night time

So once again, I choose to blog instead of going to bed. Once again, it is a bad decision, but I just really feel like ranting at a page, which can do nothing to avoid the verbal abuse I'm about to do to it.

Aside from the usual "ugh" there is this new/old annoyance present. Sadly, I'm getting surer and surer by the day, that people suck, and that men are pretty much useless, and women rather annoying. I don't know what has motivated me to this new world view, if you might call it that. probably a mixture of things:

1) communication unit in English class.

we talked about how the genders communicate for the past two lessons, and I find myself disagreeing with many people quite a bit

2) deadwood

a nice little HBO serial that really is about how evil people are. Lots of killing of whores, men, indians, kids, etc. And of course no one gets punished, and no one ever really talks about it.

3) Wuthering Heights

I bought the book recently, and I'm quite enjoying it, however, it isn't exactly a testament to how nice and pretty people are. One of the main characters, Heathcliff, is more or less a creature without mercy or empathy, which makes him very harsh, even by my standards.

4) Gossip

recently I got confirmation, on something I'd been suspecting for a while, namely that one of my good acquaintances hails from the land of rainbows. And recently he's told me some of the harassing he's had to submit to here. I was very surprised, to find out the extent to which seemingly intelligent people would go just to make someone's life more difficult because of something that's really none of their business.

5) owie

this past I managed to get a really weird cold, that includes a runny nose and not being able to breathe properly (after 200m walking I was out of breath). But ignoring my obviously non-ideal condition I went dancing this weekend anyways, and barely managed to get home (although it's a 2 minute walk normally), because point one; air. And point two; my knee started hurting from the strain of me wildly flailing my limbs about in a rhythmic and aesthetically pleasing fashion. And now, instead of going to PE like normal people, I get there, say "I'm here" and dash as fast as I can away from there, because I can't run, and missing PE is a pain in the behind.

6) just life in general

yeah...

In accordance to this general mood I've been having, I remembered a really nice quote from "Dune":

[...] mercy was the ability to stop, if only for a moment. There was no mercy where there could be no stopping.

It struck me then, as a very true saying. Now I'm also realizing that the world we live in is quite merciless and unforgiving. Also people are bastards, only they choose to be slightly less bastardy in general, some more than others.

Well I'll stop being all pessimistic (I'm sure you're already tired of it), and get to sleep. Tomorrow is another day...

ladi dadi da

So everything's fine. I passed, I even already moved into the dorms (which is hellishly early for a third year Moscow resident, usually they don't let people like me in until after the 15th, so I'm pretty lucky =)), and better yet there are already plans for mischief forming. One involves paint and a photo camera, and the other well... I think you an guess what it involves =З

my 3 neighbors turned out to be more or less decent. One of them is never here (Lisa), one (Vera) is a quiet and unproblematic girl, who, I feel, is just a tiny bit too boring and a bit too social, making her borderline tolerable sometimes. The last (Zhenia, yes, another one not the plate throwing one, she went and took academic leave, based on "illness," because she didn't feel like "studying" anymore.) is plain odd... a bit like me I guess in that aspect, but that's about it. She likes going to bed early (like 10pm), and get up early (like 6 am) to do morning gymnastics =|. Also I get the feeling that if she were to be replaced by a robot wearing her skin, the only way we would notice is that she'd make hollow thunk noises if she bumped into something hard. She has a rather robotic air about her. I dunno. But all in all, methinks it'll be pretty ok here. My main problem right now will be getting sufficient sleep, which I'm not doing a very good job at, since I'm writing this instead of doing hw and going to bed, but I'll get there eventually.

That aside in the academic sphere the only big thing really was that I was apparently quite mistaken when I believed that I was rid of Comp Sci for the time being. It's called "computational mathematics" now. Sounds like SO much fun, like totally... uuuugh!

Instead of programming silly little games we get to compute all sorts of errors based on the way the machine saves the number in it's memory. I really could't think of anything that I'd like to do less. But I should't jump to conclusions, economics, for example, might turn out to be worse.

Anywhoos. I feel like all I did was complain, so I'll tell you something more productive now, that won't make you want to tear my throat out: I might actually get to finishing this one short story I've been writing since last summer. (it's not long, it's just really difficult to wrote somehow.) It's based on this weird dream I had, which to my recent sad realization was a rip off from bleach mashed together with the real world. I was actually quite sad when I realized that, because some of the ideas and concepts that arose I genuinely liked. But no matter, even if it was a rip off, it was a sub conscious one, so we'll write it off as "influence." =)
That's about all the time I have for you today, I'll try posting a bit more frequently now =)
toodles

so much to say...

