"There ain't no devil, there's just God when he's drunk." Unknown
Around tenish, they decide to do it, so Lisa and I go get some Coke and rootbeer to disguise the taste of Elena's rum (I have no idea why she has rum if she doesn't even like it much). We do the drink mixing, and Elena manages to put in barely enough alcohol to notice, so that was fine with me. And no, I did not get drunk. Neither did Elena.
Anyway, Elena's friend Brad (a frat boy) and his roommates came over and hung out here for awhile, which was interesting. I got to hear stories about their disgusting living room (they're not even going to clean it and will pay the money so they won't have to), and how one of their roommates has some problem with his dick so that he can't pee too well and has no desires for chicks. Okay, whatever. And there was one weird thing that freaked me out a little- Elena was going on about how she won't change her name when she gets married because she's the last one, and I said the same thing, but finishing it with "not that I'll have to worry about that because I doubt I'm getting married." And Brad goes, "No, I could see you getting married." Huh??????? I realize he don't know me very well, but come on. Then again, I'm surprised that a frat boy would think that sort of thing about me.
After a while, Lisa got really weird. For the record, she's a hyper drunk- giggles a lot, throws bottles, pours booze on people, very annoying. She was slightly less bad last night. She only threw food and some of Elena's stuff at me (naturally, our room is now covered in popcorn) and only tried to force-feed me booze- actually, this is an improvement. She also drew a picture of one of the guys on my arm, then decided that "I don't like him" because he wanted her to take her glasses off for a minute. And she kept telling him that "Jennifer wants more booze. Jennifer wants to go fishing."- not true- and she thought all the girls on Jerry Springer were guys ("no Lisa, that was last night's episode"). What can I say, sometimes my life gets weird.
Kinda makes me wonder: Why is it that people lead the lives that they do? Some people have these very tame, eventless lives, some people have normal lives with bizarre events interrupting them every so often (me), and some could actually BE on soap operas. Okay, so those people probably live in Hollywood. But really, what is it about me that attracts weird fluky events all the time? Geez, most of the time I'm not doing anything out of the ordinary.
Anna, for example, went to Disneyland last weekend with a guy she met on a chat line. And she came back perfectly fine (so I hear). When I heard that I thought, "Yeah, but if this had happened to me, something would have gone wrong and I would have wound up raped and/or dead, or some other freaky thing." That's just how Jenniferworld works. It's quite creepy.
Lately I've had this odd urge to kick some ass lately. Sure, I've been going around for months with a lot of free-floating anger at certain people (parents, The Moron, etc) that I can't really tell off, plus watching waaaay too much Buffy the Vampire Slayer- but still, I have been thinking, "Wouldn't it be great to be able to kick some ass for once instead of being a little weakling?"
My mother (admittedly) is a wuss, and raised me to be wuss, plus I'm not exactly sized to kick ass. But hey, if 92-pound (I read that on some page) Sarah Michelle can beat up big ol-vampires every week, why can't I? I also read that she took Tae Kwan Doe (or however you spell it) for five years, and in a way that's damned cool to be able to use your body as a weapon, your hand as a knife, your head as a battering ram- beats the hell out of running like a wuss. I still want to take self-defense ASAP (was going to try to sign up for it at school, but they only offer it when I've got other classes!), but now I'm thinking about the martial arts of some sort. The problem is though, that with the martial arts comes all this stuff that I'm so not into. Meditation (I CANNOT shut my mind off to do that), and Zen, and peacefulness, and all that respecting your masters shit. NOT my kinda thing. So somehow I doubt I'll be kicking asses anytime soon.
And now it's . . . finals week. In a way it's nice, and in a way it's definitely not. You don't have to get up that early (except for them damn 8am finals) or go to the same classes every day, and you have a lot more free time. But on the other hand, it's boooring, and there's nothing to do but study. Which you should be doing. But you don't WANT to study (like right now), so you do other stupid stuff and put off packing.
And this time I'm feeling kinda sad, knowing that the people I've hung around with all year I probably won't see too much of them after this- and in Lisa's case I won't see her at all. Which is probably why I keep staying up with her every night watching Springer, even though I'm tired all day because I've had to get up at 8 am and Lisa gets up later.
Today the California Aggie came out with the graduation edition, and also came out with a spoof edition, which was very funny (especially the column parodies-awesome!). Anyway, there was an ad for people who want to start a humor mag at UCD, so I sent an e-mail off. I also sent one applying to work on seele, the UCD undergrad lit mag. I wonder if I'll get any responses? I'll be mad if I get none, happy with one, and possibly rushed if I get both back. We'll see.
Okay, I just checked my e-mail and I got one back for seele- I'll be put on the mailing list and "someone will contact me next year". I hope my e-mail doesn't get lost the way that it did on the French play I was "supposed" to be in. Oh well, I heard it sucked anyway :)
Well, I'd better end this now- I've still got a lot to do, like cleaning out the fridge. But first I'll leave you with one picture:
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