I fucking hate my biochem teacher. I have never entertained thoughts of killing someone with such detail. We had our last of four exams two Fridays ago and when I got the test back I realized that at least two of the answers on her key were glaringly wrong. One practically everyone else noticed too and she reluctantly gave the point back but for the second one, she cited a page in the book and said that oh, most of the other students did manage to get that right. I looked in the book and it fucking supported my answer. I went to her TA’s office hours because I have work during this professor’s office hours and she’d not willing to schedule an appointment or even stay after class for an extra few minutes. And the TA just sneered at me just like she does when any student so much as talks to her. That bitch. I emailed the professor three days before Thanksgiving and she just ignored the email, so I went to talk to her after class today, after sitting through half an hour of drivel. And she just kept repeating “the answer on the key is right,” “it’s in the book.” NO IT FUCKING ISN’T AND WHY WON’T YOU LET US THINK RATHER THAN SPIT BACK INFORMATION. If you’d bothered to even look in the book, there are two exact quotes on that page that say you’re wrong. And when I tried to get her to read it, she had the nerve to yell at me. I don’t know what I can do because she’d probably give me a bad final grade if I anger her anymore, but I will fucking ruin that woman’s life somehow. She’s already an old hag anyway with a pretty successful career thus far so it’s not much effect, but I want her fired. This is not the first shitty thing she’s done. She is, overall, the laziest, most inane and vindictive cunt I’ve ever had the misfortune of having to “learn” from.
I finished my last exam before finals on Friday and proceeded to have one of the best weekends this semester. It felt so much more satisfying because I’d been waiting and waiting for it to arrive.
I ate at the buffet dinner with IH and some of his friends, then I saw Catching Fire with mah grlls and it was mind-blowingly good. There are very few movies that are able to keep me on such an emotional high for so long. I was crying or screaming for most of it, it was awesome. That how you know you got your money’s worth.
My apartment watched Mulan on ABC family on Saturday and we all sang along. Later that night, I saw Forrest Gump with IH after we finished our physics HW and I can’t believe I’d put off watching it for so long. It was so satisfying to see, was beautifully shot, and funny in the best way. It’s the kind of physical comedy that B and I really enjoy and act out between ourselves. I kind of wish she was there too. But IH is really good company. I always enjoy hanging out with him.
On Sunday I went to church and then to karate. I worked mostly with J and some with M and JS, but with these three allow me to make contact pretty hard. We went through drills and I got through J’s defenses a few times and caught him by surprise muhaha. He says I’ve become a formidable opponent. And then we proceeded to knock our bones together and bruise ourselves spectacularly a few times, enough that I had to stop because my arm just went limp. We practiced with staffs at the end, something I hadn’t done in maybe about a year. It was so much fun. But I was a derp and dropped it on my pinky toe. I was fine until the end of practice and then it hurt more and more and I was so sure it was broken. It’s much better now that I’m not wearing a shoe constricting it, thankfully.
I love that I can cook again. I missed it so much. I made chicken soup today and it turned out the best of all my attempts so far, and the asparagus I made was actually some of the best I can remember ever eating. I’m so proud :>
Tonight I met a guy part of this group called “the roof ninjas,” who took me, B, D, L, and two other boys on a tour of the tops of a few buildings on campus. D was the one who introduced me and B. We have two tests and a presentation this week and were studying just before the predetermined meeting time. B was really tired from lack of sleep last night and we were on the verge of not going, but I’m so glad we did. It started raining just before we left though.
We entered by the doors in the math building by the cafeteria and climbed up the stairs to find this door that led to a hallway and then storage space, where we climbed out a window to the subroof next to the math dome. Due to the rain we couldn’t get all the way up, but there was still a pretty incredible view. The moon was full and there was a purple-orange haze that thickened into the distance in all directions.
We went into the dome where there was a machine room, and then through another door over to the space above the main arch. J opened the catch and we were in this alcove with dust everywhere and beams across the floor. We stepped across the beams to the far side of alcove where there was a break in the floor covering to see all the way down to the ground, a drop of four stories.
We went back through the building to the second floor where J ran across the roof to the physics building to get in by a window and open a door for us. We went up to the roof here and then to a higher level. J climbed up a pipe easily because he’s so tall and experienced and then invited us to try. I volunteered because why the hell not? and I actually managed to get up without too much trouble. That was so much fun. J high-fived me woo! D tried next and wasn’t able to, and the rest of them went through a door that gave them a ladder. For the minute that we were up there alone, I wandered around the edges to get a view and kind of zoned out, but J heard an authoritative sounding voice that seemed to be directed at us.
We were a little spooked so we decided to get down quickly. But once we got into the regular part of the building we saw a man in a neon green jacket walking toward us. He asked us questions and J just told him we were looking for a classroom where he had left something. He clearly didn’t buy it but didn’t seem to want to have trouble. He was probably a grad student though, not a cop or auxiliary. That was a close scrape, so we moved away to the psych and bio research buildings. We were able to get in but the doors accessing the roof had newly installed alarm systems. We tried the art building next and it was completely locked too, so we sat in an entrance way and talked for over 45 minutes. J told us stories about how his group had gotten caught before, once on top of the gym where they were called at by police but got away, and another on the field house where they dropped down the side of the building into a ring of officers, though two in the group were able to flatten themselves on the roof and escape notice.