So it's beeen quite a while since I last wrote. And there is kinda a reason for that.Mainly I had way too many other things on my mind. But to start off I have a request:

If any of you happen to meet my parents, or have parents who are friends with mine, know that I don't tell them the more "stupid things," I tend to do. So please don't tell them, or i'll never hear the end of it.

(You see my mom’s the type who if I tell her that a boy poked fun at me on the first day of class will be asking about him for a whole year, and it just drives me nuts.)

Anyways. I left off with the unfortunate end of my theoretical mechanics exam, and the rest of them didn’t go too well either. I scraped by in Math Analysis (although I’m very happy that I’m rid of it and I’ll never have to see it again.) Physics I somehow survived. This one is actually an interesting story. I'll elaborate.

The written exam was something I dreaded, since obviously not having actually done any of the homeworks, and not having opened the book; I obviously couldn’t solve any problems. But luckily a very nice first year girl lived next door. And I exploited her shamelessly. I had her copy the answers to the exam that would be posted on a super-secret facebook site (ssfs).[the process works this way: everyone gathers, then the test begins, someone photographs the variants and posts the pics on the ssfs. Then the smart people sharpen their brains and turn on their pencils and solve them really quick. The answers are checked by other smart people and posted back on the site. From then on people either use their phones or have same sex accomplices copy the answers and put them in the nearest bathroom.] So that’s what I did. And I SURVIVED muahahahahaha. I know. It’s bad, but there was nothing else I could have done at that point. The oral exam was sad. I had allthe answers strapped to my leg (litterally) but I had no chance to pull them out (litterally), since I was sitting in the very front right by about 4 teachers. So overall that didn’t go all that great.

And then came the monster - the thing that is actually so easy, but of course the one thing that I actually failed: Differential analysis. I failed the written test, so I wasn’t able to even try the oral one, and now I’m starting to enter a state of very mild “holy crap” since the exam is in just a little over a week. And if I don’t pass this time, it’ll be all over…

Well, in other news.

I got a new phone, and I've been abusing it quite harshly. You see it has a touch screen and that's pretty much the funest thing ever. And as you can guess, the "somewhat obsessive" personality I have the fortune to possess, is making it pretty much impossible to keep my fingers off it. (As a matter of fact I'm actually writing this on my phone just ‘cause I can. (also partially because at night in my bed is theonly time I can actually concentrate on writing something productive.But this toy was bought not just so I could play cute little games with my fingers after I've gone to bed. NO! It actually serves a purpose. Well, point one is that cheating on exams will be much simplified. I shan't have to resort to the measures I resorted to to pass my written physics exam. (Although it was actually quite convenient and nice) I didn't have to worry about being caught with a phone.But if I had it, then I would have had the possibility of getting more answers than I did. But anyways... Those were the main ulterior motives when requesting that my new phone should have a touch screen. Back then I had no idea how fun it would be...

But recently it actually came in quite handy in a way that I had not expected.

Several weeks ago, I had decided to go to an art store to buy paper and replenish my supply if paints. And seeing as I had no idea where to find such a place I Googled it and quickly found a couple hundred shops. After deciding on a metro station that had five of them in its nearest vicinity I went to look for them. That turned out really well...

When I got out of the metro I started looking for a map. You know those things with the obnoxious red YOU ARE HERE dots that make you feel like you're thought to have the intelligence of a three year old, but are secretly thankful for. Well this was one of the rare examples that did not have that unholy flecked. As a result I ended up picking a direction and looking for street signs, which Russia are surprisingly well hidden or altogether absent. The direction I picked seemed to be kind of right, after a while I was certain of my correctness since the name of the street was right. What I didn't now then was that I was going in the exact opposite direction. But I went on.Over half an hour later I was getting suspicious. It wasn't supposed to be this far away. I had come to a huge street, which was right, (and I was approached by a guy with a kiddie backpack who made no attempt at hiding that he wasn't

actually looking in my eyes when I asked for directions.) However, I had failed to notice the lack of river. So I just kept looking for that store. After a while I got fed up with the ordeal and made my way back to my metro station, and went then in a perpendicular direction to look for the other four stores. I walked for a while, but then I came upon a river where there should be none. This is when I finally understood that I had no idea where I was... Luckily modern phones, to simplify the life of the various secret service agencies all over the world, are equipped with gps! It so turned out that I had gone south instead of north and east instead of west... Super... Well, in the end I finally found that art store after I walked past it about 3 times, as it was skillfully hidden in a basement in a courtyard which you could get to by going under a little bridge connecting two buildings. But I got my paper and my paints so all's well that ends well I guess. And seeing as it is now 3 am I shall continue this another day! tee hee

Moving on to the culinary culture section of today's newscast.

