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Tuesday, April 13th, 2004
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8:41p - Sometimes you just need a stabbity object
Today was the most magically fucktastic day ever...or maybe I'm just thinking that it is the worst because I'm menstrual, which makes everything seem five hundred times worse than it is. First I slept in and missed class, which would have been fine because it meant lazy breakfast with Juu-chan (names have been slightly altered to protect those others who skipped class this morning.) But then, I went to work for my stinking five hour shift, which is really too long to be an enjoyable amount of quiet time in the library, but too short to make me feel like I have a real job, and am anything more than a work study hobo. I don't really mind the five hour shift when I'm menstrual, because I can't eat much of anything, so the fact that I have approximately five minutes to eat before work is fine with me on those days. I can just do some work for them, cutting newspapers up, erasing folders (don't ask, it's twice as boring as it sounds) and doing whatever other mundane task they give me in addition to simply sitting and waiting for the phone to ring or visitors to be confused and need my guidance, and then when I get some free time I can sneakily read fanfiction and knit, or do homework if I have any. Now, today I was knitting and enjoying some particularly cute gay-boy love, when my boss told me that another woman working in the archives was annoyed by my knitting and wanted to know if I could stop doing it from now on. What?
First of all, how is knitting annoying? I could see if I was making really loud clickety-clack noises and counting stitches loudly, or if I was being a clutz and sending my yarn across the room and tripping people, but I was not doing ANY of those things, since I am a well-versed knitter who knows the way to be unobtrusive. Also, even though needles click, this woman's office is far away from me, and there is no way in all holy hell that she could hear me, or even actually SEE me knitting, except for when she passed me at the front desk. So clearly, this whole thing struck me as odd and annoying. I like knitting. It helps me not think of my uterine cramps. But no, not today. It was not meant to be. So I put it away, and five minutes later, she came up with a stack of fifty-year-old correspondence she wanted me to file chronologically.
Ah-ha, so that's it, I thought. She just wanted me to do her little odd task. That's fine, I never argue with things like that, but the fact that she had to ban my innocent knitting to ask me to do it seemed completely out of line to me, and very annoying. Therefore, I was in a foul mood for the rest of my shift, something that I do not doubt the other archivists noticed, but I think only my boss knew WHY.
After that, I hurried home as fast as my aching body would go, because my friends and I have a tradition every weekday afternoon at five (at which time I get off work on Tuesday's) during which time we watch an episode of Inuyasha and another of Cardcaptor Sakura. It is a relaxing thing to do between classes and work and the ultimate time after dinner when we will buckle down for homework. At least, it is meant to be relaxing, but ever since my roommate started joining us, it has somehow become something I dread. She's just...too nitpicky about everything, and it grates on all of our nerves, but I am the only one who gets in trouble with her, because I'm the only one who will tell her to just calm down and watch the damn anime or leave. So I'm rushing home so I don't get in trouble for being late even though she knows very well that I work until five on Tuesday's, and that there is only so fast I can move my body from the library to our house, and I walk into the room to hear her complaining to our other viewing mate that "She's already five minutes late, and I have a tight schedule to keep." So I say, in an utterly calm and in no way biting tone, "Eat me, I can only get home so fast" whilst setting down my things and hanging up my coat. Our viewing-mate finds this all very entertaining, but my roommate freaks out and, as she so often does, takes it as a vicious personal attack, telling me not to bite her head off, and that she wasn't bitching about it or anything, so I just need to calm down. Now, I should point out that she raised her voice to do this, so when I told her that, clearly, I did not mean it as an upset or a barb, and that SHE perhaps needs to calm down, I thought myself utterly reasonable, but of course, she just started grumbling about how I was menstrual, and therefore in a mood.
Yes, I WAS in a mood, but she knew nothing about it, and I thought that considering my day and my condition, I was being a bit more reasonable than her, so I should not be the one who is said to be "in a mood." That, of course, annoyed me during the entirety of our viewing, and so instead of being happy and calm for dinner, I was just very irate and ready to try to force some food down because, as I recalled just then, I had a sizable portion of homework (Japanese, so I couldn't do it at work) to do after dinner. But of course, to top my day off, dinner was nothing short of dismal, and the only bright side was my personal knowledge that at least since it was disgusting, I would not have to worry about getting cramps later, so that was fine.
Finally, I went upstairs for two hours of homework that would have taken half the time if I hadn't been in such an irritable mood that I couldn't really concentrate. I just want to stab something.
I'm going to take a nap. My roommate's back and I don't want her to say anything to me, as it will undoubtedly piss me off, and then I'll just have to cause trouble, because my patience meter is currently at 0, and I really would rather not start a silly feud just because I've had a bad day. Just because she goes haywire when she's menstrual doesn't mean I will. I will take a nap and avoid trouble.
I'm good like that. Sometimes.
current mood:  bitchy
current music: "Lullaby" from Key the Metal Idol (comment on this)
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