Cop-shop this morning, ass-hat this evening.
It totally reinforces my impression that (most) middle-aged women are bitches when a cop fitting that age and sex tells me that because I went up to David's room no crime was committed. I guess I should have waited to see if he raped me or something, then maybe they'd have shown a little interest. Right; I must have missed that cultural custom where walking through someone's doorway = I'm your plaything! (The Chief here wasn't very impressed with that logic either.) She didn't even read through the entire report one of the Rockos (what we call the security people here; I don't remember this guy's name) gave her when we got down to Metro.
Though he let me read through it on the way back, which meant I got to read David's statement. Apparently I asked if I could go to his room with him (uh, no), and I undid my pants and pulled them down for him (those stayed on the ENTIRE time, by the way--I went a few feet in the opposite direction when he tried pulling them down), and apparently he was sort of bored the whole time but I was so into it. And apparently I talked about going out with him afterward.
Also he kept evading different questions and saying completely contradictory stuff. And apparently he never bit me ... except for wait, wouldn't he have had to for ____ to have happened? Oh, but he never bit me. *eye roll*
But the pressing charges thing was just one option and there's still other things they're doing. I believe it was either today or will be sometime tomorrow where they--whoever they are, apparently the security Chief is among them--are having a meeting about it and he said sometime tomorrow he'd contact me and I could get a copy of their newly added-to report and stuff, so we'll see what happens.
I skipped Nationalism in the Middle East (we were talking about the Iraqi situation and I'm still reading on it. Though the three readings on it she's assigned have all been very compatible so I think I'm good, haha) and the Bio Lab. Though I guess this time all we had to do was write down a list of things we'll need for our group experiments, so I don't even have to worry about saying I'm not going to make up the dumb lab with a different instructor another day (I wouldn't even have the time to, unless it was tomorrow) because the Science department must be Real Fucking Full of Themselves to think that you MUST do that if you for whatever reason miss one of their busy-work sessions. Saves me some time and an argument.
Also because of that I caught the Moon Festival that Asian Students In America put on. I have some pictures on my phone now (that I promise I'll upload sometime for everyone to see; I promised girl Cameron that I'd post them on Facebook too because I got more than she did) of Reggie baiting one of the dragons with a thing of pocky. Sadly, I don't think I have any pictures where Reggie's facing the camera *sigh*
But on to the latter part of the subject title. I think that ass-hat carries worse connotations than asshole, so we'll call the other party that ass-hat and I'll be the magnificent bastard asshole. Two years in a row poor liberal bisexual Galen's had the misfortune of getting semi-psychotic Jesus-freak (the bad kind) roommates. Last year's joined some ascetic group in the middle of the American Desert. This year's can be nice sometimes but other times behave like a five year old nearing a tantrum (I thought he was going to start foaming at the mouth last night during the presidential debate). So some of us were at dinner and he (Roommate the Second) came along right as we were talking about the gay gene (I don't know if it exists or not; I don't really care) and RM II immediately jumps in with "Doesn't exist! That's a croc. It's not genetic, it's a mental disorder" blah blah BS.
At least three or four of the people at that table were bi. He knows that I at least am bi (don't know if he does about the others). So I said, "I'm not on anti-psychotics."
He promptly drifts off and rematerializes a few minutes later at the other side of the table. I don't know what he has exactly, but his meds ran out a few days ago and he's been freaking out about it.
SCORE for the Glorious Asshole.
And I don't care if it was mean. If we assigned career titles to our natures I'd stake the claim to call mine Mind Fuck. Though, I guess his might already be sort of fucked ... *smirk*
Besides, as Amber said, They've got to be put in their place once in a while.
Though he let me read through it on the way back, which meant I got to read David's statement. Apparently I asked if I could go to his room with him (uh, no), and I undid my pants and pulled them down for him (those stayed on the ENTIRE time, by the way--I went a few feet in the opposite direction when he tried pulling them down), and apparently he was sort of bored the whole time but I was so into it. And apparently I talked about going out with him afterward.
Also he kept evading different questions and saying completely contradictory stuff. And apparently he never bit me ... except for wait, wouldn't he have had to for ____ to have happened? Oh, but he never bit me. *eye roll*
But the pressing charges thing was just one option and there's still other things they're doing. I believe it was either today or will be sometime tomorrow where they--whoever they are, apparently the security Chief is among them--are having a meeting about it and he said sometime tomorrow he'd contact me and I could get a copy of their newly added-to report and stuff, so we'll see what happens.
I skipped Nationalism in the Middle East (we were talking about the Iraqi situation and I'm still reading on it. Though the three readings on it she's assigned have all been very compatible so I think I'm good, haha) and the Bio Lab. Though I guess this time all we had to do was write down a list of things we'll need for our group experiments, so I don't even have to worry about saying I'm not going to make up the dumb lab with a different instructor another day (I wouldn't even have the time to, unless it was tomorrow) because the Science department must be Real Fucking Full of Themselves to think that you MUST do that if you for whatever reason miss one of their busy-work sessions. Saves me some time and an argument.
Also because of that I caught the Moon Festival that Asian Students In America put on. I have some pictures on my phone now (that I promise I'll upload sometime for everyone to see; I promised girl Cameron that I'd post them on Facebook too because I got more than she did) of Reggie baiting one of the dragons with a thing of pocky. Sadly, I don't think I have any pictures where Reggie's facing the camera *sigh*
But on to the latter part of the subject title. I think that ass-hat carries worse connotations than asshole, so we'll call the other party that ass-hat and I'll be the magnificent bastard asshole. Two years in a row poor liberal bisexual Galen's had the misfortune of getting semi-psychotic Jesus-freak (the bad kind) roommates. Last year's joined some ascetic group in the middle of the American Desert. This year's can be nice sometimes but other times behave like a five year old nearing a tantrum (I thought he was going to start foaming at the mouth last night during the presidential debate). So some of us were at dinner and he (Roommate the Second) came along right as we were talking about the gay gene (I don't know if it exists or not; I don't really care) and RM II immediately jumps in with "Doesn't exist! That's a croc. It's not genetic, it's a mental disorder" blah blah BS.
At least three or four of the people at that table were bi. He knows that I at least am bi (don't know if he does about the others). So I said, "I'm not on anti-psychotics."
He promptly drifts off and rematerializes a few minutes later at the other side of the table. I don't know what he has exactly, but his meds ran out a few days ago and he's been freaking out about it.
SCORE for the Glorious Asshole.
And I don't care if it was mean. If we assigned career titles to our natures I'd stake the claim to call mine Mind Fuck. Though, I guess his might already be sort of fucked ... *smirk*
Besides, as Amber said, They've got to be put in their place once in a while.