So today was a strange (and WAY eventful) day. It started off with a strange dream that my friend, Taryn---HOLD EVERYTHING-- I remembered more of the dream! Rewind!
So I was at this computer science meeting where we were reviewing our final animations and all of a sudden I got like.. lost there... or something.. or maybe I couldn't figure out where the meeting was. So I started running around the whole place and running up these stairs and when I got to the top it was a dead end. When I started running back down all these guys who were in the room decided to randomly start stripping. I tried to look away and run past them, but there were some really big stripper black guys at the bottom of the steps that tried to block my way. Somehow I ran away from them...
Okay.. so I think it was later in the dream, I ran into Taryn out of nowhere and we were just like chilling.. and suddenly there was this kitten.. and Taryn basically bit its hind leg off and I was like WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?!? And she was like what? It's good for the cat. I was like uhh NO ITS NOT.
She was like "See the cat isn't complaining." And so I looked at the cat and the cat did actually look fine. It was like all cats hind legs had infections and it was better to bite them off. I dunno. But basically I tried arguing with her and then she showed me this like educational game where two cats competed to bite the cats in the middle who held up its hind leg.
So if you're willing to keep reading about my day, please continue. If you've had enough of the insanity, that's fine too.
I woke up to find that it was 9:30 and my alarm silences itself after 5 minutes of ringing.. which I don't think it actually rang to begin with but whatever. Then I went to work. At work I listened to Aries bitch about this other friend of hers who is dating an asshole but doesn't realize it and is miserable all the time and makes all her friends miserable.
Aries who was dealing with this was basically pounding on her desk and saying "YOU DUMB BITCH. OF COURSE YOU MAKE YOUR FRIENDS MISERABLE!" I was quite amused and started telling her about some of my experiences with girls who don't understand the concept of dating someone who is in any way good for them.
Then I checked my computer to find that my boss had returned an edited version of my article. At first I was stupid and opened it in Google Docs, only to find out after some confusion and anger that it looked completely different when you downloaded it and opened it in Word. Granted, this article "is very challenging for a beginning journalist", and granted, "we will all help edit it together," but it's always a little weird to see your article look completely different after trying to get it to flow right and sound right.
So I was kind of frustrated, but whatever. Me and Stephen talked about Vampire Knight. He likes the second season more. Blasphemy. It is all fantastic, sexy shit.
Then interrupting all of this was a giant ass storm which Jeff had the bright idea of driving through thanks to leaving about 10 minutes before it started. I hope he made it home safely. There were sheets of water just just pounding against the concrete.
So what happened next.. oh yeah, I took photos of the storm, and then I got kind of sick to my stomach. OH YEAH! I totally forgot, one of the employees collapsed half an hour before the storm started and we had to call 911.
Okay.. so after the storm, I went back to work, which was kinda boring there for a while. I was trying to return the flow to the article. I mean I know that my superiors are wiser than me about how the article should look but the problem is I don't think the way they do.
Eventually I got sick of it and then one of the employees said the storm might start up again and offered me a ride so I went ahead and took it since I didn't want to be stormed on. Then when I got 'home' my roommates said they wanted to have dinner with a friend of theirs somewhere around town so I agreed to go with them. Basically we went to one restaurant, which was packed, and then we decided to go to Qdoba (basically Chipotle) instead.
I got this giant ass quesadilla of deliciousness. Yeah.
During this time I got to know some basic facts about my roommates friend: that she's a french major, that shes going to be a junior, that she's pretty hilarious, and that I overall liked her. She clearly liked me too, since after going to Wal-Mart and probably having more fun than should be had in Wal-Mart, she declared "Nadya is awesome. I like Nadya." I almost blushed. D'aaaaw. People like me. Contrary to popular belief, I like it when people like me.
My roommates are pretty awesome, too. One is a history major who has lived in Russia house for a year already and is pretty down to earth and normal for an Oberlin student. She also amuses me with her occasionally hermit like tendencies and saying blunt stuff about disliking humans and complaining about how dumb they are. She's pretty awesome.
My other roommate is a biochem major and is in my year but only 17 years old!!!!!!!1111
Holy shit, right? Makes me feel like an old woman.
The reason we went to Wal-Mart was because her glasses were broken and her contacts were making her allergies seem particularly shitty. And of course the vision section of Wal-Mart had to close 10 minutes before we got there. So we ducked under the dumb fence thingy and searched for the stupid glasses fixy kit thing and found 1 out of like 6 racks of fucking lens cleaner. I never thought I would say this, but "BACK IN MY DAY, THEY SOLD GLASSES FIXING KITS IN EVERY FUCKING CHECKOUT AISLE!"
So after all this was done (btw, at the ghetto Oberlin Wal Mart they have parking designated for HORSE AND BUGGY!) we went back to the apartment and toiled for like half an hour trying to get the stupid tiny screw into the tiny little hole (get your dirty minds out of the gutter) and screwing it in with the tiny little plastic screwdriver that stabbed my hand every time it got loose.
We had to redo it three times because first the lens wouldn't pop in, and so we loosened the screw, and then the lens popped in unevenly but we didn't notice until it was screwed all the way in again! By the end my hand was shaking so bad and my stomach was twisting in frustration and anger at the stupid screwdriver and the stupid fucking tiny screw.
Okay, so then I thought my day was surely over. Plenty of eventful shit. PLENTY. I was going to cozy up next to my computer on skype with my bf and hope that we could have a pleasant conversation instead of arguing about web design. My other roommate was still not back.
Suddenly, I hear my roommate with the broken glasses say something about a stray cat and bringing tuna. Yes, you guessed it. My other roommate came across a random stray kitten who was hiding under a car (4 weeks old) so of course we had to come help rescue it. We brought milk and tuna. When we get there we can hear the kitten meowing at the top of its lungs, and could have been there for at least 24 hours.
It sounded like a squirrel. I didn't know cats could do that.
There were other ladies there who were semi cat experts, and one of them knew the phone number of the lady in town who fosters kittens and adopts them out in the town art gallery and art store, gingko gallery. But before she showed up we opened the tuna (I was beneath the tuna opener at the time, and got tuna sprayed all over me, followed by lots of apologies. I still smell like tuna) and the kitten ALMOST came out, but then at the last second ran off.
We tried to corner it by surrounding the car but it ended up climbing into the fucking tire. Inside the suspension. Goddammit, kitten. We're trying to save you. Get with the picture.
The present cat lady expert tried to get the cat out, but was worried that it was too narrow. Then the almighty cat savior from gingko gallery (forgot her name, sorry) came in to the rescue, and with her magical hands somehow managed to reach around the back of the tire and raise the kitten out. We tried to give it some tuna but it wouldn't eat it because it had a sinus infection that kept it from being able to smell food. All that tuna wasted. Except when it was spilled on me, of course. But it was all okay because the nice almighty cat/kitten savior said "you helped saved a youth's life today" and drove off in her catmobile.
I returned to the apartment feeling more noble than I probably should have. That's right, bastards. I helped save a kitten, made a new friend, screwed a tiny screw into a tiny hole so that my roommate could not have burning eyes, worked on an article that both my bosses would be intimidated by, and ate a quesadilla.
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