Lunatics and Princesses

Yesterday (post-previous entry) I went back home from OCC. After eating some food and brushing my teeth I felt a little bit better, and decided to go to Vampire after all.

Now. Vampire is every Friday at Fairmount Community Church. I usually get a ride with Tim but because of crazed scheduling on my part, I couldn't yesterday. So I decided to take a bus. Asked Tim what street the church is on- he says it's at West Genessee and W- something or other. Right! I can totally do this.

I go downtown and ask the information lady which bus I take. She says the 78, because it goes up West Genessee Street. However, she neglected to tell me that the damn bus turns after Westvale Plaza. The bus driver was the one who told me this. He very nicely gave me a transfer to catch the Camillus bus- the one that would pass me later on- which is the one I should have taken, and I started walking.

The church can't possibly be that far away. Right? Right?

No. So very, very wrong.

I started to get nervous when I saw Wal Mart in the distance. I'm like, Oh, fuck. I totally thought it was before Wal Mart. Keep in mind, it's three miles from Westvale to Wal Mart. In nintey degree heat with high humidity. I was just about dead when I passed Wegmans. I decided to stop in to Wal Mart and talk to Quinn for a few minutes before resuming my trek.

Quinn's reaction: "Ohmigod, you're here! Omigod, your arm!"

(Yeah. It looks kind of bad, and people keep asking me what happened to it. Those Star Wars action figures, I tell ya. They just have it in for me.) But Quinn hadn't seen my arm since Tuesday or whenever it was, so he was like, whoa. He asked me what I was doing there, and I told him how I ended up walking. The look on his face got progressively more comical as I continued, and by the end he was staring at me open-mouthed, like I was some type of unbelievably precious idiot. Then he made me sit down for a while and let me drink some of his water. I wound up staying with him until he got off work, and then we walked up to the church together, which turned out to be another two blocks up the street.

Vampire was great. I'm starting to get the hang of this. There was a werewolf attack (I think. My character, luckily, is oblivious, so she can get away with not totally knowing what's going on unless she feels like it.) Morridin wound up being elected Prince, effectively kicking Dani's character out of office, even though she wasn't there. Ton Clau wound up torped in the trunk of a car. Two new Bruja showed up (Lopez and Scott- yay Lopez and Scott!) Helena (me) stole Xell's (Quinn's) book. There were cupcakes. There was lots of potato fun. Helena entered a crossbow tournament and lost horribly- shot in the shoulder, kneecap, and ass. Ouch. I love Vampire- it makes me happy.

Today was great. I just slept a lot. I think I needed sleep more than anything else, even though I missed a bunch of phone calls. And that's it, I guess.

Sometimes I like to pretend that I’m a concerned citizen, and that’s why I take the busses. Public transportation helps keep stupid car emissions down, or whatever. Other times I tell myself that I think easier on the bus, that it’s when I get my down time, it’s the time I have to zone and think and straighten out everything that’s in my head. Okay- the point is, I take a bus. Two, actually. Every day, twice a day, rain or shine, there I am, standing on the stupid corner waiting for the stupid bus. This has never really been a problem. Pain in the ass, occasionally? Sure, especially when it’s really cold, but not a problem.

Now, I have a problem.

The problem’s name is Eddie.

Eddie first found me back in October or something. He hit on me during my downtown transfer, and I told him, very politely, that no, I wasn’t interested, I had to study. I saw him once or twice after that, but with last semester’s insane schedule and a long winter break, I hadn’t seen him at all. Which was fine with me.

Until Monday. Then it all just went to hell. Now he follows me around and tries to get me to go out with him. He tells me I’m beautiful and that he fell in love with me the first minute he saw me and can he call me on my cell phone? No, I tell him, I don’t have a cell phone (true.) No, you can’t call my house because my parents don’t want me to give out their number (not true. And it’s technically my number anyway.) No, I don’t have a car. No, I don’t have any free time. No, never. I eat, sleep, and study. I study. I study. Oh god, do I study (true. Too true.) Have you ever been involved with a black guy before? Cheery smile- “Yep!” That took the wind out of his sails for a minute.

(That's the part where I grow feathers. All I say is "No, I study" over and over and over, in response to every one of his questions.)

Now. This wouldn’t be as big of a problem if I didn’t have forty minute wait between busses. During this wait I get cocoa in this little deli place across the street, so I don’t have to sit outside in the sub-zero weather and freeze my ass off. And yeah, I sit there and study. So I’m sitting there yesterday and he comes in and sits down across from me. Apparently he’s really serious- he told me that if studying with me was the only way we could hang out, then goddamit, he would study. This persistence would be really charming if it weren’t so unwelcome.

*facepalms* Not that he’s a disturbing psycho problem, mind you. Everyone’s dangerous, to a degree, but we’re in a very public place, and I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself (more than most people realize, actually.) It’s just annoying as hell.

And I don’t feel like dealing with it. At all.

( Kristen )

( Bree )

( Kate )

I skipped my math class today to revise my Communications homework. However, I am not worried since all we do in there is brain teasers anyway. Apparently it’s a mathematical theory class. (Brain teasers!!)