Yes! I did IT. I cooked. Thrice this summer the first time it was pancakes. That was actually quite fun, although I had a lot of trouble with adjusting the heat. You see, we have one of those pesky gas stoves that are really nice if they aren't from pr-soviet times. Meaning: touch it too little the flame doesn't change, use too much pressure - even one pascal too much ( for those if you who don't know, it's the pressure exerted by a milk chocolate bar (100g or 0.0454lbs) that has been spread out uniformly on a 1mx1m (40in x40in) surface.) - you get a flame that will burn off your eyebrows, or one that will need 24 hrs to boil a glass of water. And unfortunately the flame size I needed was right between "oops, I pushed too much" and "darn, why isn't it changing." So I had to switch between too much and too little all the time, so as to attempt to keep the frying pan at the right temperature. The other issue with pancakes is that no matter what I did, it was absolutely impossible to make them round. Here are some of the shapes that I got: a mutant deep sea fish, a freshly ripped out heart, and an upside-down alien glob.

But that's not all! For my dad's birthday and my own enjoyment I made what's so wonderfully called

Russian salad. It's my favorite dish, and one of the mist time consuming things that you can do in the kitchen.Equal quantities of boiled potatoes(exc

ept you want about twice as much potato than everything else) and carrots, harboiled eggs, pickles, meat, peas. Topped off with plenty mayo. Cut everything Into 5mm x 5mm x 5mm cubes (except the peas, which would be ridiculous to cut, and egg folks which dissolve in the general mass of ring cubes anyway are therefore pointless to cut.) If you've ever cooked, you might guess how long all that takes. About 2 hours... And after doing that twice in the span of 3 days and successfuly flattening my poor behind while I wad at it I got sick of cooking and haven't done it .

On a Side note

I have returned to my one great my anti-drug. One big thing, that be irreversibly changed my life: I've been reading manga again, and it's so wonderful that it makes me sad that I ever stopped. In this past month, I've read quite a number of series that deserve a spot on my absolute favorites list. But i'll not bore you with it, since I'm aware that few of you are fellow manga nerds. (i'll gladly give recommendations if you want them though!)

Now, the time has cone to tell you sad news.

However unlikely it may week, I have become one of those insufferable girls who cry during sappy moves. I know, I'm probably the last person such things are to e expected if under normal circumstances, but they're just so sad sometimes. For all of you who have read rave master, I think Sieg's fate was the suckiest that could possibly be imagined. I guess I've become like the Grinch/b>... I grew feelings towards sappy crap... Boo...

I actually completely forgot this incident until now.

It happened quite a while ago, sometime during session I think, but I'm not quite sure. But someone got wind of how to get free tickets to this random concert that would be happening on the red square in honor of Russia day. Well, since we're moderately active people, we decided to go get tickets and see that concert. Well it all started out fine enough we got our flyers and went into the city center to meet with the group/organization thing that would give us our tickets. They said they'd have them at 4 so we naturally wanted to get there at 3 (but that didn't quite work out because one if the guys we went with jumped over the barriers to get into the metro, but got held up by the police, just cause they recited to be a pain in the ass that day, so we had to wait for him for the good part if an hour.) But in the end we got there around half past 4, which, as it turned out, was not a big real at all, since the tickets didn't arrive until much much later. Obtaining that piece of paper involved much walking to and fro, much waiting in the heat, much shoving, and one really awesome old guy in a silly hat who danced really well to really crappy techno music while waving a Russian flag about, and being cheered on by a crapload of people because there really was NOTHING better to do. But when the tickets finally drive everyone naturally ran to the guys handing them out and much compression of people and shoving ensued at the hotspots of high ticket concentration. And if you have ever read manga or watched any anime or just have a very 'active' imagination, you know exactly what must be present in a fluster cluck like this: you got it! An ass who tries to grope girls! All I can say: not pleasant. I regret that I didn't get,a good look at his face so I could rip his nostrils and break his fingers. But we got our tickets and after more walking, and 3 police check points we were in. And then there was more shoving, more really drunk really tall guys flailing about, more near fatal compression of the lungs, more killing of your feet and subsequent revenge for the poor dead chunks of flesh attached to your ankles. And another half hour later we were pretty close to the front, could not move a millimeter, had trouble breathing, and could neither see nor hear anything that was happening on the stage. So we decided to screw the whole affair eat some french fries and go home. The getting out part took about another hour. The fast food part... Well, that took ages. Probably another 2 or so hours of walking, before we found a McDonald's. But we got there and we ate, and then we went home, completely disappointed at the concert, but agreeing that the best part of the day was the feeling of accomplishment when we had obtained our tickets. (I kept mine of course) =)

