Sorry I haven't written much in a while. Very busy. You know the routine. Anyhow, this week was pretty interesting. We had to sign the roommate contracts and I listed everything I don't like, so the situation has been quite a lot better. So good. No moving. At least for now.
On Wednesday, Aunt Linda and Uncle Sam randomly showed up. I knew they would be in Boston this past week, but I was on my way to my first day of work in the UC (University Center for those of you who don't know) and I get the phone call:
"Hey, Tali! We're sitting in our car right on the street here!" and that ended up being right outside my dorm.
I got someone to cover the first hour of my shift for me...she felt bad, I guess, because I was in a rather frazzled state. They took me out to lunch at this really awesome Vietnamese place called Dal-At or something like that.
Work ended up being just wonderful. Since I'm a Building Ops Manager, I get to haul furniture everywhere for hours and hours to set up various events. It's the kind of stuff invisible servants do. When you're the leisurely one, you miraculously find the room set up without a trace of other people. It's all just done by magic. Yeah...magic is my manual labor and dropping 50lb chairs on my foot. It still hurts.
It's not so bad, though. It was fun and I got my work out. Hahaha. I had the late shift on Thursday night from 10am to 3am. I had performed in the open mic night right before it and had my guitar with me for the whole night and just sand and played for literally 5 hours. My fingers turned black and were swollen for about 24 hours. But it was worth it.
Another thing I wanted to address in here is men. Since when have I been considered just a girl?? I'm so used to being "just one of the guys" I don't even know where to begin with all these guys. Suddenly, apparently, I'm an attractive "woman" or whatever. What the hell? And although I've known this forever, I've never really experienced it firsthand, but can guys just not keep their hands to themselves? At all? It's ridiculous.
"Don't tickle me." "Don't touch me now." "Don't do that." "Don't do this."
And they stop for about two seconds and look dejected and I roll my eyes at their stupid attempts to woo me with their supposed romantic pick-up lines they picked up from some theater or whatever--and then it begins again.
Oh well. I suppose I'm a bit amused by the whole situation and flings seem to be my way of doing things. Well, only twice in my life so far, but I'm getting sick of it, personally. Not physically, but the mind is much, much more powerful than the body and I'd rather be driven by that and overcome everything else.
Enough of that. I have to finish Frankenstein. It's a great book (again) and I love reading it critically for class. I've been lent many quite awesome books and Aldous Huxley is everywhere in my room now. The reading material abounds! Anyhow, I'm disgusted at the government as usual and how it refuses to help anyone in New Orleans or otherwise within its own borders.
And refuse help from other countries on top of it all! Damn the Bush Administration! I'm very happy I participated in the campaign for Pat Jehlen to oust those damned conservatives who don't give a damn about the people and only about their oh-so-precious money pockets. And guess what? She won. And even though it was for the State Senate, it's something. And Massachusetts rocks. It's actually funny, because every conservative I've encountered here has absolutely hated the current administration because it supports everything the supposed "platform" is against.
I'm done ranting now. Hope everyone is well. I'll write again soon.
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