Past couple weeks in review

All of this can be summed up in one word: Agh. Not anything like AAAAAAGH or OMFG AAGH!!! or even the daring AGHROPOLIS, it's just: agh.

I could safely say that however nice these past few weeks have been, they've also been slow and aggravating.

So, cue about a week ago. We just finished the ridiculous raffle for some really dull sport action pictures (Like, not signed or anything. It's just a little picture of a guy with a baseball bat.) which barely got anyone buying at all, we're now into the new semester, and guess what our beloved GSA leader Z.S. decides to pull out of nowhere? CANDY GRAMS FOR VALENTINE'S DAY! D'OH BOY! Not really. Because I'm one of the few people who actually bothers considering themselves a GSA member nowadays, I got roped in against my will. That means: I stand around for fourty minutes watching people eat everyday while I almost get purposely ignored! And not even a week into the new semester! And best yet: I HAVE TO DO THIS FOR ANOTHER WEEK! OH BOY!!!

Not really.

But so far I'm absolutely loving this semester. I have all of my best classes now; Global Religions, Humanities, and Chinese! I also have Ceramics and Chorus but they are not my forte at all, I enjoy them nontheless.

Global Religions is taught by one of the chillest teachers in the high school, which means that within a week from now the entire class is going to devolve into everyone sitting around bickering with each other because we don't even have textbooks as very few people last semester has turned theirs in. It's at the beginning of the day and I have a few friends in the class. We all tend to sit there blankly trying not to fall asleep. It's awesome.

Chinese II is amusing so far. I've been the teacher assistant for the Chinese teacher for two semesters and I have actually taken Chinese I the semester for that, which means that I walk into the classroom at the first day of the semester and I know who everyone is already as I've pretty much taken Chinese I three times in a row. I know that if I TA for Chinese 1 more time I will have a mental breakdown, but it was so worth it. I walk into the classroom and there's this guy who looks so much like Rob DenBleyker from Cyanide and Happiness it's ridiculous.

So this is Rob, pretty much the personification of absolute sexiness crammed into one physical body. He also has an ass that could make porn stars weep. The kid in my Chinese class pretty much looks like Rob but a 16-year-old version with light brown hair and glasses.

It's quite scary, actually. He sits across the classroom from me and pretty much sits there with a look on his face like "I'm bored." So come Monday. It's the third day in the class and I'm already having to control my actions around him. My Chinese teacher decides it would be a great idea to have us go throughout the class and find five new friends. Half the class immediately pounds over to my side of the classroom because that's where all the cool kids are, most of the girls huddle up in a little corner, and hot guy is just sitting there quietly with a few other guys. I go over to escape the chances of a panic attack and then we start putting our Chinese names on a sheet of paper for the other person. That's the qualification of having a friend apparently, learning our made-up names. eHarmony would be flopping over in excitement over this... So come Wednesday, we have to finalize these things. I go over there because apparently we also have to figure out what the other person likes and doesn't like (one thing for each minimum), then he looks at me with a huge smile and starts talking about how he is going to say that I don't like cars (which I don't, actually. They bore me.) because that's one of the few hobbies he knows in Chinese. I agree that I don't like cars, and I walk off with his info just when the bell rings slightly disturbed about how he smiled at me.

Come TODAY, I have to meet up with him so we can introduce each other to someone. I'm completely congested right now and still kind of drowzy from the nyquil I took last night (I never react well to medication) so I look like I'm absolutely stoned. He asks me a question about something I don't remember, and I just stare at him blankly and manage to summon up a really slow "...Wuuuuuuuuuut?" He seems to not have thought anything about it, but internally I was trying to figure out the equation (Head + Desk = ?)

I'm just not gonna say anything about it later on...