The One Where This House is a Circus, Berserk as Fuck

I walked into my house before work this afternoon to find it chaotic, as usual. My mother immediately asked me to help her unload shredded paper into a bag, the teapot was boiling vinegar without the lid on, and I could hear Na and my father talking loudly in our room.

Twenty minutes later, I have a headache and feel like I should never stop by the house before I go into work again. Mostly due to conversations involving transportation, a certain waitlist situation I have going on, and the reasons, or lack thereof, that my parents are driving my sister bananas.

I wish I was still driving around, blasting music. My plan for after work involves me stopping by my house, picking up my food, getting iced coffee/tea at dunkin, then driving back up to school with the music playing and windows open (weather permitting). Aaaaand then I have to return to my homework, especially the beast of a research paper waiting in the wings for me. Yaaaaay.

This weekend has clearly been filled with shenanigans, what with my constant paper obsessing and work.

The One Where I Wish I Was One of Those People Who Did Things Far in Advance

Because writing a thirty page paper in a single weekend is a little intense. At least I did the research for it ahead of time. Also, I don't really know if I would like splitting the work much more than this. I don't like unfinished projects hanging over my head. I'd rather just bang papers out like this. So really...go me?

I saw B.o.B. in concert last night. I'm pretty sure it was the first rap concert I've gone to. It was a lot of fun, one of the most fun concerts my school has provided.

The One With the Utter Laundry Frustration

I went back to the laundry room to pick up my clothes, but they were still soaking wet. I touched them and realized that they were sort of warm in some spots. This leads me to believe that the dryer is in fact working, but someone probably pulled the door open and then didn't properly close it. Now I'm thoroughly annoyed. I had no desire to go back there.

My life is so hard (overdramatic).

This has been a bunch of whining, hope you enjoyed it.

The One With a Conversation

I'm standing in the tutor center, trying to get a records sheet so I can help the girl that came in to learn stuff for her midterm. I'm stopped by a brunette in a sweatsuit.
"Do you know anything about that printer in there?" I had expected her to ask if I could help her with math that didn't fall under my job title. That happened all the time. This, at the time, seemed easier.
"Uh, only that there are two printers around here, and that they alternate being broken."
I had assumed that this would be the end of our conversation. I was incorrect. "So do you know if, since I printed something and didn't notice the giant 'Out of Order' sign, it will come out later when they fix it?"
"Uh..."
"Because I had already hit print, but then saw the sign."
"Well, it might...you could try deleting the print job, because it might print it when it gets back to working order."
"Even if I've already logged off I can do that?"
Seriously, I clearly had no idea about these printers. I'm a tutor, not a lab assistant (although to be honest, I don't think that the lab assistants know much about these printers. I've fixed them before but only by messing around with them until it prints my stuff). "Maybe. I really don't know. You could try." I have somebody who legitimately needs help, waiting for this girl to stop so I can do my job.
"Hmm...well okay. Are you going to be here for a long time?" At this point I'm hovering above my seat, about to sit down and tutor. I've even given the sheet to the girl to sign in.
"I'm here until one."
"Okay, well I'm going to the bathroom, so if Frank shows up, can you just tell him I'm here? I'll be right back, I'm just going to run there and run back."
"Sure, but I have no idea who that is."
"You don't know Frank?"
"Nope."
"Are you a tutor here?" As if knowing Frank is the measure of my legitimacy as a tutor in this establishment. Considering I've been tutoring for three plus years here, I bet I've been here longer than he has.
"Yes." Which would also explain as to why I wasn't of the utmost help with that printer problem I was being questioned about.
"Oh, well...I guess just oh well." And she left with this weird partially embarrassed look on her face.

This didn't have to be a weird conversation, but it was.

The One Where I Was Woken Up at 2 a.m. and I Didn't Even Get a Lousy T-Shirt

I probably should be more tired, but I'm not. My brain just isn't functioning at its normal pace. I ended up going to sleep at four, though it took me forever to fall asleep after that. Then I woke up at eight. I've only had one cup of coffee.