So we didn’t get to see as many things as they did in on tours in the past and it was a pity it was rainy and cold, but it was still one of the most fun and unique experiences I’ve had since coming to uni. I would never have thought this existed until I experienced it myself. J has maps of all the buildings they explored, and the number includes all but two: the student union and the other I can’t remember. I hope I can go again, on a night when it’s not raining. D can be a bitch sometimes but he knows so many interesting people and is so generous about sharing all these experiences with others, and is really kind often. I hate him but I love him too gah
I’m so sick of D and his elitism with music and basically everything he thinks he knows even a tiny bit about. I was listening to some covers by Kurt Nilsen, who is an amazing singer btw, and ok he sang some cheesy stuff. I had Kiss From a Rose open on youtube and D just started laughing at me. I don’t know why I always feel like I need to justify this to him. A few weeks ago I was listening to Mucc and he said “oh you’re listening to actually semi-decent metal.” Fuck you. Japanese metal is not the same thing as Western first off, and you can’t judge it based on the first 10 seconds that you heard. I happen to think the music you listen to is shit. Why can’t someone who’s had 12 years of training in piano and music theory and 5 years of vocal training listen to whatever the fuck kind of music she wants to?
I need to stop dancing with that one Korean guy. He’s not too bad with regular tango but he asked me for a milonga tanda (the third one of the night btw) and that was the one of the most boring things I’ve lived through, god. I feel like I can’t say no after such a long time, but I hate it so much.
Y, R, George Lopez, and a whole bunch of people I usually like to dance with were missing. So I just had Korean guy, D, and a few older guys who were just okay. One appeared to be from NYC and definitely could have been a designer of some sort, with that hair and those glasses and the T-shirt he was wearing. He was kind of fun and did some walking which I actually really like. It’s simple and satisfying.
D told me multiple times that I looked gorgeous. It’s probably just because comparatively I looked like shit for the past two weeks. But he also called me “dear” during one of our dances. Uh. He already has a girlfriend. And she was there last night too. I must admit I’m attracted to him in some ways. He has a really assertive personality that I want and a nice face, but he’s also very temperamental and somewhat childish sometimes. I don’t always feel comfortable when he’s in a mood. I also love the both of them too much to ever wish for something more than friendship, but his behavior seems a little too familiar and unfortunately I’m not discouraging it either. I don’t know how to handle guys…
I danced the last tanda with B. We switched off leading and following and then decided that this is going to be a thing. She’s much smoother at leading than I am now, I think. I haven’t been going to practices and missed several lessons this semester, so lots of moves have been slipping out of my head. I need to get back in the game!
This week of hell has almost come to an end. I put more effort into these two exams and essay than I have for finals week before. I was kind of behind in my reading, yes, but it shouldn’t have been this draining. I spent hours every evening at the library, staying until 1am or 2am, and Thursday night I actually stayed over at B’s place because the buses stopped running. I took a nap under one of the cubicle desks. It was kind of funny actually.
But now I know I am actually capable of focusing on work for long periods of time, as long as I don’t have my laptop with me. If I even spend one or two hours every day just reading, I could actually stay caught up with things. I could totally be Hermione Granger.
"Shut Up and Let Me Go" by The Ting Tings
I went to another of M&M’s lessons tonight. D and L took me to dinner at a ramen restaurant and it was really, really good, though very salty.
The class was on boleos basically, and I’ve always had a hard time doing forward ones. Even if led well I can follow it maybe half the time. We went through leader’s boleos first with the follower just doing molinete. Martin helped with my partner and I got to dance with him for a few seconds. He told me my molinetes were excellent, only to not fall so much into the back step. There was one guy whose face reminded me of VY’s and I was like dude I have to dance with him, and lo-and-behold, he was the one guy I could actually do the boleos with! Maurizio came around and helped us and he led me through the pattern a few times. Oh man, dancing with him is amazing. He told me I was fantastic! ahhhh. Only I have to relax my arms a little more. These two are so incisive and individual with their tips and so encouraging. They really are the best teacher’s I’ve experienced so far.
At the milonga I danced two tandas with RK, one with George Lopez-voice, and then two with J, who had an enormous fluffy beard today. It was incredible soft. D told me he was an instructor, and while I knew he was a very good dancer I didn’t know that this was a thing. He mistook my name for C too. Damn it. But the dances were great and a lot more sensual than most other people. There were some parts where he just held me and breathed and it wasn’t scary like past me would have thought.
D, L, and I tried to talk to Julia before we left to see if we could figure out that private group lesson, but she literally ignored us and walked away. So we just left. If $500 is low enough to ignore us over, then she’s losing our business completely. What a bitch.
I’ve been so sick for the last three days. This might be the worst cold I’ve had since high school. I spent a lot of that time watching Ylvis videos after S showed me that stupid fox song and holy shit they are some of the best singers I’ve ever heard. Especially Vegard. Dude, I think I have a new celebrity crush. Jan Egeland is mind-blowing. I saw a video of it done live and he still hit all the high notes perfectly. I just can’t believe it. I wish he made normal songs though. I’m listening to all these ridiculous songs on repeat just to hear his voice and I feel like such a dork.