College, Ren and Stimpy, and Eldest Aunt's
I've been very busy lately, so I haven't been able to post these past few days. Meh... anyway, on Tuesday I was at my second day of orientation at Hunter college. I successfully signed up for a block in the "Mind Matters" program. I picked this particular block because (A) I'm interested in becoming a child psychologist, and (B) I don't have to take statistics the first semester. I basically screwed up my math placement exam, so I'll have to take classes to catch up on intermediate algebra, trignometry, and pre-calculus. Math has always been my enemy in school. I hate it, and it hates me. Mom thinks the reason I don't do well in math is because Dad used to twist my arm (sometimes literally) when I didn't do my work correctly. I don't know if I agree with this. Dad got on my case all the time with homework, mainly because in first grade I developed a habit of skipping it all. I remember how good it felt just to lay around and watch TV. Why did I do it in the first place, though? Well, it wasn't easy growing up in such a hostile environment as Dad's apartment. I needed to relax, I guess. But after a few days of dealing with me, not only did Dad get me to break my habit, but I ended up doing extra work every night, even against the orders of my teacher, Ms. Landresina. I was that afraid of incurring Dad's wrath.
My day at Hunter basically involved a tour around the school in different groups. I got separated from my group at one point because I was told to go to a certain room number, and I went to that number... but it took me twenty minutes to realize I was in the wrong building. During that time, I had a medium panic attack. I was short of breath, I was crying, angry, and I felt so scared and helpless. Finally, I managed to find my way out of the building, and I headed towards the right building. After a light lunch alone (rather than with my group), I was reunited with my group thanks to the efforts of a worker / student named Bertha, who appeared to be Hispanic. She was very kind and helpful, and I thank her for this. She was the one who helped me sign up for my block.
I went to an information table, too. I was too afraid to go to the others available, but this group seemed like they could help me with my college experience. They represented a Hunter program for the physically, mentally, and emotionally disabled. If they read over a report from my psychiatrist, they might be able to give me certain benefits to help me in my studies. Having depression and anxiety disorder puts a moderate limit on my learning capabilities, despite my above average intelligence. That is the actual report of my last official IQ test. Aside from that, I have a fear of asking people for help when I need it. I'll need as much help as I can get, now.
On Wednesday, Mom purchased Wario World for Gamecube for me. It's weird and confusing, but it's a lot of fun. It's also pretty addictive. Wario's a funny, greedy, egotistical little blastard... I wouldn't have it any other way. :) For some reason, I was possessed to draw his fat @$$ naked. (I normally wouldn't insult fat people, especially since I myself am overweight, but this guy is 308 lbs.!) Seriously, I drew Wario naked, and without a fig leaf. You can see everything down there just below his oversized gut. Don't ask me why I did it. Maybe I get a kick out of drawing naked men, even if they're fictional. It was really out of hormones and curiousity, if you want to know the truth. To make things fair, I also drew one of Wario's enemies naked: Captain Syrup, the female pirate. She has a nice body, but for some reason, she reminded me of Disney's Princess Jasmine from "Aladdin" (which, sadly, used to be a favorite movie of mine in my younger days... I was such an impressionable youth). She also has a tattoo on her left hip of an anchor. ;)
I watched the premiere of the Ren and Stimpy Adult Party Cartoon on TNN last night. The first episode is titled "Onwards and Upwards." Ren and Stimpy are living in a bum's mouth, which drives Ren crazy. Stimpy's savings of five bucks enables them to move uptown into a bar spitoon, where they act all posh and live "the high life." They go through an elaborate dinner, consisting of pea soup (later thickened by mucus and blood), a giant booger, and whipped potatoes with chunky vomit gravy. After an appearance by Dr. Stupid, who explains the difference between boogers and goobers (WTH is a goober, anyway?), the twosome take a bath.
Stimpy washes Ren's hair with all-natural Farmer's Hanky shampoo, which is really snot. Stimpy rubs the stuff vigourously into Ren's scalp, and even gives him a few love whacks to the head, which Ren loves. (Heh, he likes it rough! >;) A lot of people complain about the gayness of this episode, like when the two take a romp under the sheets during a game of baseball in the bedroom, or when Stimpy begs Ren to fufill his "needs" for a goodnight kiss. I for one love gay humor. I like the idea of the two being gay, and I love yaoi and yuri (especially yaoi) and all that stuff. As for real life, I respect gay people highly. I just don't like it when they rub it into my face about their sexual preferences, or if they have bad attitude problems due to their sexual preferences. Another thing people are complaining about is the grossness factor of this new episode. I liked the grossness, in a way. I mean, that's what R & S are about! I thought it fit so well having Ren make Stimpy kiss a rat's puckered @$$, since now this is an adult program. Plus I LdMAO watching it. I admit being turned off by Stimpy eating the booger, and Ren pouring the "gravy" on the potatoes, but not all gross humor is tolerable. Otherwise, it wouldn't be gross, would it?!
I'm off to Eldest Aunt's tomorrow on a train. I'm scared. I have to do chores down there aside from my job with the AIDS thing. And Female Cousin won't be there. Plus, Eldest Aunt will be going away for a few days. And then I'll be left alone in the house for two days. To top it all off, I don't know when I'm coming home, or if I'll even be paid for my work. There's a fifty-fifty chance... I want money, darn it! >:( Oh well... if I don't get it, at least I can play Wario World when I get home to my heart's content to make up for it, and watch all the recorded R & S episodes I've missed. Ah, the rich, rich rewards...
Posted by doubleoduck
at 11:41 AM EDT
Updated: Saturday, 28 June 2003 6:57 PM EDT