assuming he was pretty drunk last night, since he was telling me about how it was his ESS 'initiation' and stuff, and that he had little idea what he was doing. I guess I can forgive him for that, as he certainly didn't get all giddy and hyper when he was drunk. I recall him actually feeling kinda crappy and telling himself not to drink anymore (after having first tried to get me to drink the Malibu he smuggled in and subsequently spilled on my pants, LOL). And I guess we're in this whole Hell called engineering together, as Chinese brother and sister. Heh. As whitewashed as he is...
I also heard that one of his friend's friends died from alcohol poisoning when his buddies forced him to drink more than he could handle last week. Even though I don't know who this person is, I do feel angry for the fools who killed him and inexplicably sorrowful because if you let yourself go so far with your drinking this is what's going to happen to you!!! Either you'll get hurt or you'll hurt somebody else!!!
To the bad karma/divine intervention part:
Remember the close call with justice? The time that Creepy Mike lost a knife in the mail? And also that time when he forgot to bring the knife he was going to bring for me? He ended up wanting to mail it to me, but his bag (with the package inside) got stolen so that got lost too.
Gee, doesn't this sound a lot like a divine conspiracy to keep me from getting these things into my hands? Perhaps this divine being knows that it can't directly influence my actions (so I can buy my own) but instead influences the circumstances so that I can't ever get any as gifts from others...
