Ventings
I've come to the conclusion that my lj is due for an update from me, so here it comes:
My biggest pet peeve is when people feel the need to show off. One of my friends loves to do that… a lot. Today, him, his girlfriend and I walked up to my room because I had to get some forks for the cake we were about to eat. Well, when we get to my room, my friend asks, "Do you want to show her how the embosser works?" Then he notices that I've not torn the embossed paper apart from the fresh paper. "You need help with that, don't you?" He presses a button. "No, don't do that; let me do it," I demanded. I start to press a button, but I realized I pressed the wrong one. "That's not the right button," he observed. "I know," I mumbled. I pressed the buttons I needed to press, but, when it came to this certain command, (the line feed command), he just had to touch the paper. "That's far enough," he said. "Duh," I replied.
I said all of this to say that this was his way of showing off. I know how to operate my own equipment; if I needed help, I would have asked for it. If she was interested in my embosser, fine, but let the both of us be the one to show it to her. When she asked questions about my embosser, he had to take over the conversation.
Another thing is he thinks I'm anti-social; I'm not. For instance, when I get ready to leave them, he asked me where I was going and why I was leaving? Why couldn't he just be like his girlfriend and not ask any questions? Today, when this happened I said, "I've got to eat dinner." "Well, wouldn't it be much more fun being in here than staying in your room all the time?" he questioned.
Hello, who said I was going back to my room?
I just get the feeling that, now that he has a girlfriend, he thinks he is an expert on how to be sociable. He didn't seem to care about that before, why now?
In other nonrantable news, I'm working on a sestina for my poetry class this coming Thursday. A sestina is a poem that does not rhyme; there is no room for rhyme schemes because it follows a very, very strict pattern. First, you start by choosing six end words (I think all of them have to be nouns). I've already picked out three concrete nouns and three abstract nouns. These six words represent the first six letters of the alphabet. In the first stanza, you use the end words alphabetically, and it seems as if I've forgotten the rest. lol Writing my first sestina will be challenging, but I'm excited about writing a poem in that form.
My biggest pet peeve is when people feel the need to show off. One of my friends loves to do that… a lot. Today, him, his girlfriend and I walked up to my room because I had to get some forks for the cake we were about to eat. Well, when we get to my room, my friend asks, "Do you want to show her how the embosser works?" Then he notices that I've not torn the embossed paper apart from the fresh paper. "You need help with that, don't you?" He presses a button. "No, don't do that; let me do it," I demanded. I start to press a button, but I realized I pressed the wrong one. "That's not the right button," he observed. "I know," I mumbled. I pressed the buttons I needed to press, but, when it came to this certain command, (the line feed command), he just had to touch the paper. "That's far enough," he said. "Duh," I replied.
I said all of this to say that this was his way of showing off. I know how to operate my own equipment; if I needed help, I would have asked for it. If she was interested in my embosser, fine, but let the both of us be the one to show it to her. When she asked questions about my embosser, he had to take over the conversation.
Another thing is he thinks I'm anti-social; I'm not. For instance, when I get ready to leave them, he asked me where I was going and why I was leaving? Why couldn't he just be like his girlfriend and not ask any questions? Today, when this happened I said, "I've got to eat dinner." "Well, wouldn't it be much more fun being in here than staying in your room all the time?" he questioned.
Hello, who said I was going back to my room?
I just get the feeling that, now that he has a girlfriend, he thinks he is an expert on how to be sociable. He didn't seem to care about that before, why now?
In other nonrantable news, I'm working on a sestina for my poetry class this coming Thursday. A sestina is a poem that does not rhyme; there is no room for rhyme schemes because it follows a very, very strict pattern. First, you start by choosing six end words (I think all of them have to be nouns). I've already picked out three concrete nouns and three abstract nouns. These six words represent the first six letters of the alphabet. In the first stanza, you use the end words alphabetically, and it seems as if I've forgotten the rest. lol Writing my first sestina will be challenging, but I'm excited about writing a poem in that form.