Fried egg? Fried egg! \o/
DICKS... DICKS EVERYWHERE.
Explanation: I have been bothering my RA since I moved in any time she asked for "dorm bonding" suggestions, about having our floor do laser tag. (I also bothered my RAs about this last year, and both then and now, everyone responded with a positive "fuck yeah laser tag!") So today by the elevators I see a sign saying "[Dorm Name] does laser tag!" and I have about a second and a half of epic joy until I see the date. Next Friday evening. FRIDAY FUCKING EVENING. And Friday evening = shabbos.
Pretty much everything fun my dorm does, any outings this year, have so far been on Friday evening or Saturday afternoon. FFFFFFFFF-- I'd say my university hates Jews, except I can't even keep a straight face to think it because I know it's bullshit. Including the non-religious Jews here, we might almost be a majority. And it's really just this dorm AFAIK, because the freshman dorm outings (last year) were during the week or Saturday night or Sunday.
And to the asshole that dropped their cigarette and let it bounce on my shoe (windy) instead of finding an ashtray or trying to put it out: You're lucky I wasn't wearing open shoes and we were in a crowd so I didn't know exactly who you were, otherwise you damn well believe I would have called you out. Yes, right there in public.
Apparently my shame gland doesn't work correctly, because sometimes I have too much, and sometimes I don't have any.
In other news, I think
purimgifts might have broken my fanfiction dry spell. Well, that and not being home. ¬__¬ I've got another chem test next Friday, so I'll be focused on that until then, but yeah.
Explanation: I have been bothering my RA since I moved in any time she asked for "dorm bonding" suggestions, about having our floor do laser tag. (I also bothered my RAs about this last year, and both then and now, everyone responded with a positive "fuck yeah laser tag!") So today by the elevators I see a sign saying "[Dorm Name] does laser tag!" and I have about a second and a half of epic joy until I see the date. Next Friday evening. FRIDAY FUCKING EVENING. And Friday evening = shabbos.
Pretty much everything fun my dorm does, any outings this year, have so far been on Friday evening or Saturday afternoon. FFFFFFFFF-- I'd say my university hates Jews, except I can't even keep a straight face to think it because I know it's bullshit. Including the non-religious Jews here, we might almost be a majority. And it's really just this dorm AFAIK, because the freshman dorm outings (last year) were during the week or Saturday night or Sunday.
And to the asshole that dropped their cigarette and let it bounce on my shoe (windy) instead of finding an ashtray or trying to put it out: You're lucky I wasn't wearing open shoes and we were in a crowd so I didn't know exactly who you were, otherwise you damn well believe I would have called you out. Yes, right there in public.
Apparently my shame gland doesn't work correctly, because sometimes I have too much, and sometimes I don't have any.
In other news, I think
purimgifts might have broken my fanfiction dry spell. Well, that and not being home. ¬__¬ I've got another chem test next Friday, so I'll be focused on that until then, but yeah.