I was awoken this morning by my mom complaining about me. So that was nice.
Lunch was basically my mom yelling at me for fifteen minutes about cutting my tomatoes haphazardly. You’d think that all you’d have to say was like, “you should cut these tomatoes better” but she just went on and on forever. She always does shit like that. It’s like a never ending lecture about how terrible I am regardless of what the activity or surroundings are.
I think this might be why I can’t stand most Asian girls. Because they remind me of shrill shrieking harpies like my mom. So I just got up in the middle of lunch and walked out.
“The more I argued with them, the better I came to know their dialectic. First they counted on the stupidity of their adversary, and then, when there was no other way out, they themselves simply played stupid. If all this didn’t help, they pretended not to understand, or, if challenged, they changed the subject in a hurry, quoted platitudes which, if you accepted them, they immediately related to entirely different matters, and then, if again attacked, gave ground and pretended not to know exactly what you were talking about. Whenever you tried to attack one of these apostles, your hand closed on a jelly-like slime which divided up and poured through your fingers, but in the next moment collected again. But if you really struck one of these fellows so telling a blow that, observed by the audience, he couldn’t help but agree, and if you believed that this had taken you at least one step forward, your amazement was great the next day. [He] had not the slightest recollection of the day before, he rattled off his same old nonsense as though nothing at all had happened, and, if indignantly challenged, affected amazement; he couldn’t remember a thing, except that he had proved the correctness of his assertions the previous day.
Sometimes I stood there thunderstruck. I didn’t know what to be more amazed at: the agility of their tongues or their virtuosity at lying.”
I came across the passage on the internet, and it describes Aspie pretty well. It makes good sense why people don’t like jews.
So the Skinny Catholic Girl sat down at our table in the lounge, setting her opened laptop down on the table. She had her credit card out and was angstily jabbing away at her trackpad. I asked her Quiet Jewish Boyfriend why she was all pecky and angsty, and he replied that she was trying to buy tickets.
Her credit card wasn’t going through for some reason and she started on the phone with AmEx. We all talked about other stuff for twenty minutes, then she finally got the charge though and revealed that she had purchased tickets to see Josh Groban live in concert. The one ticket cost $600, which is why AmEx didn’t let it through. Her seat is front and center, first row, seat 12 of a row 24 seats wide. She has been to many, many Josh Groban concerts. I listened to a few songs, and he is fucking awful.
In other news I started running. I’m kind of bad at it. The route was a little under a mile and a half and I couldn’t make it without stopping to walk a bunch. I mostly want my cardio to improve for tennis, I’m not going to start running marathons or anything.
We had an oral exam a few days ago. I did acceptably. Most people thought it was hard, some girls cried when they left the exam area.
I played tennis today. First time in six months. It was alright. Aspie beat me because he has more cardio. At a certain point (3 games in) I get way too tired to do stuff like serve the ball properly, run after balls that are far away, or actually swing. I’m probably going to start running. I bought shorts recently.
Also one of my tires has a slow leak, and I didn’t really know what to do other than fill it up with air every time I was at the gas station. My dad told me to use the fixaflat stuff, so I bought some and put it in after the tennis game today. It was awful. I spilled some on my hands so I went to a nearby gas station to wash my hands. The gas station attendant was a nice dude and he told me that the stuff corrodes the rubber and hardens it, and it’s generally not good for the wheel. Apparently mechanics will fix slow leaks for like $15-20. If I’d known that I would have just done that.
Either way, the tires are low on treads, so I have to get new ones soon anyway. Apparently tires cost like $100 a wheel. I hate doing car stuff. Computers are more my jam.
Also I’ve pretty much planned out my summer. School ends on the 15th, I fly back to CA 17th or 18th, I fly back here 27th or 28th, ten straight weeks of research until August 7; then I have the 7th to the 12th to possibly go to Toronto or New York. August 12th I start my rotation in a children’s hospital, which is alright but I’m kind of hesitant because then you have to learn the dosing specifically for children which is no fun.