A Week with Dante: The Inferno Aaooooooooooo~!
So, I'm finally updating my journal, yay! ...I have so much I want to write about, but I'm so tired and sleep-deprived and this is hell week too. So I decided to solve the immediate problem in hand by procrastinating! Yaaay! Heheheh. I guess the biggest news for the week is that I have a friend here who is coming home with me to Japan for Spring Break! She is actually from Spain, and she and I have been taking the same classes and hanging out quite often, so I'm pretty excited. She was actually thinking about staying here alone for Spring Break, so I was like, "No. You can't do that. You should so come home with me!" And as crazy as this muchacha is, she was like, "Okay." Lol. So we did some last minute research for cheap tickets online. Lol. We actually googled it, typing "Cheap tickets to Japan" and even including "300lbs" in our original and specified serach. Unfortunately, we couldn't find one that was so cheap, but we found two for about 500lbs, so now we're in the process of asking our loving fathers to pay for them. Hehe. Oh. Random moment. I also met, if met is the right word to use. Perhaps found? Anyhow, I found one of my precious childhood mates (by the way, mate as in British mates. Aka: friends)on-line on thefacebook! Such joy was in my heart that I cannot describe in words but tears! It was such a pleasant surprise too! She was one of the only girls that befriended me and Maryann in Tokyo at this jailhouse, or rather, a private ALL GIRLS--or CATS i should say--school that I forcefully attended for three months during my refuge at my father's place from the Great Hanshin Earthquake.... Anyhow, It was just a happy moment where that sentimentally unsatisfactory curiousity of "I wonder how so and so is doing...," was finally answered! But alas, shit always happens to make up for the good, and thus, I will recount of my past two weeks in vain, starting with Valentine's day.
Okay, so I know about two weeks have passed since this day for happy couples and big red hearts and that all single women want to just grab a knife and stab, but if you think that your Valentine's day was sad, I must ask you to reconsider, for NO One's Valentine could have been as bad as my flatmate Sari's. I used to think that being single is bad enough for Valentine's Day, but now I KNOW it's not the worst shit that can happen after the night of February the fourteenth, two thousand and four; eight forty pm. That was exactly when Sari had accidentally mutilated her finger. Almost chopped it off with her newly bought knife. And for what? All for a stinking boyfriend. Lol. I really shouldn't be laughing, but it was such a horrible day for us--especially for Sari, that we couldn't stop laughing after the whole deal. Anyhow. So, earlier that day, I had given Sari a chocolate for Valentine's day. Then, her boyfriend also gave her some chocolates. Awwww. Ya. Cute. But this was only the beginning of the cold, dark, and bloody night that we were about to possess without consent. Anyhow, Sari felt selfish for not getting us anything, especially for her loverboy. So I suggested we make some chocolatechip--haha--more like chocolateCHOP*** cookies. Lol. So we went to the campus 'stop and rob,' and got some sugar, flour, and a chocolate bar. Then, we went to the Hotspot, where we got a recipe over the internet, went back to the dorms, ate dinner, and were both jolly and merry and talking about how it was going to be our first real baking night, blagh blagh blagh,.... So, we decided to split up the recipe and carry out the task, so that it'll save us some time, and so I told Sari to chop up the chocolate bar into pieces. THIS was the beginnig of the horror of the eve. For it all began when I heard a loud and angry "FUCK! FUCK, fuck, Fuck, fuck!" from Sari. So I'm like SHIT! and I look at her, and yes, her right thumb is covered in blood. I used to think that I'm a strong person, but when I saw her thumb almost split in two, I must admit, my eyes became watery and I almost wanted to faint. Poor thing, and SHE was the one who was bleeding. She soon told me that she's feeling dizzy and that she was concerned that the cut was deep, estimating it to be about 2/3rds of the way through the big Daddy, so I began to panick and get towels and look for ER phone#s. Then I finally got a hold of someone at the front desk and they sent us three staff members, two of whom were trained and liscensed first aiders. But when the first woman came to our dorms, she was like, "There's another woman coming and she's a licensed first aider...." but when the other one got here, she came empty handed. Her excuse was that "there is a man coming with a first aid box." However, when THE man came to our dorms, not only was he NOT certified to be a licensed first aider, but he didn't have a first aid kit either. All he had was a cheapie medicine box. Still, Sari's finger looked so bloody and painful that we just decided to take a cab to the hospital, so I asked them to help me order a cab, but these people wouldn't help me at all! They just sat and watched as if this were some circus freak show, and here I was, running around like a fucking chicken with its head cut off, trying to dial the right amount of digits to catch a stinkin cab. So, we finally got to the A&E= Accident and Emergency, but since the U.K. is very underdeveloped in some ways, we had to stay there for three hours until the dr. finally bandaged her finger up. So thus far, her finger has lived, though she may lose some of her senses at the tip of her thumb. But the poor girl has a HUGE bandaged thumb, another visit to the dr.'s in a week, (which turned out to be a waste of time for us) and no cookies at all. I felt so bad that after she saw the dr., I asked her if I could get here something to drink/eat from the vending machine. She said that she could go and get it herself though, and to told me to stay and wait for the cab that we called for on the way back, just in case it came while she was grabbing munchies, so i said ok, and let her go. But after a few minutes, Sari came back empty-handed with a semi-pouty, forfeiting look. I asked her what happened, and she told me that she had put in a pound into the Pepsi vending machine, only to realize right after she had put money inside, that there was a huge ﾖUT OF ORDER sign on it. So she tried to retrieve her pound, but it was too late, and she said she felt stupid, b/c the other people in the waiting room--where the vending machines were--were all looking at her like, "poor girl..." Lol. Poor thing. So I felt even worse for her. When we got back to our dorm, Sari had a smoke AND beer, but she was still feeling bad, so I told her that I would like to buy her a drink. So we decieded to go to the Waterloo, a bar in the basement of the main building at Aberdeen University, only to find out that it had just closed, when we got there. YA. How much worse can it get? Poor Sari. It was just one hell of a day, where nothing we tried to do worked, that we had to laugh out loud, and Laugh we did. I, for not getting my planned 250pages of reading and the chocolate chip cookies done, and Sari for ALL of the above that had happened to her, all in one single day. All she could say was "Happy Valentine's!" and "Fuck!" Anyhow, before I update my club night hazard, I better go write my paper, since I thought that it was going to be like this little exercise, but it's actully supposed to be like 4 pages long!