Now that I've sufficiently bored you with all the other stuff,

it's probably time to explain the thing you are probably most eager to hear about. That one... Let's call it 'unusual' status I had up on Facebook a while ago.
(here I give fair warning to any and all of you to continue reading at your own discretion. )
Well me and the guy I'd mentioned earlier had been seeing more of each other. Although after a while there was progressively less and less "seeing," per se, involved, but that's another matter. I was really just highly surprised by the fact that the dear child gave me his girl's notes. And the way I found out was by way of a casual friend request from her on the Russian equivalent of Facebook with the message: "hi! you have my notes, can you please return them to me? (Insert smiley face here)." Naturally, I returned them to her, we even chatted for quite a while. And as soon as I turned my back I had to fight the urge of laughing out loud at the boy's nerve, and the situation in general.
But that was a while ago. Now I'm growing tired of the internet serenades and the fact that movies and YouTube videos seem to be his only area of interest. So when (hopefully not if) I return to the institute I will end the charade, but not before thoroughly enjoying it :P

from the frying pan into the fire

Ever had a day that started out bad, and then just kept getting worse and worse? I recently had one of those.

It started innocently enough with an altercation with a friend. one of the rather unpleasant kind. Then continued with a near-sleepless night. studying until 5 am, hoping that some of the information might stick in my brain come dawn, since, you guessed it I had an exam the following morning. Theoretical Mechanics. a nice subject really, but somewhat difficult as well. During the exam itself, I ended up getting a rather unpleasant theoretical question, but that wasn't half the problem. after about 2 hours of just sitting and waiting to be called, I was getting a bit jumpy. In the end the exam went horribly. I felt like a complete idiot because very little information decided to stay behind after my short sleep. But that was not all. after getting my measly 4/10 (which is a 3/5) I wanted at least a 5/10, which is already a 4/5. And the sad part is that this one goes into the diploma, so I'm really not happy about that. Feeling stupid is the worst feeling in the world.

anyways, when I got back to the dorm, I realized that i must have forgotten my key. It then turned out that I was wrong I hadn't forgotten it. I've lost it, and my favorite key chain that was attached to it.

but that's not all. I went to my friend, Катя's birthday party in the woods. there were lots of people I knew very little there, and a few that I don't particularly like, so I took my sweet time looking for firewood. I did find quite a lot of wood, and a splendid piece of tree trunk. it was very dry and therefore light, so I decided to bring that. Light however, is always a relative term, and it was sufficiently heavy to make progress difficult, and it completely obscure the path in front of me. But no worries, I mean what could happen to a girl in the middle of the woods carrying a tree tunk. Well I sprained my ankle, and as it turned out that evening, pretty badly. So having mutilated myself a little I decided to leave the stump for now, and come back for it later. And on the way back to the campsite, naturally I skewer my hand on a 1.5 inch thorn. Yay me! At the ind of the party, the only alcohol I had consumed was the little bit i dumped on my hand to disinfect the little stab wound that was starting to swell my hand, and I was two injuries richer.

so yeah. not fun.

But, hey, let's look on the bright side. I passed my russian history exam with an 8/10 by some miracle, and I bought coconut scented shampoo, conditioner, and shower gel.

a conclusion or two

You know what? I just got the thought that my life is actually pretty awesome. I mean aside from a few obvious glitches, it's really not all that bad. First of all, let me update you on what has been happening in the past slightly over a month.

First of all, the situation with our dear number two has been cleared up, in a somewhat sad but I think overall satisfactory way. Basically, he has a girlfriend. Period. (So, stop bugging me about it Klizija!!! I will not EVER discuss my relationships, or lack thereof with you!) So we're friends now, and I'm kind of enjoying it. I've taken up my old habit of nightly walks, and it's nice to have male company, because that way I don't have to worry about any creepy/potentially dangerous men lurking about in the shadows.

