Monday, March 19, 2007
Hmm. It seems that I am getting a little bit more optimistic on life. :) Though, for the past week, I have not done anything else but complain, rant, and explode at the end of the day (and last Friday, I threw a tantrum about half an hour after arriving at college).
Thank goodness my mum and my sisters were there to hear me out. If I were alone I think I would be sent to an asylum by now.
Remember little freako on the bus? He is starting to become the pure source of misery in my life. Last Friday was really the last straw.
After boarding off the bus, he followed me when I was making my morning purchase of coffee and snack. He asked me, "Are you going to have breakfast?" Frankly I was used to him inviting himself at your table without asking, and I really did not enjoy his company as much, so I quickly said, "No."
He disappeared, and I was relieved, but alas this relief was not meant to be. I sat down at a table, and before I knew it, freako ran all the way back to where I was sitting, with a huge 1.5l bottle of Sprite in hand. I seeked refuge in the gym, and as I thought I was safe, he actually barged into the gym as though he just got out of a tornado.
W: HEY AZZIE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!
A:...
(Boss laughing behind the computer screen at the counter)
A: *NAME CENSORED TO PROTECT IDENTITY* - Are you following me?!
W: No, no I'm not following you.
A: *stare*
W: Ok, yes. I am following you around. So I'll see you later ok?
...
I went to class at 11am, and around 12pm, my cellphone registered a call. I ignored it - for heaven's sake, I was in class. It was from weirdo.
I had lunch shortly after class, and that's when weirdo came up to me and said, "Too bad I had lunch already. If not you could have joined me." Who the hell do you think you are?! OMG.
Later on he continued, "Hey, sorry about earlier. I don't know what I am doing, following you around." I just don't know what to say.
Even later during the day, as I was tapping away on the keyboard in the gym...
The door violently swung open. Weirdo stepped in.
"Hey Azzie. Are you filling in for a friend?"
=________= (keeps mouth shut)
"I'll see you later on the bus ok?"
And later on, in the bus...
"Hey Azzie, you know, I have this third eye. I'm clairvoyant. It tells me... that the guy in the gym... (sigh sadly)... he's your boyfriend, isn't he?"
WTF. If my boss hears this, his REAL girlfriend would frown and he would probably be laughing his ass off. It's really not all right.
"I'm working in the gy..."
"OH! SILLY EYE! I NEED TO PRACTICE IT MORE OFTEN!!! IT'S GONE RUSTY!"
WTF. *goes to sleep, the best way to untangle all the fuzz in my brain at that moment*
Before reaching our destination, he leaves me with another disturbing phrase, which I thought, THANK GOD IT'S THE BLOODY WEEKEND. Am censoring out the last phrase. Just too disturbing to type out. Oh but there's one thing that is not too disturbing to say - he walked all the way to the back of the bus, and 'moonwalked' all the way back to the front. When he was done, you can hear, "O YEA! IT'S GOOD!"
My weekend was bliss. I had such a blast with my sisters, mum and dad together with my cousins. We went karaoke-ing, it was my first time, and probably last as well. I find that some things make me too high for my own good - and in that little karaoke box, I was singing my lungs out (it was then also I discovered I can't sing) and prancing around the room shoeless as I sang to memorable tunes from the Spice Girls, NSync and Backstreet Boys along with my sister and cousins. When I got home, I was out like a light.
Monday followed, and what else could possibly distort the beautiful picture and clear head of mine but freako on the bus. He was dressed for winter, as he wore a really thick jacket (ones you only see people in the UK wear during winter) over his white collared shirt and beige pants and some pinkish tie. Okay, so he wasn't so annoying this particular day, but he noted that he would be absent tomorrow from college because he will be seeing the doctor in regard to the fainting episode he had in the computer lab last year (which I did write about previously). In his words...
"Hey Azzie. I won't be taking the bus tomorrow. I'm going to see the doctor. Remember I fainted last year in the lab? I'm going to see him about that. So... Don't worry about me ok? I'll be alright."
WTF. I couldn't say anything, just kept quiet.
Today, he 'sms-ed' me early in the morning, asking me to guess what is on the 23rd of March. I replied, "Sure, it's a Friday, and it happens to be the deadline for my soundscape assignment."
"And for yer information" he replied, "its my birthday"
My response? "Whatever, I don't know how it concerns me"
He calls me, about nine times. I answered about three of the phone calls, all of which was disconnected after a few seconds (which he managed to explain, 'something's wrong with my batt...")
Oh well. I told him, just text what he had to say.
"You should have wished me a happy birthday, not just whatever"
Hello. It's not even the 23rd yet. And I'm not obliged to wish you a happy birthday, let alone way before the actual date. I'm not stupid!
UGH. I'm so annoyed. I woke up with a stuffy and itching nose, and this happens.
Whacko Jacko wannabe, GO AWAY and LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
5:34 PM Azzie's got style
