So today was Club Rush. I was actually a little panicky yesterday because I'd signed up to get FREE a table and no one could run it before noon, so I ended up skipping my P.E. class to do it. Good thing, too, because if I'd shown up any later we probably wouldn't have gotten a table at all. Which is weird, because the campus activites department actually had a process for obtaining a table, which we followed, which you would think would actually result in us having a table. IDK. But luckily the president of the QSA offered to share his table with us, although it sucked a little bit because he had a banner draped in front of the table and every indication we gave that the table housed two separate clubs went completely ignored.
Mostly it rocked, though, because a lot of people are in both FREE and the QSA and just came by to hang out. One girl brought her laptop with an old Sonic the Hedgehog game on it, fuck year~ And we ended up getting a lot of new sign-ups anyway! The local Lutheran church tablers gave us a load of candy, and we only had a couple of weirdos come around (and even then, they were of the "Fuck yeah feminism! I've always thought women should be in charge of everything!" variety and not the "Hurr hurr, make me a sandwich" type).
On a kind of bizarre note, Creeper Fanboy came by, joined the mailing list and insisted we actually send things to him. I call this bizarre because I've heard him joke numerous times about how crazy feminists are, and apparently when he came to the Vagina Monologues to creep all over my friend he had nothing to say about the play itself - which is really weird if you're familiar with the nature of the show, love it or hate it. IDK, I kind of doubt he's trolling - he doesn't strike me as having that kind of gumption, bold creeper habits aside. Maybe he's actually been enlightened? We shall see. ~strokes invisible but majestic beard~
I love it when guys who have girlfriends tell me I'm one of their favorite people. That always works out really well. :/
In other news, the anime club had their costume contest last night. I didn't enter, because my costume was a) not completed and b) a vending machine. However, there was a surprise appearance by cute-guy-from-comic-club dressed as Robin. Happy Halloween, me.
Still slogging through From Hell, getting over a cold, and putting off folding my laundry. I've been in a haze since yesterday - by like 9:30 last night my conversational skills had deteriorated to, "I like cats. They're cute and fuzzy. I like doctors. TV doctors are hot. I like Beyonce. All the single ladies~"
Ahem. So today I went to see Where the Wild Things Are with a couple of the F.R.E.E. club girls. It was pretty good, I thought - obviously it would be impossible to make a movie solely out of the original contents of the book, but the way they added to it felt very ...real, I guess would be a good word? I thought it worked quite well.
(Although the first scene was an interesting choice. Introducing Max as he is chasing his dog down the stairs, wielding a fork and screaming bloody murder, made me wary of the character rather than sympathetic. I remember thinking, "If he sticks that dog, I am walking out of this theatre." ...He didn't, btw.)
Aaaand now I'm going to whine about the ex a little more. See, it goes like this: He friends me on Facebook, right, and then apparently finds a new girlfriend a few days later. One day, I'm chillaxing and scrolling through my Facebook feed and I see that he's posted a status that says, "I'll eat you up I love you so." This is before I learn that he has a new girlfriend, so I make a HRM face and continue about my business. Of course, I realize pretty soon that he has someone new, which puts it into a clearer if unpleasant context (one week? one fucking week is all it takes?). Whatever, it's his style. I'll survive.
Then towards the end of WTWTA, one of the characters says to another, "I'll eat you up, I love you so." And I'm like, "...Goddammit."
