Rants. Yes, multiple ones.
So I'm back home from our summer house (hopefully for just a few days) and I already want to strangle somebody.
Public transport. 23. 07. 2010. 13:20
Three sweaty half drunk half naked guys and a dumb-looking girl get in. For some reason they can't shut the fuck up and won't let me read. One of them ended up asking me what I was reading, I tried to ignore him but he wasn't actually rude so not answering would have been rude of me. So I said "Homosexuality in Literature for my German thesis." So what followed was basically 15 minutes of subtle and not so subtle humiliation. The bad thing about it was that they weren't even openly bashing homosexuals bc then I could have told them to shut the fuck up and leave me be and I would have had the sympathy of all the passangers, I would have been in the right. But no. They started asking mock-polite questions about why I chose the topic, what I am planning to write about, whether I know gay ppl and the gay scene, etc. Just the questions could have been that of genuine interest but the implications were clear, they were laughing at me, which wouldn't have bothered me if they had let me fucking read thank you. And the horrible thing is once you answer one question you can't stop and start ignoring them. So I gave court answers that they misinterpreted (did I mention they were half drunk at 1pm?) and tried to just ignore the mocking laughs as much as possible. Once when they said I should go to a certain club (what part of Homosexuality IN FUCKING LITERATURE didn't fit in your miniature brain??) I said "Know the club well, do you?", they didn't hear bc they were laughing which is probably damn lucky for me. Grrr. I love my country. *facepalm*
And then I came home. And saw my father for the first time in two weeks. Yes that went bloody well too. It's kind of amazing that he can wind me up in less that 2 minutes. bella_farfalla is coming over between the 12th and 19th (and I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooo excited -bounces*), it has been clear for fucking months and I told my parents, I told my grandfather, hell, I even told all our neighbours where our summer house is. But now my father claims he had no idea when exactly she's coming and he has private teaching (basically simple conversation in his mother language) every Wednesday which he absolutely cannot skip (but he has no problem skipping two now bc he's going to Germany on holiday). The idea was that he and mum would go to our summer house for the first few days of bella_farfalla's stay and then we'd "swop" and we could spend the last few days in the summer house before she leaves. Now the first night when she arrives is all complicated bc my father teaches until 8pm and knowing him he won't want to travel 2 hours to the summer house after that. But one thing is for sure he's not setting foot in our flat that evening even if he screams down the house. He's not coming anywhere near us, he's not poisoning even one second of her stay. I told him months ago, he should have talked to the guy he's going to Wednesdays whether it's possible to do it another day. Now I don't give rat's arse what he does. So my dearest father you can fuck yourself for all I care, ta.
Public transport. 23. 07. 2010. 13:20
Three sweaty half drunk half naked guys and a dumb-looking girl get in. For some reason they can't shut the fuck up and won't let me read. One of them ended up asking me what I was reading, I tried to ignore him but he wasn't actually rude so not answering would have been rude of me. So I said "Homosexuality in Literature for my German thesis." So what followed was basically 15 minutes of subtle and not so subtle humiliation. The bad thing about it was that they weren't even openly bashing homosexuals bc then I could have told them to shut the fuck up and leave me be and I would have had the sympathy of all the passangers, I would have been in the right. But no. They started asking mock-polite questions about why I chose the topic, what I am planning to write about, whether I know gay ppl and the gay scene, etc. Just the questions could have been that of genuine interest but the implications were clear, they were laughing at me, which wouldn't have bothered me if they had let me fucking read thank you. And the horrible thing is once you answer one question you can't stop and start ignoring them. So I gave court answers that they misinterpreted (did I mention they were half drunk at 1pm?) and tried to just ignore the mocking laughs as much as possible. Once when they said I should go to a certain club (what part of Homosexuality IN FUCKING LITERATURE didn't fit in your miniature brain??) I said "Know the club well, do you?", they didn't hear bc they were laughing which is probably damn lucky for me. Grrr. I love my country. *facepalm*
And then I came home. And saw my father for the first time in two weeks. Yes that went bloody well too. It's kind of amazing that he can wind me up in less that 2 minutes. bella_farfalla is coming over between the 12th and 19th (and I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooo excited -bounces*), it has been clear for fucking months and I told my parents, I told my grandfather, hell, I even told all our neighbours where our summer house is. But now my father claims he had no idea when exactly she's coming and he has private teaching (basically simple conversation in his mother language) every Wednesday which he absolutely cannot skip (but he has no problem skipping two now bc he's going to Germany on holiday). The idea was that he and mum would go to our summer house for the first few days of bella_farfalla's stay and then we'd "swop" and we could spend the last few days in the summer house before she leaves. Now the first night when she arrives is all complicated bc my father teaches until 8pm and knowing him he won't want to travel 2 hours to the summer house after that. But one thing is for sure he's not setting foot in our flat that evening even if he screams down the house. He's not coming anywhere near us, he's not poisoning even one second of her stay. I told him months ago, he should have talked to the guy he's going to Wednesdays whether it's possible to do it another day. Now I don't give rat's arse what he does. So my dearest father you can fuck yourself for all I care, ta.