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bloodygranuaileGah. Today just like yesterday. School amusing, then came home and spent the entire afternoon and evening doing too much homework that's due tomorrow because I hadn't done the amount of work beforehand that I was supposed to because I'm a dreadful procrastinator, and it took so long because my attention span has been somewhat short, and so I was on AIM chatting with people while attempting to do homework. Have done too much typing today; hand really hurt up until about half an hour ago when I went and took a shower, which really helped. *happy* Although tomorrow is probably going to be more of the same, as have big History thing due Thursday that I'm way way behind on.
*siiiigh* Have been informed that I've probably "hit the Tower" already; reference to my bizarre tarot card reading. Thought the catastrophe would be more... well, catastrophic, this seems to be a series of tedious things all piled together that's just plagueing my afternoons. Ah well...
Things socially have been simply evil, not because anything really major happened, but because apparently several interesting things have happened that are mostly small enough for me to not notice (not hard), but large enough that Eddy finds it amusing to torment me with what she's not telling me.
And again because of the damned tarot reading, Ella has found a new way to irritate me to death--informing me who I "like" without me agreeing to it. Gah. In the tarot reading, the card that had represented Matt in the past few readings showed up next to the two of cups, and Ella jumps immediately to "You like him! Squee, I'm so happy for you!" o.O So, yeah... and then she bugs me to see if she's right, and I have all the romance savvy of a dead duck (and told her so), so basically because I don't know anything, she gets to decide these things for me. I'm still going *poke* *poke* "Ella, hon, two of cups stands for love, not fangirly silly fluffy schoolgirl crush. So stop doing the teenager thing with the inaccurate splitting it up or whatever the hell you're doing." I sort of caved and gave her a "Possibly; don't tell anyone" to get her to shut up already. Didn't particularly work. She still kept squeeing. Gah. I love Ella dearly, but she was annoying me.
And then was talking to Thalia about it (Me: "So, I have a question. You get your cards read, and they say you're in love with the person doing the reading. Is that an awkward social situation?" Thalia: o.O "Did that HAPPEN?") and she wasn't particularly being helpful (no offense, Thalia), generally asking the usual question of "So, do you like him in That way?" and I'm still thinking "What the hell does a capitalized 'That' mean?" because I'm still having trouble figuring out from all the crap I read how it's different from that self-conciou social awkwardness that never, ever goes completely away. *sigh* I'm so bloody clueless sometimes. And then Thalia (whom I love dearly, make no mistake) has to go and ask the unhelpful and (to me, at least) fairly incomprehensible question of "Is he hot?"
Gah. I can never answer those questions anyway, because I don't particularly think in those terms. Teenagers confuuuuuse me. And while I spend a bit of time trying to figure out how I think and can usually figure it out to some degree, the way other people think just completely loses me.
Anyway, I'm not quite as confused as I probably sound, I just needed that out of my system 'cos it was in there and I didn't want it distracting me, so now I've written it all out and am left just with a vague feeling of "What the hell are they all talking about anyway?"
Am now going, as my hand is starting to hurt again. Damn English papers.
~Claudia Beth
*siiiigh* Have been informed that I've probably "hit the Tower" already; reference to my bizarre tarot card reading. Thought the catastrophe would be more... well, catastrophic, this seems to be a series of tedious things all piled together that's just plagueing my afternoons. Ah well...
Things socially have been simply evil, not because anything really major happened, but because apparently several interesting things have happened that are mostly small enough for me to not notice (not hard), but large enough that Eddy finds it amusing to torment me with what she's not telling me.
And again because of the damned tarot reading, Ella has found a new way to irritate me to death--informing me who I "like" without me agreeing to it. Gah. In the tarot reading, the card that had represented Matt in the past few readings showed up next to the two of cups, and Ella jumps immediately to "You like him! Squee, I'm so happy for you!" o.O So, yeah... and then she bugs me to see if she's right, and I have all the romance savvy of a dead duck (and told her so), so basically because I don't know anything, she gets to decide these things for me. I'm still going *poke* *poke* "Ella, hon, two of cups stands for love, not fangirly silly fluffy schoolgirl crush. So stop doing the teenager thing with the inaccurate splitting it up or whatever the hell you're doing." I sort of caved and gave her a "Possibly; don't tell anyone" to get her to shut up already. Didn't particularly work. She still kept squeeing. Gah. I love Ella dearly, but she was annoying me.
And then was talking to Thalia about it (Me: "So, I have a question. You get your cards read, and they say you're in love with the person doing the reading. Is that an awkward social situation?" Thalia: o.O "Did that HAPPEN?") and she wasn't particularly being helpful (no offense, Thalia), generally asking the usual question of "So, do you like him in That way?" and I'm still thinking "What the hell does a capitalized 'That' mean?" because I'm still having trouble figuring out from all the crap I read how it's different from that self-conciou social awkwardness that never, ever goes completely away. *sigh* I'm so bloody clueless sometimes. And then Thalia (whom I love dearly, make no mistake) has to go and ask the unhelpful and (to me, at least) fairly incomprehensible question of "Is he hot?"
Gah. I can never answer those questions anyway, because I don't particularly think in those terms. Teenagers confuuuuuse me. And while I spend a bit of time trying to figure out how I think and can usually figure it out to some degree, the way other people think just completely loses me.
Anyway, I'm not quite as confused as I probably sound, I just needed that out of my system 'cos it was in there and I didn't want it distracting me, so now I've written it all out and am left just with a vague feeling of "What the hell are they all talking about anyway?"
Am now going, as my hand is starting to hurt again. Damn English papers.
~Claudia Beth
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Date: 2003-05-06 07:44 pm (UTC)i left ya alone yesterday... well, today, but a few hours ago so it doesn't count anymore as today.
*dies* x.x
Date: 2003-05-08 04:08 pm (UTC)-_- *sweatdrop* I'm really sorry, Claudia! I didn't mean to be such a dense blockhead! I'm just so hormonally influenced, I barely know what it feels like not to be in a semi-permanent state of lust/love anymore! X.x you should have *told* me...
*dies*
Anyway, you don't have to like him if you don't. And trust me when I say you'll know what That Way means in a few years ;)
~Thalia
*hugs*
Date: 2003-05-08 04:52 pm (UTC)~Claudia
Sorry...
Date: 2003-05-09 04:00 am (UTC)~Ella
*blink?*
Date: 2003-05-10 09:18 am (UTC)