Scrooge
Saturday, 23 April 2005, 11:48 pm local time
My scrooge mood
I’m in an exceptionally bad mood today. Every little thing seems to annoy me today; even to the point of hearing people laughing irritates me. Earlier when a friend phoned me in the middle of my horrendous mood, I had visions of putting a fist through that friend’s face. Okay, I admit; that’s a really horrible picture that –I really, really hope- won’t turn into reality. I don’t know why there’s the sudden grumpiness in me emerging now; maybe I’m stressed out. Who knows? Funnily, I think I’m under-stressed (considering how I spent half the day playing the piano and painting, while I spent the whole of yesterday night chatting), but on the other hand, there’s no other logical reason for me to have this sense of hyper-grumpiness right now.
I’m feeling extremely rude now. And extremely antisocial. All this, for no apparent reason.
Mood swings. It’s probably one of my idiosyncratic alter-egos. I’m supposed to be studying for my human bio quiz next week, but now I can’t concentrate because I can’t help feeling angry (at God knows what)…
It’s times like these that makes me wish that I have a punching bag in my room, something for me to vent my anger/stress/capriciously bad temperament with. Horrible, horrible feeling. I hope it blows over quickly, and that it takes a long break before making a comeback.
Anyway, just to divert myself a little, I think I’ll switch the topic to the new sign outside my door. I replaced the “Beware the owner; ‘I don’t bark, but I do bite’” sign that I previously pasted on my door with a newer one, one that I just completed painting about…um…an hour or so ago? Funny how as soon as I stuck the sign on, I immediately became paranoid all the dangers and hazards that could occur to my newly-painted sign. What if someone ripped the sign off? What if someone scribbled or doodled all over it? All my hard work- wasted.
Oh, yeah. I noted another rather interesting sign in the scullery near my room. Apparently some of the other residents on the same floor aren’t too keen on housekeeping. I saw a couple of cups, unwashed, and one, especially, had been there for goodness knows how long, to the point that there was actually fungus or something growing in the solution (it looked like tea, but who knows?). Not too far away, someone posted a sign that read:
“Dear Residents,
Please wash any cups before they get mouldy.
It’s fucking disgusting.”
And no, I’m not exaggerating. It was because of the sign, that I actually noticed the cup. Ugh. Speaking of which, recently, when I visited the room of a friend’s, I noticed something floating on top of some apple juice in a transparent container. I had a closer look, and I told her, “Hey, gross; you’ve got some fungus growing in your apple juice. How long have you been keeping it?” and she casually answered, “I know. I just thought that I’d watch the progress.” I was, like, thinking, She was actually CULTIVATING that- that disgusting lump of mould or whatever in her apple juice? Oh, gross…Then I thought, she had drinking water in a container that was exactly identical to the mould-cultivating-container, right beside it. Suppose she woke up in the middle of the night, a little dazed, stumbling in the dark in search of some water to quench her thirst, and alas, she grabs the wrong container by mistake. What do you think would happen? And no, I don’t feel like continuing on with the gory details. The thought sends chills down my spine. Yuck.
SJF folks are having a ‘High Spirits Night’ tonight…sigh. That would mean another night filled with inebriation and a whole load of boisterous drunkards wandering the halls and making a hell lotta noise later. Anticipation is the best preparation, I suppose. I just hope that those drunkards leave my door sign alone.
My scrooge mood
I’m in an exceptionally bad mood today. Every little thing seems to annoy me today; even to the point of hearing people laughing irritates me. Earlier when a friend phoned me in the middle of my horrendous mood, I had visions of putting a fist through that friend’s face. Okay, I admit; that’s a really horrible picture that –I really, really hope- won’t turn into reality. I don’t know why there’s the sudden grumpiness in me emerging now; maybe I’m stressed out. Who knows? Funnily, I think I’m under-stressed (considering how I spent half the day playing the piano and painting, while I spent the whole of yesterday night chatting), but on the other hand, there’s no other logical reason for me to have this sense of hyper-grumpiness right now.
I’m feeling extremely rude now. And extremely antisocial. All this, for no apparent reason.
Mood swings. It’s probably one of my idiosyncratic alter-egos. I’m supposed to be studying for my human bio quiz next week, but now I can’t concentrate because I can’t help feeling angry (at God knows what)…
It’s times like these that makes me wish that I have a punching bag in my room, something for me to vent my anger/stress/capriciously bad temperament with. Horrible, horrible feeling. I hope it blows over quickly, and that it takes a long break before making a comeback.
Anyway, just to divert myself a little, I think I’ll switch the topic to the new sign outside my door. I replaced the “Beware the owner; ‘I don’t bark, but I do bite’” sign that I previously pasted on my door with a newer one, one that I just completed painting about…um…an hour or so ago? Funny how as soon as I stuck the sign on, I immediately became paranoid all the dangers and hazards that could occur to my newly-painted sign. What if someone ripped the sign off? What if someone scribbled or doodled all over it? All my hard work- wasted.
Oh, yeah. I noted another rather interesting sign in the scullery near my room. Apparently some of the other residents on the same floor aren’t too keen on housekeeping. I saw a couple of cups, unwashed, and one, especially, had been there for goodness knows how long, to the point that there was actually fungus or something growing in the solution (it looked like tea, but who knows?). Not too far away, someone posted a sign that read:
“Dear Residents,
Please wash any cups before they get mouldy.
It’s fucking disgusting.”
And no, I’m not exaggerating. It was because of the sign, that I actually noticed the cup. Ugh. Speaking of which, recently, when I visited the room of a friend’s, I noticed something floating on top of some apple juice in a transparent container. I had a closer look, and I told her, “Hey, gross; you’ve got some fungus growing in your apple juice. How long have you been keeping it?” and she casually answered, “I know. I just thought that I’d watch the progress.” I was, like, thinking, She was actually CULTIVATING that- that disgusting lump of mould or whatever in her apple juice? Oh, gross…Then I thought, she had drinking water in a container that was exactly identical to the mould-cultivating-container, right beside it. Suppose she woke up in the middle of the night, a little dazed, stumbling in the dark in search of some water to quench her thirst, and alas, she grabs the wrong container by mistake. What do you think would happen? And no, I don’t feel like continuing on with the gory details. The thought sends chills down my spine. Yuck.
SJF folks are having a ‘High Spirits Night’ tonight…sigh. That would mean another night filled with inebriation and a whole load of boisterous drunkards wandering the halls and making a hell lotta noise later. Anticipation is the best preparation, I suppose. I just hope that those drunkards leave my door sign alone.
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