Post Holiday Blah

I hate the feeling that sets in after the holiday huzzah is over. At least Christmas is still on the way, otherwise I'd feel so hopeless. I would say that December 26 is easily the worst day ever, because it feels like there's nothing else to look forward to. Well, New Year's I guess. But who even CELEBRATES that?!??!!!!!!!!!!!??!!??!!?!?

What a strange era it is to be in your 20- something's. You're expected to act at least 30, all the while being treated at maximum like you are 16. Today someone explained to me that the bathroom was right behind me, located conveniently underneath the sign labeling it "Restroom." I was like, thanks. Even if I were as young as I look, I still wouldn't be so much of an idiot that I wouldn't make the connection between a bathroom and a sign for a bathroom. And then a blind person walked by and was like "Yeah even I figured it out." That didn't happen. But it should have.

There's a simple explanation for why this happened though. Two types of people I've found in the world (two of many) are one: the type that announce everything that they're going to do to everyone in the room (me). The second type is that of the know-it-all-over-concerned-with-random-strangers-and-gives-you-uneeded-help-for-god-knows-what-reason. These two types should never be mixed and matched, or even have a milisecond run in. The reason for this is the scenerio just described. The combination of these two types of people could result in personality explosions everywhere. WATCH. OUT.

Hair Dye

I'm waiting for the hair dye to do its work. That is my main reason for updating right now. The hub-bub of thanksgiving is beginning to do its thing. My mom is starting to freak out. And in my own way I am too, by ignoring the three papers I ought to be writing. Right now it seems I've been spending almost 80% of my time on this. Please don't laugh. Okay I guess I sorta deserve to be laughed at. But it's what happens when one minute you're racing from place to place, writing a paper here, handing in something there, studying for exams in between... and then bam you're at home in the middle of nowhere's ville with no responsibilities. It's quite liberating, in a very lame sort of way. Hair dye's finished.
Have a happy one

Weird is such a strong word.. how about people like this just require a bit more understanding?

SO I am in class about to take a test. There's this girl. I don't really know who she is. She sits near me and another girl I know sometimes. She has random spurts of spite towards random bystanders. For instance, in this particular situation she turned around to say something about a girl in the room that was wearing too much foundation.
Spite Spurter: Wow is it just me or does that girl have the complexion of an oompa loompa?
Me:.... (thinking to myself, wow, I didn't realize there were people who actually cared enough about what strangers wore to school to note a rude statement about it to other random strangers)

But then.. one of those once in a lifetime chances knocked at my door in that moment. Perfect joke opportunities are like gems floating in the air. You just have to reach out, grab them, and admire them.

There was a girl sitting right in front of oompa loompa wearing a highlighter colored orange winter jacket. I couldn't help it.

Me: I think that's just a jacket.
Girl next to me laughs.
Spite Spurter (in all seriousness): No. I wasn't talking about her
Me (confused): Thinking... wooooaaa hoaaaaaaa sister let's settle here

Then after this exchange, said girl gathered her things and moved to the farthest possible seat in the lecture hall.
Me to girl next to me: Do you think she moved because of what I said?
Girl next to me: Does it matter? The point is that she left.

After class, I of course had to go confront her. I said to her "Hey I hope I didn't piss you off with what I said. You know I was just joking around, right?"
And thinking she would react like any normal person when being trapped in a situation where they are being called out on overreacting and/or becoming irate over something trivial, I was actually surprised when she responded "Yeah. When you said that I was just like fine I'll just sit over HERE now." (With a definite vocal emphasis on the HERE).

Usually when you're caught in the act of overreacting you say something like "Oh NO. That wasn't even what I was mad at" all the while thinking "That is soooooo what I was mad at." She totally just admitted to her moment of craziness, and not only that, was defending it. I then told her "Ya didn't have to move" in the same voice I would use if a mere acquaintance got me a birthday gift- the "You shouldn't have" voice. Even though you and I both know a gift is a gift. And you're secretly glad they did it.

Then I walked away baffled that I manage to find these sorts of people. Then I was grateful because they make great stories. And hey I only have to deal with them for what, 15 minutes? They have to deal with themselves their whole life.