Tuesday, April 30, 2002
I should just face the music and realize I need to make a shrine to Sweeter. Now we have 1/2 of Changing Lanes -- and she's getting Spiderman... EXCITEMENT!
I tried to blog today, but I had some problems with my computer -- Nebari's not happy that the blogs are getting more attention in my posts than she is. So, here's my chance to introduce everyone to my computer, Nebari. Os presento. fin.
BBQ facts: I went shopping with Leah, Verena, and Jenz today. Not bad. I got everything on my list -- apparently, there was no molasses in Alcampo, but there was maple syrup -- which is not the same thing, mind you -- but it works all the same. I got some conflicting messages from people about who was coming to the BBQ, and at the last count we had 20 -- which is bad because I didn't shop for 20 people. It's good that we are blessed with such wonderful and kind friends (with the exception of Laura -- I'll tell you later). but I don't want people to pay 3.15 � and not get their fill... I like being fair. Leah says I'm too fair. Eh.
So I started cooking at, oh, 9pm, and we finished at 3:30am. not bad. Leah and I got the potato salad, guacamole, and the baked beans done -- they're cooking on the stove all night. I also got my BBQ sauce done -- it's mightly fingerlickingood. Also: Vanessa Carlton's 1000 Miles is a terrific song. It'll be on my playlist for a while.
Before I forget... I woke up at 6:04am on Tues morning -- not sure why, and opened up Windows Notepad and hit the autodate key (F5) and then typed DOD/OD ... anyone know what that means? I DON'T!
Speaking of crazies... after Carla, Leah, and a surprise-visit-Chris and I had lunch, my mommy logged on MSN and we discussed my housing situation at MU this fall... which is null. So she called Oxford Real Estate, and put me on cross-Atlantic-3way... my choices are grim, but not terrible. I wanna see what my options will open up to later. I don't want to live with a (probably kind, but still a) First-year or stranger for my fourth and (everyone together, now...) final year. I forgive my mommy for forgetting my housing issue since December... sorta. She hasn't forgiven herself, but it's okay... I'll land no my feet ... somehow.
Laura & her evil name calling: She came to my room on the pretense that she was gonna help with dinner -- NO. She and Lucila decided (and I don't know how I said they could, but I must have...) they wanted to apply for the olympics. but since their names/streets/whatnots have accented letters �, �, etc., their webform wasn't being accepted. So I fixed it for them. Laura then, while I'm working at the computer, fixing something that wasn't on my list of things to do (I'm just nice, remember that!) she picked up the phone, called Ra�l, and put the phone to my ear. Ra�l picked up, and says "hola" and I'm all hmm, that sounds like Ra�l... 'hi Ra�l. Laura called your number. I'm not sure..." Laura hung up the phone so I couldn't explain the prank she played on both of us. So I called him back, apologized for stupid Laura, and went back to potatoes. Then I go to answer the phone, and PLAYFULLY, mind you, PLAYFULLY flicked some water from my hands at Laura. What does she do? She, and she meant it in her voice, said "Geez, Nur�, don't flick water at me, �maric�n!"
What does maric�n mean?
It means faggot.
Now if a stranger had the nerve to call me that, I'd ignore it, because it's a stranger and I haven't the time to defend myself to someone whose opinion I don't care about. But when it's a person I consider a friend, whom I spend a considerable ammount of time with... that just gets to me. How rude. and I was inscensed, and kicked her chair, hard, saying "I heard what you said, and you will not call me that. Ever. Again." She didn't respond. In fact, she didn't even flinch. She just continued along with her Olymipics application with Lucila. What the heck? It's one insult to be called such a horrible word... but to add insult to injury by not apologizing, or even acknowleding her error? I was NOT a happy Nur�, bloglings. NOT AT ALL.
My rant is way too long.
The BBQ is soon upon me, and I have a ton of work to do before I 12pm... so I must sleep. Much love to everyone... except for Laura -- poopygirl.
I tried to blog today, but I had some problems with my computer -- Nebari's not happy that the blogs are getting more attention in my posts than she is. So, here's my chance to introduce everyone to my computer, Nebari. Os presento. fin.
BBQ facts: I went shopping with Leah, Verena, and Jenz today. Not bad. I got everything on my list -- apparently, there was no molasses in Alcampo, but there was maple syrup -- which is not the same thing, mind you -- but it works all the same. I got some conflicting messages from people about who was coming to the BBQ, and at the last count we had 20 -- which is bad because I didn't shop for 20 people. It's good that we are blessed with such wonderful and kind friends (with the exception of Laura -- I'll tell you later). but I don't want people to pay 3.15 � and not get their fill... I like being fair. Leah says I'm too fair. Eh.
So I started cooking at, oh, 9pm, and we finished at 3:30am. not bad. Leah and I got the potato salad, guacamole, and the baked beans done -- they're cooking on the stove all night. I also got my BBQ sauce done -- it's mightly fingerlickingood. Also: Vanessa Carlton's 1000 Miles is a terrific song. It'll be on my playlist for a while.
Before I forget... I woke up at 6:04am on Tues morning -- not sure why, and opened up Windows Notepad and hit the autodate key (F5) and then typed DOD/OD ... anyone know what that means? I DON'T!
Speaking of crazies... after Carla, Leah, and a surprise-visit-Chris and I had lunch, my mommy logged on MSN and we discussed my housing situation at MU this fall... which is null. So she called Oxford Real Estate, and put me on cross-Atlantic-3way... my choices are grim, but not terrible. I wanna see what my options will open up to later. I don't want to live with a (probably kind, but still a) First-year or stranger for my fourth and (everyone together, now...) final year. I forgive my mommy for forgetting my housing issue since December... sorta. She hasn't forgiven herself, but it's okay... I'll land no my feet ... somehow.
Laura & her evil name calling: She came to my room on the pretense that she was gonna help with dinner -- NO. She and Lucila decided (and I don't know how I said they could, but I must have...) they wanted to apply for the olympics. but since their names/streets/whatnots have accented letters �, �, etc., their webform wasn't being accepted. So I fixed it for them. Laura then, while I'm working at the computer, fixing something that wasn't on my list of things to do (I'm just nice, remember that!) she picked up the phone, called Ra�l, and put the phone to my ear. Ra�l picked up, and says "hola" and I'm all hmm, that sounds like Ra�l...
What does maric�n mean?
It means faggot.
Now if a stranger had the nerve to call me that, I'd ignore it, because it's a stranger and I haven't the time to defend myself to someone whose opinion I don't care about. But when it's a person I consider a friend, whom I spend a considerable ammount of time with... that just gets to me. How rude. and I was inscensed, and kicked her chair, hard, saying
My rant is way too long.
The BBQ is soon upon me, and I have a ton of work to do before I 12pm... so I must sleep. Much love to everyone... except for Laura -- poopygirl.
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