Okay, so I know about two weeks have passed since this day for happy couples and big red hearts and that all single women want to just grab a knife and stab, but if you think that your Valentine's day was sad, I must ask you to reconsider, for NO One's Valentine could have been as bad as my flatmate Sari's. I used to think that being single is bad enough for Valentine's Day, but now I KNOW it's not the worst shit that can happen after the night of February the fourteenth, two thousand and four; eight forty pm. That was exactly when Sari had accidentally mutilated her finger. Almost chopped it off with her newly bought knife. And for what? All for a stinking boyfriend. Lol. I really shouldn't be laughing, but it was such a horrible day for us--especially for Sari, that we couldn't stop laughing after the whole deal. Anyhow. So, earlier that day, I had given Sari a chocolate for Valentine's day. Then, her boyfriend also gave her some chocolates. Awwww. Ya. Cute. But this was only the beginning of the cold, dark, and bloody night that we were about to possess without consent. Anyhow, Sari felt selfish for not getting us anything, especially for her loverboy. So I suggested we make some chocolatechip--haha--more like chocolateCHOP*** cookies. Lol. So we went to the campus 'stop and rob,' and got some sugar, flour, and a chocolate bar. Then, we went to the Hotspot, where we got a recipe over the internet, went back to the dorms, ate dinner, and were both jolly and merry and talking about how it was going to be our first real baking night, blagh blagh blagh,.... So, we decided to split up the recipe and carry out the task, so that it'll save us some time, and so I told Sari to chop up the chocolate bar into pieces. THIS was the beginnig of the horror of the eve. For it all began when I heard a loud and angry "FUCK! FUCK, fuck, Fuck, fuck!" from Sari. So I'm like SHIT! and I look at her, and yes, her right thumb is covered in blood. I used to think that I'm a strong person, but when I saw her thumb almost split in two, I must admit, my eyes became watery and I almost wanted to faint. Poor thing, and SHE was the one who was bleeding. She soon told me that she's feeling dizzy and that she was concerned that the cut was deep, estimating it to be about 2/3rds of the way through the big Daddy, so I began to panick and get towels and look for ER phone#s. Then I finally got a hold of someone at the front desk and they sent us three staff members, two of whom were trained and liscensed first aiders. But when the first woman came to our dorms, she was like, "There's another woman coming and she's a licensed first aider...." but when the other one got here, she came empty handed. Her excuse was that "there is a man coming with a first aid box." However, when THE man came to our dorms, not only was he NOT certified to be a licensed first aider, but he didn't have a first aid kit either. All he had was a cheapie medicine box. Still, Sari's finger looked so bloody and painful that we just decided to take a cab to the hospital, so I asked them to help me order a cab, but these people wouldn't help me at all! They just sat and watched as if this were some circus freak show, and here I was, running around like a fucking chicken with its head cut off, trying to dial the right amount of digits to catch a stinkin cab. So, we finally got to the A&E= Accident and Emergency, but since the U.K. is very underdeveloped in some ways, we had to stay there for three hours until the dr. finally bandaged her finger up. So thus far, her finger has lived, though she may lose some of her senses at the tip of her thumb. But the poor girl has a HUGE bandaged thumb, another visit to the dr.'s in a week, (which turned out to be a waste of time for us) and no cookies at all. I felt so bad that after she saw the dr., I asked her if I could get here something to drink/eat from the vending machine. She said that she could go and get it herself though, and to told me to stay and wait for the cab that we called for on the way back, just in case it came while she was grabbing munchies, so i said ok, and let her go. But after a few minutes, Sari came back empty-handed with a semi-pouty, forfeiting look. I asked her what happened, and she told me that she had put in a pound into the Pepsi vending machine, only to realize right after she had put money inside, that there was a huge ﾖUT OF ORDER sign on it. So she tried to retrieve her pound, but it was too late, and she said she felt stupid, b/c the other people in the waiting room--where the vending machines were--were all looking at her like, "poor girl..." Lol. Poor thing. So I felt even worse for her. When we got back to our dorm, Sari had a smoke AND beer, but she was still feeling bad, so I told her that I would like to buy her a drink. So we decieded to go to the Waterloo, a bar in the basement of the main building at Aberdeen University, only to find out that it had just closed, when we got there. YA. How much worse can it get? Poor Sari. It was just one hell of a day, where nothing we tried to do worked, that we had to laugh out loud, and Laugh we did. I, for not getting my planned 250pages of reading and the chocolate chip cookies done, and Sari for ALL of the above that had happened to her, all in one single day. All she could say was "Happy Valentine's!" and "Fuck!" Anyhow, before I update my club night hazard, I better go write my paper, since I thought that it was going to be like this little exercise, but it's actully supposed to be like 4 pages long!