The Daily Adventures of Mercat

today is my first day of "grad school", I am shockingly not nearly as nervous as I thought I'd be. I guess after five years of engineering, well... actually, I don't know. I've always been very perceptive of age and position, and that usually works against me because I can't call old teacher-friends by their first names (still!) and I am used to be the youngest person around, which means I usually submit myself to the conversation and let other people talk more. Which I desperately need to work on, because I'm pretty smart and I need to show that more, especially when shutting up just leaves me with this shocked sense of are these really the people I am peers with? (Far from everyone, but certain incidents are rather appalling.) Anyway, I'm one of the older people in the house now, and I was thinking more about my age-out year the other day and I just need to be more like that, I guess.

I have also possibly been watching too much Sherlock this week. I caught up on three whole episodes, which is basically three entire movies'-worth.

Anyway. I met my roommates yesterday, and I got to talk to two of them a little more, they seem pretty friendly, which is good. Hopefully we will all socialize more because I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, as always.

So remember how I found the alive food in the oven? Nobody touched that shit for a day after I know everyone was home, so I said "fuck it" and threw it out, plate and all. I'll just pretend I broke a plate but considering this place is a 4-student-college-rental, I really don't feel like anyone's going to be missing that one plate. Especially considering I opened up the pantry last night and someone's cornmeal was being torn apart and eaten up by some kind of bug.

YEAH SO. Gotta get plastic containers for all my foods, it seems.


Oh! And then this morning. I went to make breakfast and someone had eaten one of my fucking frozen pizzas.

Look. I know I have this irrational ownership problem with food. But if you didn't buy the food, DON'T FUCKING EAT THE FOOD. And considering I got up at 4 this morning and went to the bathroom and it sounded like there were people hanging out in the living room watching TV and I know the other night there was a fair amount of drinking going on, I am only going to tolerate this once.

Once is an accident.

Twice is a coincidence.

Three times is a pattern. And I am tired of dealing with people who don't respect my boundaries, this problem has been far too common in my life on the whole. Yes, I realize it's just a pizza. But hell to the no. I don't have a car, I am not filthy rich, I can't make a trip to the grocery any time I damn well please. I have a bicycle, and I don't even have a fucking basket for it, I'm going to have to carry everything in my backpack.

People wonder why I'm such an introvert, it's because of shit like this. The details bother me. I shut myself up in boundaries because people are constantly not respecting the ones I set. If I'm an Ice Queen as some folks so ~teasingly~ called me in high school, it's not because I want to be that way, let me assure you.

Well, that and I tend to internalize most things. Which I think makes me not so good at expressing them and holding "normal" conversation, I'm not sure. But yeah, that, too.

OKAY, OKAY, I HAVE PILES OF THINGS TO POST. I REALIZE I AM HORRIBLY BAD AT POSTING LATELY AND I'M SORRY BUT I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THESE CRAZY PEOPLE.

So today I went to art class wherein we were starting a new drawing, which involves changing drawing spots so we have a new view to draw from. So I went to the closet and grabbed a drawing horse, and set it up at the end of the room. I went back to my bag and grabbed my supplies, but when I walked back over to my spot, someone had placed their things there. So I turned to the girl and asked her if she was just placing her things there for the moment and she looked at me like I was crazy and said "no, that's my spot."

I literally had no idea what to say. Like... I really tried, and I had nothing that wasn't blatantly rude.

I STILL have no idea what to say to that.



Last weekend I was running errands and some random guy whom I'd never seen before told me that my vintage Batman shirt was awesome. We got into a whole convo because I mentioned that I actually got it two or so years ago at Hot Topic, etc. etc. Not one minute later, inside Subway, the guy behind the counter greeted me with, "If you could be a cartoon character, would you?"

I mean, one, it's a college campus, and two, the guy was clearly in the same age range(ish). But do I have a sign over my head or something? I don't mind people talking to me, sometimes I feel a little cold because I'm shy, so it's nice to seem friendly enough to talk to. The next day a lady at JoAnn's just sat down next to me at the pattern book table and asked me what I was making, and got in a whole discussion about patterns.

I don't know. It's Crazy Central around here lately, apparently. whiskey tango foxtrot.

Tiiiiiiiiime to do a tab dump.

Caring for your introvert. A really good article. ( copied here in case the page disappears )


I agree with that whole thing.

This is pretty cool; apparently if you are cremated in Japan, they take only the bones to put in the urn. Here we put the ashes. That's pretty cool. (Do we burn up the bones into ashes?)

I spent the other day catching up on Shortpacked! because I realized I hadn't read it since before Indy IV came out, and it probably had some related comics. It did. This is pretty much the only feeling I still have from my first viewing that I haven't processed. I mean... the janitor? Also, I'm pretty sure they just had regular ties, not bowties. (Although, let's face it, if I'm going to be picky, Indy was wearing jeans and a tee, not his getup anyhow.)

Apparently there's radium in the paint of older watches? I'm not quite sure what to make of it. I mean, people wore the watches, right? And I'm pretty sure that glass doesn't keep radiation out. And I didn't know radiation acted like "dust", either...? I guess it's that "light is both a wave and a particle" thing. *ees a mystery*

...I need a little gif of that cupcakes worm thing or something shrugging that says "is a mystery", because I would have been using it all the time recently. Not really sure why.

Do I sense some Twilight mockery? Why yes I do.

Lol, greasers are their natural enemy? Or is that another Indy knock...

Yeah, I'm flinching at that rock photo. Good photogrophy, that.

Food stroage, interesting. The paranoid part of me is intrigued.

OMFG CATE BLANCHETT WANTS TO DO CANCER VIXEN. That book is fucking amazing. It's well-written and clever, and it introduced me to the word 'asstlers'. (Ass antlers. Tramp stamps. You know.)

Anyway, that's all I have for now. Guh am I tired.