It's not just that she's attracted to me (though she is well aware of my sexuality and has a track record of declaring undying love to a straight, female friend of mine), it's that she thinks I'm fond of her as a friend. She just doesn't have boundaries and she's unbelievably trite and cliché. It should be obvious, given that I never speak to her when it's not absolutely mandatory; the last time I saw her, my friend and I decided to simultaneously declare that we had headaches and left together when we were clearly fine. Not that I'm normally that rude; we'd just had enough and it was impossible to stop her.
*wonders what the blast radius of a malfunctioning home boiler would be if it exploded* Ah. Well, try not to let her interfere with your life too much. What does she do to be so annoying?
It's just the terrible combination of thinking she's the first to know anything or like anything (she eschews anything after it gets mentioned in the mainstream media or somehow deludes herself into thinking things aren't mainstream), her terrible tone of voice, changing the subject to talk about herself, obviously false stories or exaggerations to make herself seem interesting (it doesn't work), the tone of her voice and her recycling of jokes and references that are stolen directly from Tumblr and other social media, acting as if they're her own. Speaking of Tumblr, she has an extraordinary unsophisticated understanding of social justice; she is one of the few who actually live up to the stereotype, and it's awful. On another note entirely, I was so indecisive about using "cliché" or "clichée", because I have no idea if it's better to feminise adjectives (when applicable) borrowed from French when using English or not. I decided on the former (I edited it) after the most stressful trivial problem of the week.
We had a piece of writing to do in English and we had to write about how the author of Touching the Void creates tension and emotion and like, I just, can't comprehend how he does it, or doesn't make sense, and I can't write it down and then when I try to just write what I've been told to it makes me feel really fucking uncomfortable and horrible, and so I asked the teacher to help and explain and shit and she tried but I still didn't understand a thing
I hate waking up with makeup still on my face. On another note I'm running late for work and I'm pretty sure it's icy out.
So, the maths teacher whose car windscreen my friends and I Christened with an abandoned shoe the other day has today turned up in another teacher's car. Coincidence? I think not...
That's both cruel and funny. What did the poor teacher do to deserve that, apart from the heinous crime of teaching maths?
Haha, he's a highly pretentious person with some dodgy values (Despite having a doctorate degree in some form of industrial engineering he refers to atheists as "evil" and "blind in the face of knowledge") add that to the fact that he's super sensitive and you can more or less get why we chose to do it (It was a random idea I had, it wasn't planned)
It's weird how objective I can be towards the problems of others. Yet when it comes down to my own, I turn into this huge nervous, irrational, emotional wreck. Randomly reading articles on, a website that I am not going to mention as I am not quite sure if it will be alright. Basically, it's a database of psychology articles and stuff like that. And they are quite compact and straightforward. So I now feel the need to "test" out some of the techniques I've learned but will avoid doing so with my friends.