Stuff Rachel Fucking Hates

The TA for my discussion section has an annoying speech mannerism where he says “right?” after each clause. He is not British. I counted, and yesterday in the hour between 12:30 and 1:30 he said it over 100 times. I thought tag-up questions were supposed to be a “feminine” characteristic.

I really miss my brother. I tried to think of more to say about that but I can’t. I want to watch The Carter Documentary with him and order a Mediterranean Calzone. That is all.

I’ve never seen Sixteen Candles I kind of hate that about myself. I’ve also never seen Ghost World, which means I am incapable of fully understanding Emma as a human being.

Things are rapidly deteriorating between me and my computer. It’s like we’re at that point in the relationship where we both know we want to break up and kind of actually hate each other, but want to force the other person to do it, so we do passive-aggressive things like eating croissants in bed to leave annoying crumbs or leaving our recently reactivated JDate profile up on the computer screen when we leave the room. I got three blue screens of death in 45 minutes today. Specifically, I got them while I was using the computer to look up recipes I was in the middle of making. You’re a total dick, computer, and I am going to replace you in approximately five weeks.

In related news, I can’t decide if I should get a netbook They’re at that weird marginal price where it’s not a debilitatingly expensive purchase, and so I could conceivably justify it to myself. $275? That’s like one slightly overboard shopping trip at Urban Outfitters. But at the same time, I keep asking myself if this is something I “need,” and truthfully I do not “need” it as much as I “need” to “pay off my student loans,” which are “staggering.” Then again, I did not “need” the pintucked cotton shirts I just bought myself in case I ever “got a job” and had to wear something “nice.” Why am I using so many scare quotes? More importantly, why is this such a difficult decision to make?

Inscrutable comments from my advisor. My dad has a recurring dream about having forgotten to finish dropping a class in college, and having to take the final exam even though he hasn’t been to a single lecture because he thought he was unenrolled. I think I am going to have recurring dreams for the rest of my life about my advisor giving me compliments that are so incredibly tepid I cannot help but think they are actually insults. Like this, the final comment on 115 pages he just read, the culmination of about a year’s worth of work: “… you decided to take on a very ambitious project here and you wrote it all in a remarkably short period of time.” Would it kill him to say “and you did a good job because the work itself is very impressive?” BECAUSE IT’S KILLING ME.

I don’t watch GLEE, you guys This is kind of how I feel about LOST, too. Like, I have already been more or less forced to absorb all the details and plot twists of this show through osmosis because every single person on Earth is talking about it, but you’re pushing it when you expect me to act like it matters to me in conversation. I’m sorry, I just can’t do it.

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  1. emma

    “I thought tag-up questions were supposed to be a “feminine” characteristic.” LULZ

    it’s true, you will never “get” me until you see the ghost world sex scene. i own the dvd, when we live together i will screen it for you with a “talk back” q&a afterwards.

    your dad’s dream happened to my friend–she meant to drop econ2a, but never did, so she got a message telling her she was in danger of failing the class and she had to take a WF.

    that same advisor said to me, “you should be proud. i mean, not too proud, don’t go crazy or anything.

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