::alio!::

know-it-nothing

I would be at work, but some Japanese Blond (ooh, d'you like my Thievery Corporation allusion?) stole my bloody car. So now I have to wait for the huge honking SUV to return home before I can go. *grumbles*

On a lighter note, a hot (according to Allison) boy gave me his number today and I didn't even have to ask for it. That the boy was Darryl is neither here nor there.

I actually didn't have all that bad of a day. I spent mostly ALL of meditation class writing notes with Darryl, who was writing them to Tiffany. We now have a Plan. You are not privy to it, so I will not explain. I've also convinced Darryl to come out to Olly's on Wednesday, although he's doing this thing for the GLBT Centre, and I don't think he's allowed to SAY anything all that day. Hm. My next goal is to get Tiffany to come. It won't be that hard, I don't think.

Then I went to Human Rights and Allison and I sat through half of one of the most BORING lectures in the world. Allison's a Law major, and I just finished preparing a research proposal for the Carleton Ethics Committee, so neither of us really appreciated the lecture on codes of behaviour. Plus, we already knew the answers to all of the questions, and kept answering them under our breaths, to the scowls of the know-it-all-who-knew-nothing who was sitting next to me. MAN! I always want to shoot that girl. She's the kind of person who likes to talk in class, but who has NO IDEA what she's saying. She started talking today about some anthropologist who had done something in the Trobriands, but she didn't know who it was, and she had his research topic all wrong. In our minds, and in the notes Allison and I were writing to each other, we were screaming, "IT'S BRANISLAW fucking MALINOWSKI!" Now, not to sound all nerdy to those of you who aren't anthros, but Malinowski was basically the creator of the form of research we do in the field today. His work is considered a classic, and it's the FIRST FUCKING THING YOU LEARN in Introduction to Anthropology. So if you're an anthropologist and you have no idea who Branislaw Malinowski was, then you're a fucking retard and you should be shot. Or at least bound and gagged so you can't drive me NUTS for three hours. She actually turned to me at one point and said, "Do you have any idea what I'm talking about?"

Nope.

But I think that the guy Allison and I call "cute boy" (in the Anthropology department, that just means he doesn't have two heads), is one and the same with the guy at Olly's Amanda and I call "cute bartender." I'll have to check. But that would explain why he was so nice to me the last time I was there. He prolly recognized me.

Anyway, Allison and I skipped out at break, as we are wont to do, and stood in the Freshman Corridor (the part of Library Road that runs past the Azrieli Buildings and MacKenzie) and made fun of the freshies for an hour or so. I ran into LeeMing, who's looking shorter than ever. I should email her. But Allison's going to try to come on Wednesday. So that will be another Pole to add to the group. *sigh* I guess it all started with Malinowski, these Polish anthropologists . . .

Hm. There was something else, but I can't remember what it was. I should feed the dogs and get myself to my McJob. My brother just called -- AGAIN -- to apologize for stealing the car. I could have made him come home, but then he would have been bitter. Although he should know by now that the car is mine on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays. *mutters*

You may hear from me when I'm bored at the McOffice.

8:10 PM

AAAAAAAA, you fucking fucktard of a Wayner! Why do you keep taking my meticulously organized files apart and then blaming me for the disorganization? WHY?

*grumbles and says several extremely rude and very unflattering things about someone called "the Expectorating Goobermonster." then stomps her foot* Posted by Ally at November 8, 2004 06:05 PM