Ten Little Chances to be Free (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tenlittlebullets) wrote2003-07-25 04:37 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2003-07-25 04:37 pm
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Bwah. This week I have squashed one of my picky-eater compulsions and actually drank something carbonated. Gasp. Scream. Of course, I had incentive--it was a Mountain Dew Code Red with extra caffeine from a few Penguin mints dissolved in it, and it tasted like the syrup they put on cherry snow cones... during the resulting kick I found out the solution to the problem of 16 girls + 2 showers + only 2 1/2 free hours during the day: shower in the wee hours of morning, and not only is there no one nagging you to get your ass out faster, no one's flushing the toilet and screwing with the water temperature. w00t.
In other news, there is no other news, which is why I'm rambling about things that I don't think will interest anyone but me. Except that as always I detest East Coast weather, and that I did a very good self-portrait in art class a few days ago [as soon as I got out of class, I read a few chapters of The Picture of Dorian Gray and proceeded to rip the picture to shreds... too bad, it was pretty good].
Oh, and a counselor who annoys the shit out of me has been moved to my floor for third session. It doesn't help my impression of her that she keeps calling me 'liebchen' sarcastically, even though she's from South Africa, because she thinks I don't know a word of German. I never bothered to set her straight--it's interesting what people will say if you just let them talk. Like yesterday, sitting around in the lounge with a trio of random ditzes, letting them blabber on about how gross lesbians were for about fifteen minutes before I casually mentioned that it seems like there are a lot more gay people in high school because no one in middle school has come out yet, and that when I was in eighth grade I felt like the only lesbian in the world. They didn't say anything, but I noticed that they smoothly shifted the subject of conversation to bashing transsexuals instead of gays after that. *has thoughts of TPing their rooms... and setting the paper on fire*
In other news, there is no other news, which is why I'm rambling about things that I don't think will interest anyone but me. Except that as always I detest East Coast weather, and that I did a very good self-portrait in art class a few days ago [as soon as I got out of class, I read a few chapters of The Picture of Dorian Gray and proceeded to rip the picture to shreds... too bad, it was pretty good].
Oh, and a counselor who annoys the shit out of me has been moved to my floor for third session. It doesn't help my impression of her that she keeps calling me 'liebchen' sarcastically, even though she's from South Africa, because she thinks I don't know a word of German. I never bothered to set her straight--it's interesting what people will say if you just let them talk. Like yesterday, sitting around in the lounge with a trio of random ditzes, letting them blabber on about how gross lesbians were for about fifteen minutes before I casually mentioned that it seems like there are a lot more gay people in high school because no one in middle school has come out yet, and that when I was in eighth grade I felt like the only lesbian in the world. They didn't say anything, but I noticed that they smoothly shifted the subject of conversation to bashing transsexuals instead of gays after that. *has thoughts of TPing their rooms... and setting the paper on fire*
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It was very brave of you to speak up like that. I wouldn't have.
(Interesting reaction to Dorian Gray there. I mean, way stronger than mine, or that of anyone in my Finnish class... anyway, I would have liked to see that picture.)
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But seriously, forget whipped cream, these girls deserve slightly worse... *grabs a flamethrower* That'll do... *evil grin*