| Current mood: |  pissed off |
| Current music: | Brian Webb |
Hello life! BRING IT!!!
Yeah, ok, so I'm sooo fucking pissed off and annoyed right now.
So... let me less than calmly bring you through the events that lead to this pissy. out-of-control and slightly confuzzled mood right now.
8:00 pm. Thursday night (last night). After a very organized and successful week I go to the dark room to develope three roles of film that I took periodically through the week. Actually you could say the weirdness started at 5 when I went to take Paul's portrait and it started to rain as we went outside to take it. But I didn't think that to be so weird since sometimes with Paul comes a glorious, refreshing rain.
Anyway, I took the pictures until Paul didn't seem so happy about being wet, and I went to class. Then at 8 I go to the darkroom to develope the film. Developing film requires an extrememly precise procedure involving correct water temperature to the degree and correct time settings to the second. It takes me about an hour or so to do my three rolls, and as I am finishing up there is still a girl from my class starting her last two roles of film.
So I go into the dark room to make contact sheets out of my negatives, and while I'm in there the safe lights go off and the regular lights go back on. So the two girls in there and I go back outside where the other girl is developing film. We find her in the dark with the timers dead--there has been a power outage (I guess the lights that came on in the dark room were emergency lights). So with the combination of light from cell phones and a girl's glow-in-the-dark watch (yay technology) we try to finish developing the girls negatives, in the pitch black, so hours of work won't be ruined. We do this, somewhat successfully, and clean up in the dark and finally leave after about 45 minutes or so of this.
At this point it is pouring and may I interject I got soaked in my leather jacket going back to my room.
So, when I get back to my hall things are weirder. There is the flashing of police lights outside and public safety is in the building looking for a Sara. We determine that there has been a car accident that could possibly involve a Sara from the building. At this point Diane comes back with Evan, M-day, Erica, Erica's friend Tre, and Kurt. Tre was in the hall maybe being a bit loud (I wasn't out there, so I don't know) and our SM (for people who don't go here, that's an RA) yelled at him or something. (And as I heard later our SM's boyfriend--who is an alumnus--told him off as well... weird eh?). So, after a bit it was just Diane, me Kurt, and Evan in Diane's room talking and joking at a normal volume with the door closed because it is after quiet hours. Diane also has music playing at a normal level. We heared a loud knock on our door. I hesatated, thinking it was out SM again who had occasionally complained that we were being too loud in a similar situation in which we figured we were being reasonable. Diane said I could open it.
The girl outside the door says "You're being loud, and since your SM says she has warned you before I'm going to have to write you up." (OK, so apparantly this is an SM on her rounds).
"We WERE??" Was the general answer from the room.
"Yes, I can hear you out in the hall." No shit sherlock, do the doors look soundproof?
"And it's a bad idea to have music on," she continues.
"With the doors CLOSED?" I enquire. I mean, come one, the guys across the hall from Paul blast the music with their doors open. And we definately weren't blasting it.
"Yes," she answers. "It's important to be quiet, especially tonight."
"What's tonight?" I asked, wondering if she meant the accident.
"I can't say," she said.
"Ok, write us up then," I said. So, she wrote us up.
Diane and I try to figure out how we could have really been that loud and concur that we MUST have been reasonably quiet. Pissed, I head off to Paul's room and sleep there.
This morning I went back to my room with time to shower before going to work. I try to log onto webmail and the websight won't let me. I realize I forgot to change my password. (The school requires you to change it every once in awhile. Oops--my bad). So I call up the support center and they say I have to go there to fix it. With no time for shower left, I biked to the computing center and fixed the glitch essentially. I had 5 minutes left before I had to go to work. So I stop by emerson to take out food. I can't bike with the food container in my hand, so I walk, with the bike in one hand the the food in the other. I drop the food (of course) on my way to work, but manage to salvage most of it. I get to work, and realize...no POWER!! So...I sit in a dark computer lab, eat my lunch, and leave as soon as the power comes back on. So I stay at work and decide to try my email.
It doesn't work, even with the new password. So I call the computing center. It turns out I have to go all the way back there (not the mention they close for the weekend at 4:30). So I have little time to go back there and fix it (for whatever unknown reason) before showering, shaving, and getting ready for the Boston bash at 6.
Oh, and I WAS going to go to the library and read the rushlight submissions. I guess I'll have to forget about that.
I think... I think the past 12 or so hours are trying to tell me something. Life is telling me, "Lisa, you can't control everything." I had such control over everything this week. I wasted no time, I was getting ahead with work, I was even blessed with a few seredipidous moments when the peices seemed to meet perfectly. Well, my response to life is, "Life will not get me pissed for too long. I will deal. So, dish it out. Bring it. I'll handle it."
-Rose
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