Thirty Eighth Post

It is very late here, and I'm watching Star Wars V.
I realise that I just posted. But I really have nothing better to do. And this topic didn't really fit in with my last one, not that this usually bothers me.
Thirty Sixth Post was partly about my new stalker.
Thirty Eighth Post will be about her again, but in a different sense. It will also be about privacy violations and my need to feel validated.
First, privacy.
Here's a slightly rhetorical question: when you are sitting next to someone who has his or her mobile out, do you read whatever is on the screen of the aforementioned mobile?
No. No, you do not. You quietly avert your eyes and do something else that doesn't involve furtively watching your friend text.
This reaction has been confirmed by both my liberal roommate and my conservative vegetarian friend.
Onto my stalker.
She loves to psychoanalyse things. Unfortunately for me, she has this habit of over-analysing trivial things and refusing to analyse important things. So when I wasn't feeling talkative, she assumed I was mad at her.
Thanks to her reaction to my supposed irritation, I did in fact become irritated. But since lecture was due to start in about five minutes, I deferred my irritation. We sat in stony silence until two minutes before lecture, at which point she angrily demanded to know what was wrong.
Two minutes before lecture is not the time to start a discussion that can only end by examining the deepest levels of our personalities and discovering that they do not mesh.
My mental image of "huffy" is based on her reaction to my postponement of the argument. She kind of snorts, then her shoulders roll, her chest heaves angrily, and she tosses her hair.
Fortunately for me, I've managed to convince myself that I don't care what she thinks about me.
This brings us to my final topic: my need for validation.
I don't hang out with girls that much. My best friends are usually guys. I do have a lot more female friends on campus, thanks to living with twenty of them for nine months, but none of them imposed their friendship on me.
When I hang out with girls (especially those from high school), I always feel inadequate. I'm not horribly graceful in social situations; I don't do much shopping for clothes and makeup and purses. I'm not in very good shape, and I'm not exactly a stunning beauty.
But around my male friends, none of that matters (oddly enough). They don't make me feel unfeminine and awkward, or like I'm not putting enough effort into the friendship, or like I should spend more time with them because I'm neglecting them.
I'm finding that my new friends are much better at accepting people at face value and letting them be themselves without imposing restricting expectations upon them. This is why some of my favourite people are girls from my hall last year.
My best friends respect my desire to be independent and ask nothing of me except that I be friends with them.

Thirty Seventh Post

Fun fact of the day: friction-pin watch bands are difficult to adjust.
I got a screaming deal on a fancy european-made watch (the instructions are in german first!) that is simple and still classy-looking.
It took 32 days to arrive.
The company through which I ordered it might be based in Canada, since they sent it through Canada Post with an invalid tracking number.
But, to my great joy, a little red rectangle of paper arrived in my mail slot today!
Bam! New watch!
Once I finally got the little stickers and papers off it and got the time and date set, I tried it on.
After clasping it around my left wrist, I noticed a flaw.
It slid off my hand.
Long story short, pushpins, safety pins, and my paperclip won't push the nasty little pins out of the links. And the closest store that might resize it for me will only do it for $10. Which I don't really have now.
Fortunately, Thanksgiving break is coming up. I am going home, stressing out over my meals , and conning my parents into buying things for me.
PS. Regarding meals: it ain't easy eating greens, at least not when the rest of my family eats almost exclusively meat for Thanksgiving. Fortunately, my vegetarian friend has suggested that I come over and eat his food. I felt that this could be awkward, but he assured me that random people come over for Thanksgiving dinner at his house all the time.
I was... flattered.
In any case, his mom loves me and his dad seems to be fond of me as well, so I won't feel unwelcome. Pressured to marry their son, probably, but not unwanted.

Thirty Sixth Post

I must say that this year is quite different from last year. First off, I'm passing my exams. Secondly, I live in a different dorm with different people and a different roommate. Thirdly, my stalker is someone I already knew instead of a total stranger that my roommate tried to hook me up with. With whom my roommate tried to hook me up.
It's odd. I've had at least two exams in every class, except karate which just had a midterm, and I've passed every single one of them.
I'm beginning to wonder what's wrong with me. By this time last year, I had totally and utterly failed... 2 in physics and... I want to say 1 in biology. I'm not positive about the biology one, though, since I have forgotten most of it anyway. But this year...
I got an A on the first organic chemistry exam. A on the first german exam. A on the first Core 150 exam. A on the first old testament exam. Then the second round of exams came up: B in german, B in old testament, A in core, B in organic.
I do not know what has happened, but it will probably fix itself within the next few months.

My living accommodations are quite different and none of my former hallmates live on my floor. Also, I don't talk to my podmates except for my roommate who is a very social person most of the time.

Now for my new stalker. She's probably my best girl friend from high school.
She drives me insane. She fits perfectly into all levels social terrorism drawn up by Hyperbole and a Half's Allie Brosh. (By the way, she is probably my favourite online person, so I might want to ask her if I can link to her post... Whatever. She will understand.)
This is why I don't talk to the girls I knew in high school. They drive me nuts. And now this one that tries to control my life as a matter of course is here.
At my school.
Less than seven minutes away from me at any given point. Okay, twelve at the most.
We have a class together. I regularly want to kill myself in that class. It's not that it's not interesting (which it's not), or that it's a huge, massive lecture that gets far too warm (which it is), it's that she comes in and insists upon sitting next to me.
It's not that I don't like her, it's just that I now prefer to spend time with non-her people that don't try to control me.
Those people include myself, which she takes to mean that I'm not hanging out with anyone and thus must desire her companionship.
I do not require constant company. In fact, I require that there not be constant company. "Company" here means someone actually sitting near me and trying to make conversation. I enjoy spending most of my time in the campus coffee shoppe, at a table all by myself, having a quiet "zen" moment of contemplation of the deliciousness of my coffee and/or scone.
One Wednesday after a break that extended from thursday night to monday night and on which I had spent half my waking hours in her company, she interrupted my breakfast.
Yes, it is true. I could hardly believe it myself. Add that to the fact that I was sick and had been for a good three-quarters of the weekend, and you have the recipe for eye-twitching on a massive scale.
It all came to a head when she started being snippy. She wanted to hang out (again) on a saturday night when I was enjoying some alone time with homework that I hated, and texted me three times within a five-minute period as well as calling me.
I hate phone calls and she knows it. So I rejected it.
I then rather firmly told her that I was enjoying some alone time, at which point she was very snippy indeed. But I didn't care- I was too jacked up on the coffee I shouldn't have had and adrenaline.
So I started ignoring her texts. Life is so much more peaceful when I ignore her texts.

Moral of the post- passing exams is for sophomores and mobile phones make life hell.