I showed it to my Latin/English teacher who taught us about vowel assimilation with a little plastic Borg Locutus figurine.
He was like, O_O "I've always wanted to go there! I tried, but I didn't make it! You have to tell me how it is!" And I was running back towards the stage, so I shouted something about hyperdrive engines at him.
*sigh* Oh...um...sort of...RP-lover abuse from my...er...other half. For like the third time. She just doesn't believe me about the scheduling thing. she thinks I'm just not trying hard enough to be here. And the meds yesterday made me kind of...more affected by it than usual. it's getting really grating writing the same damned thing over and over again, and having her call it some excuse and call on the powers of friendship and angst and "I miss you, but I just can't accept you can't be here like me! Even he president finds time to sleep with his wife!" (What? O_o) *sigh* It's just...rough. Getting routine verbal floggings from a fourteen year old who wants her brain to inexplicably jump mine is...a trifle vexing at times. *sighs again* Here's the entry. Please don't say a word there. I'd rather she not see I'm pointing this out to anyone, and...I really don't want to insult her behind her back. I usually assume it's her meds.
I feel like such an emo jerk... *sheepish laugh* but she's given me this exact same speech with small variants about three times over the past year, each time when she wants me to get a move on, and then she often doesn't reply to my stuff for ages, or she goes off and has he character ahve an adventure witht he main storyline, then leaves mine behind. It's...well... Vexing... And I don't want ot make an issue of it to her face, because I can be patently nasty, and I always regret it. I could tear her in two and make her look like an idiot if I really chose to, but things would never get better if I did. It's...taht kind of feeling...
I wish I were going to starfleet! I don't ahve a plastic borg for vowel assimilation. All i ahve is plushie Darth Vader. (I'm a starwars fan, not a trekkie by upbringing. I always feel bad about it too...) Graduates: Kirk, Picard, Ender Wiggin...
XXDD Ender! Orson Scott Card came to my town a few years ago, but I missed him! It was TRAGIC.
Plushie Darth Vadar is love. At nerd school, some of the guys have Random Object competitions. Last time, the extendable fork JUST beat out the Darth Vadar alarm clock. But only by a bit.
Um. Well. I know when not to mess in people's problems. I usually make them worse. And frankly, I used to almost expect a similar less-freaky outburst from you. Like, this was a few years ago. When I was convinced that all the friends I thought I had secretly hated me. (Self-esteem issues much?) But now that we're both running around like hell's after us, I feel strangely and guiltily better... Is this bad?
Oooh. Very tragic. He's mormon, you know, so, possibly, we could both marry him. ^_~ How's that for fangirl convenience?
Darth Vader alarm clock-- so you feel justified in the mornings grumbling "don't make me destroy you" to it...
Mm. I wasn't asking you to jump in and fearlessly defend me Araiel-style. (heavens no. that would only make things worse and give you someone random who hated your guts for no apparent reason. I know better than that.) I was sort of hoping you could read it and tell me if I sounded...upset. I really was worried since when I get prodded too much, I tend to become very nasty and caustic and I actaully don't know WHAT my net-voice was like yesterday. And considering I spent most of my life being a social idiot, I too feel better to learn someone else suffers from paranoid delusions. (Just kidding. ^_^;;) To be honest, I can't really picture people hating you, though. *sheepish grin* I don't think you fly off the handle and turn everything subtly nasty and metaphorical when verbally prodded. Not like someone you know. *cough*
This is random, but you meantioned making a speech at your graduation, and I'm burning with curiosity to know how exalted my friends are in the scholarly setting.
No, the best alarm clock apparently is a Star Trek Seven of Nine (she was part of the Borg collective) alarm clock that rings and she says, "Wake up! Wake UP! Resistance is futile! Rise and assimilate the day!"
You didn't sound really upset. You sounded a bit patient, actually. I didn't think you were too nasty. Well, actually, I have my father's temper. I don't get angry easily, and I try not to surround myself with people I know I will just complain about later on. You have to do a lot to make me mad, but when you do, it's not pretty. I don't go off, but it's more like a very cold sarcastic anger. Scares people, apparently.
So actually, I can't find any fault with your response. It's very similar to what I would have said to shrug someone off before I got angry with them.
