Thursday I'm Grumpy

Yes, today is one of those days. Well I'm not sure if it was annoying events or was it just me dramatized?

I went to campus to get my grade transcripts and met my friend who works there. She does lots of laboratory work and arrange some random stuff of it. She was kinda busy at that time and I just sit there next to her when our friend, our junior (she's younger than me) glanced my grade transcript. Let's just call her Miss Brainy. Miss Brainy asked me if it was possible to delete some subjects that written in a grade transcript. It is customary for us, at my uni, to eliminate subjects with bad grade so it will not written in the transcript. Some people find a low grade is extremely embarassing, apparently Miss Brainy is one of them.

"What's the grade, by the way?" I asked.

"BC," she answered with a sad-look, definitely not satisfied, as if BC is the most disgusting thing on earth.. while she's holding my transcript with three BCs, six Cs, and one D. How marvelous is that? Thank you, Miss Brainy, you reminded me how stupid I am.

Had no companion to talk to, I went to Salman. Alone. At first, I wanted to go to Prefere72 but then I remembered that I have no money to buy a fancy coffee. Yes, I just wanted to pass the time until my IELTS course starts at 7 pm. Prefere72 seems a nice place (I haven't been there, it is said a fusion between library and cafe) to spend time at, but of course one can't simply sit there, buy nothing. Thus, I spent my time at Salman.

At 5.30 pm, I decided to eat at Salman canteen, I picked bean sprouts and a beef skin. Then I started to eat, the beef skin is hardly to chop so I just used my teeth to cut it. And in this wide world, at many possibilities that a beef skin can do, this one chose to be not eaten. It slipped from my mouth and it was thrown grossly to my shirt, twice, and landed on the floor. Brilliant. Just what I need to look good to the course. That's what people do, don't they? Splash a colour? Thank you, beef skin with its rich spices, for add some yellow to my white-grey shirt.

Then I arrived at EEP at 6 pm, planned to surf the internet and charge my laptop battery. I couldn't find any electric outlet so I asked someone at the library corner where is the computer lab.

"Computer lab is currently moved right there," he pointed at a room full of computers. Oh right, I should have known that. I asked if there was an internet connection.

"Yes," he answered with a serious face, "but you have to pay 200.000 (rupiah) per hour."

And I spontaneously responsed, "what? 200.000 per hour??"

And the next second, I realized he was just making fun of me. I felt stupid.

Well done, sir. Ha ha. Very funny.

I asked him again where I could find electronic outlet.

"There lots of them upstairs, near the TV," he said with--I can't describe his face, it's sort of teasing and bad poker face at the same time which is annoying, "but there's no seat near the TV, yeah, if you wanna sit close to them, you can drag the sofa."

He was clearly just teasing me. I gave him the most sarcastic smile I could get, I didn't even say thanks. He didn't look like an official employer of EEP. Here's a little advice, sir, don't tell joke at stranger, especially a bad and fishy joke.

AND minutes ago, while I was writing this, there is an insect wildly appeared in my bedroom. I don't know its name in English neither in Bahasa. I just know it's in Sundanese, it's called "lege". I just don't like insects, in any form--big, small, flying, sliding--I hate them. I screamed so loud that my father came and asked what happened. I pointed to my blanket where I was pretty sure the "lege" stopped there. Oh yes, it was a flying insect. My dad had a look and it was magically disappeared.

"It was there, seconds ago, it must be lay there!" I was trying to convince him.

"No, there's nothing here," he said, calmly.

Great, insect. Now my dad will think that I'm retarded.

Then my dad left me and I continued to write when the "lege" suddenly occured from nowhere and hit itself times to the wall. I thought it was dying or something. Ha, good chance for me to kill it! I took a broom and hit it when it's on the floor. Bravo!

Sorry for the long wrathful post. Maybe it was just hormones that drive me crazy. I do apologise.

Great day I had. How's yours? I hope it wasn't lonesome like mine.

Cheers!