Then, to celebrate May 9th (for those of you who don't know it it's the day that the peace treaty was signed by Russia after WWII. And, yes, I know "huh, isn't that on May, 8th?" Yes, yes it is for the rest of the world, but SOMEONE was trying to be tricksy, so Russia ended up signing the thing a day later...) me and my friend Катя, (Katia, yes we share the same first name. it's a really common name here actually. As a matter of fact, there are maybe 20 commonly used names for each gender, and there are only a few very rare exceptions. so people end up calling each other by nicknames and last names a lot. Geez... I digress...) So the two of us went drinking. For womens day we wanted to get some tequila, but they wouldn't sell it to us, since apparently you have to be 21 for vodka and tequila, so we ended up not buying it, but we finally got to kill that lemon, we bought so long ago. And as you may guess, two girls, a 0.7 liter bottle of Tequila, and a forest is in truth not too good an idea. The most interesting part was trying to talk to my mom on the phone coherently, around 8pm, while being considerably inebriated, but still lucid (luckily). Needless to say, I got completely trashed, and her boyfriend had to come up and with combined efforts they dragged me back to the dorm. Well, I regained my temporal and spacial awareness sometime around 2 am in the bathroom, changed and went to sleep. I woke up at 7, drank some water, which Then decided that it liked the light of day better while I was in the community shower, which was slightly awkward, as there was another girl in there...

In other news, session is coming up. And I still have to turn in most of my homework, which is not very good to say at the least, but somehow I have trouble worrying about it. I think that somehow I'll manage, and I'll live to see another semester at this god forsaken institute.

So I think that would make you all caught up with the latest events. More or less. ^^

I also recently found this awesome song by one of my absolute favorite bands that they released a year or two ago. (See the link at the bottom.) It's basically about ignoring other people, and doing what you do, and feeling good about it. (The remade version is about a guy trying to persuade his friend to not kill people, because they'll die by themselves anyway. Well, needless to say that there was killing in the end, but yeah.)

Oh, and another thing: I've started shooting. I've been agitating this one guy to go shoot with me in the forest. It's actually quite a silly story about how I know him. I've known him from the first semester. maybe you remember the thing where all first years are gathered up in the forest and play various games. Well, I remembered seeing him there, and ever since then, he was always saying hi to me, with a smile as if he was a talking sunflower (and I mean hat in the best way). And ever since we got into the same English group, we actually started talking, and turns out personality wise he's just as much a renfaire geek as I am. (If he were in high school he'd be in marching band and renfaire) Basically, just my type of person. He also makes me think of baby animals... He's like a giant baby animal... like a little anime bunny with a bib and a bottle. But yeah, my point is, I've taken up archery, and it's pretty fun. It turns out I'm a bit more accurate than him (either that, or he intentionally let me win when we competed as to who'd get 100 hits first. I won 100-88.5 ^^) I also shot at him. Don't blame me, he volunteered. Turns out I have a knack for shooting someone directly in the eye... I scared him just a bit :p I also shot blindfolded. (one seeing person shoots at the target, then the blindfolded one tries to do the same by orienting themselves by the sound of the impact.) I even hit the target once (out of 16). I also got myself a few bruises, and scrapes from this, but it's totally worth it. ^^

So... seeing as I'm having trouble thinking of much else to say, I think I'll say good bye for now. Hope you guys are in just a good mood as I am =)

aaah! I just though of something. I don't remember whether I wrote about this or not, but one of my roommates got a cat. A kitten, like 7 months old now or so. And that kitten is having kittens. She's going to be having them sometime in the next few weeks. Session is going to be fun. ^^

So yeah., toodles =)

awesomeness =)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVlDiNmsL3E&feature=related

zombie variant =)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CPoblHSA_FM&feature=related

spring air

Finally! The snow has melted as of this week. now everything is dirty and muddy, but it's warmer, you can already wear skirts though not sandals yeat. I moved a large part of my winter wardrobe back to moscow, and moved skirts over here. I'm really glad it's finally NOT cold! And spring is already making itself known in the sense of budding relationships. I've had the pkeasure of seeing a very adorable development happening right here on my floor. Every time I see those two I want to pinch their cheeks, pat their heads and tell them to be good kids. They're very adorable =D
There was also a club evening on the 15th in honor of the 50 year aniversary of Gagarin's flight into space. (and guess who was there ;] and guess what we did? No! ... Jeez! Not that! We danced, of course! You seriously have to do something about that dirty mind of yours... ). And yeaterday we took a long (like 2 hrs) walk around the area, and the only reason that it got cut short was that I had my dance classes to go to. =D
But yeah, also this seriously creepy guy tried to ask me out. Everytime he has a clear view of me he stares as if he's about to kill/rape rape/kill me(can't decide which is worse) or throw me in some sort of dungeon with his collection of dead prostitutes. He actually scares me... anyways. think happy thoughts happy thoughts =D
In other news I'm starting to feel the pressure of "omfg session is almost here! I have to hurry the heck up and start studying EVERYTHING! "
Oh. And I also got a new haircut, which im very happy about. I'll update my fb profile pic sometime soon, so prepare to be awed. jk.