I was only Salutatorian- nothing to get excited about. I can send you my speech. http://www.newsadvance.com/lna/news/local/article/brookville_high_school_sends_off_243/5555/
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Date: 2008-06-09 03:14 pm (UTC)You've made me felfar better. I think I can avoid feeling like my guts were ripped out, now.
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Date: 2008-06-09 04:57 pm (UTC)I showed it to my Latin/English teacher who taught us about vowel assimilation with a little plastic Borg Locutus figurine.
He was like, O_O "I've always wanted to go there! I tried, but I didn't make it! You have to tell me how it is!"
And I was running back towards the stage, so I shouted something about hyperdrive engines at him.
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Date: 2008-06-10 02:42 pm (UTC)And the meds yesterday made me kind of...more affected by it than usual. it's getting really grating writing the same damned thing over and over again, and having her call it some excuse and call on the powers of friendship and angst and "I miss you, but I just can't accept you can't be here like me! Even he president finds time to sleep with his wife!" (What? O_o)
*sigh* It's just...rough. Getting routine verbal floggings from a fourteen year old who wants her brain to inexplicably jump mine is...a trifle vexing at times.
*sighs again* Here's the entry. Please don't say a word there. I'd rather she not see I'm pointing this out to anyone, and...I really don't want to insult her behind her back. I usually assume it's her meds.
http://community.livejournal.com/yugiohrp3/76515.html
I feel like such an emo jerk... *sheepish laugh* but she's given me this exact same speech with small variants about three times over the past year, each time when she wants me to get a move on, and then she often doesn't reply to my stuff for ages, or she goes off and has he character ahve an adventure witht he main storyline, then leaves mine behind. It's...well...
Vexing...
And I don't want ot make an issue of it to her face, because I can be patently nasty, and I always regret it. I could tear her in two and make her look like an idiot if I really chose to, but things would never get better if I did. It's...taht kind of feeling...
I wish I were going to starfleet!
I don't ahve a plastic borg for vowel assimilation. All i ahve is plushie Darth Vader. (I'm a starwars fan, not a trekkie by upbringing. I always feel bad about it too...)
Graduates:
Kirk, Picard, Ender Wiggin...
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Date: 2008-06-10 02:58 pm (UTC)Plushie Darth Vadar is love. At nerd school, some of the guys have Random Object competitions.
Last time, the extendable fork JUST beat out the Darth Vadar alarm clock. But only by a bit.
Um. Well. I know when not to mess in people's problems. I usually make them worse.
And frankly, I used to almost expect a similar less-freaky outburst from you. Like, this was a few years ago. When I was convinced that all the friends I thought I had secretly hated me. (Self-esteem issues much?)
But now that we're both running around like hell's after us, I feel strangely and guiltily better...
Is this bad?
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Date: 2008-06-10 03:05 pm (UTC)Darth Vader alarm clock--
so you feel justified in the mornings grumbling "don't make me destroy you" to it...
Mm. I wasn't asking you to jump in and fearlessly defend me Araiel-style. (heavens no. that would only make things worse and give you someone random who hated your guts for no apparent reason. I know better than that.) I was sort of hoping you could read it and tell me if I sounded...upset. I really was worried since when I get prodded too much, I tend to become very nasty and caustic and I actaully don't know WHAT my net-voice was like yesterday.
And considering I spent most of my life being a social idiot, I too feel better to learn someone else suffers from paranoid delusions. (Just kidding. ^_^;;)
To be honest, I can't really picture people hating you, though. *sheepish grin* I don't think you fly off the handle and turn everything subtly nasty and metaphorical when verbally prodded. Not like someone you know. *cough*
This is random, but you meantioned making a speech at your graduation, and I'm burning with curiosity to know how exalted my friends are in the scholarly setting.
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Date: 2008-06-10 03:42 pm (UTC)You didn't sound really upset. You sounded a bit patient, actually. I didn't think you were too nasty.
Well, actually, I have my father's temper. I don't get angry easily, and I try not to surround myself with people I know I will just complain about later on. You have to do a lot to make me mad, but when you do, it's not pretty. I don't go off, but it's more like a very cold sarcastic anger. Scares people, apparently.
So actually, I can't find any fault with your response. It's very similar to what I would have said to shrug someone off before I got angry with them.
I was only Salutatorian- nothing to get excited about. I can send you my speech. http://www.newsadvance.com/lna/news/local/article/brookville_high_school_sends_off_243/5555/