I'm sure that the exhaustion is going to come crashing down on me around six o'clock, when my history seminar starts. At least I only have it for an hour tonight. Then a meeting with the professor at eight and I can come back to the dorm and be entirely function and thought process deficient. Woooooooo.

The One Where I've Been Productive and Feel That I Can Just Do Nothing For a Bit

Although really, I should just keep doing work until I have to go to class for three hours.

I'm listening to the Redwalls right now. For some reason when I found them I thought they were an English band, but they are most definitely not (thank you Wikipedia). They're from Chicago. I can see why I'd confuse the two.

I was also under the impression that they were no longer together, but upon rereading this Wikipedia article I just found out that they are? It seems that a member left but they are still continuing with the whole music thing. Though their last CD came out four years ago...who knows. I'll have to look deeper into this. How was I so hopelessly misinformed? Maybe I'm thinking of a different band.

Last night I found that they had not one, but two daytrotter sessions available for download (this is what we call a score). I love daytrotter. I should also read up on why daytrotter exists, because having free acoustic recordings of songs by people like Rooney, the Young Veins and the Redwalls is awesome. I'd like to see what their purpose is, aside from supplying me with happiness.

The One Where I Tried Sushi

Yup, that was pretty much the day. We went out for sushi for dinner, but I'm not adventurous enough with my food to eat real sushi and I already know that I'm not a fan of California rolls. So I got a cucumber roll, which is just cucumber, rice and seaweed. It was good, although I still don't think I'm going to be eating it often, the seaweed texture is just weird.

Other than that, I sat outside on a bench this morning (early afternoon, whatever) and enjoyed a fresh bagel and a cup of coffee while Kt interviewed the bagel store owner's son for a project. That was lovely, considering how nice it was outside. That will not be the case tomorrow, when I'll have to swim up to the academic complex for tutoring and class at night due to the torrential downpour they are forecasting. I could be making this up, all I know is that the little weather thing on my mac's dashboard shows rain.

The One Where We Took Four and a Half Hour Road Trip

Today Kt and I ventured down to Rutgers for the second time this year. The first time was at the beginning of October to go see Donald Glover do stand up with some guy from The Office (who was clearly very important to me, considering I can't even remember who it was).

This time wasn't supposed to be as fun. For my history seminar we were supposed to go somewhere to access materials that we could not find at our local or school libraries, which is annoying and involved travel that I wasn't too keen on doing. I decided on Rutgers because I could drive there, rather than taking a train into the city, and could go to their library with Ben, who knows his way around the place.

While I got three more books that I can use for my paper, the one that I really needed (a translation of a five hundred year old book by a Dutch physician that those accused of witchcraft were really just girls who had some mental problems) (I know, my life is so exciting) was still checked out. They had a German copy, which was hardly legible due to the intricate calligraphy in which it was written. Oh well, I guess I'm just going to have to beg my professor to let me use his copy...

Because I'm sure as hell not buying it.

Other than that, we had a lovely jaunt to Starbucks, which reminded me of my love for their iced passion tea. It's such a pretty color and it's delightful to boot.

The only negative part of today was when a beat up car with a Confederate flag bumper sticker attempted to merge into Judith's (the beetle's) passenger side. That was adrenaline rush inducing, in the terrified-your-car-is-about-to-be-crushed-because-bugs-crumble-like-aluminum-foil sort of way. Worry not, Judith is in one piece, and I'm exhausted so the adrenaline rush has faded from my system.

The One Where It's April Fool's Day

Not that April Fool's Day has ever made any sort of an impact on my life. The best April Fool's Day thing I've seen today (and in recent memory) is that Hulu tricked out its homepage so it looks like it's operating in the 90's.

It's a Friday night. I'm a senior in college. I'm clearly going to be taking part in chaotic, reckless debauchery tonight. Psshhhht. My big plans for the night include sitting on the couch in our common room, watching Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights with the rest of 19B. We're going to be wearing our jimjams and eating Cars sandwiches. And I wouldn't have it any other way.