I fell like all I did was ramble, I guess this will have to do for this time.
Thank you for reading!!!!! <3

everything

Oh gosh. So much has happened since I last wrote I’m having trouble deciding where to begin. I guess I’ll begin with a warning to a certain person who somehow managed to find this:

Do not, under any circumstances, talk to me about this post, Klezovich! (I’d rather you wouldn’t read it at all, but it’s not like I could actually stop you from this.)

Now, that being said, I’ll continue.
Well I guess it all really began in the beginning of March. Just a few days before March 8th actually, which is a really big deal here as you may or may not know. It is international women’s day, and the day when all the men say thank you to all the women for being awesome. (The same thing in the other direction happens February 23rd.) Well let’s just say that a certain someone, who for all intents and purposes shall be called number one, and I shared a very endearing moment the details of which I’ll be withholding from the general public. After this said person disappeared from all radars, but as that was the usual pattern with him, I ignored it. A few days later there was a party in honor of said holiday, to which I naturally went with one of my friends. We had a blast! We stopped dancing only once. The very first slow dance, when there were still way too few people around. But that changed soon. Soon enough the space got filled up, and I met an acquaintance of mine and his friend and we danced for a while, and then shared quite the exciting slow dance, which ended in him picking me up and spinning me around. After that, of course, he disappeared, and I put that instance into the [awesome dance] folder. But, unexpectedly, he returned after about an hour. And again some silly dancing, then another slow dance, and then we spent the rest of the evening together. When the party was over I detached myself from his grasp, and ran off back to the dorm without saying goodbye. When I got back, there was a message in my inbox. We messaged each other until 4am. And he sent me quite a lot of songs. I guess you could kind of call it web-serenading. We’ve kept at it since then. But that is all it is. (And it seems he has a gf… :[ ) As for number one… well, he’s been ignoring me, which I’m not happy about to say at the least. So, as always… life does its thing.

In other news: I have successfully reestablished my reign of terror. How, you ask?

As you may or may not know/guess , I’m friends with the local druggies. And they have been bugging me all semester about etc etc etc you get the idea. Well the day before yesterday they finally killed my nerves completely, and combined with the above mentioned I decided to give it a go. However it backfired a bit in their face. Every normal person is happy happy happy. I was the most furious I have ever been in my entire life. It was like someone took all the things that annoy me, and make me angry, and let them roam freely in my brain. I couldn’t sit still for very long because I felt that all that if I did, the second someone did even the slightest thing to annoy me, I would… I don’t even know what I would do. I was furious at everything. Everything made me angry. Absolutely everything.
When looked at objectively, really, it was a very interesting sensation. All inner barriers that usually hold me back from yelling at people and doing them physical injury and torture them slowly and drink their blood from a black chalice were gone. All that was left was logic. One of the guys was so frightened that he expressed the wish to shut himself in his room with a knife. At that moment if I serious decided to do him harm, that wouldn’t have saved him. It would actually have made it worse probably (you know there’s nothing to excite a maniac than a shiny sharp pointy object and some blood), I felt like I could have done the deed bare handed and successfully if the need arose. It was very strange. There was also the issue that I had trouble understanding words. I could hear sounds, but they made no sense to me. As a matter of fact, I didn’t even expect them to hold any meaning. They were just sounds. I saw him last night. He was still terrified. Hehe. When I just stopped being angry, it was interesting how one of my druggie friends acted when I walked up to him. It was just like the behavior of a lower ranked dog before the alpha male. Avoiding eye contact, he ceased talking, sat quietly, attentively. Then I let him know that I was nice again and he relaxed.
The only aftereffect that is left of that incident is that the cap on my bottle of anger seems to be looser than usual. People who usually just annoy me slightly I find hardly tolerable. In the sense that I want to punch them in the face, and make them bleed tears. So yeah. That’s all for now folks. ;]

Ah, I just remembered. the drama queen who threw plates about that I'm sure you remember, put an egg in the microwave, and almost killed her roommate, who had her mooved out. She now lives with a couple of first years. =D
I’ll keep you posted on any new developments. =D