I was almost killed last night...

And by "killed" I mean beaten up by a very sassy, very drunk guy (who I confused for a girl at first)

Check it:

So, I'm standing outside of Gazuza @ Dupont Circle, a chic, cheeky shisha bar/lounge. A group of young people passes by, and I am bumped into by a skinny, androgynous individual carrying a skateboard. I turn to look at the offender, who took the time to turn around, give me the dirtiest look, and stare me up and down as though I just said his momma was a two-bit ho. So all I'm thinking is, WTF? I was just standing here and this a-hole totally bumped into me and had the NERVE to stare me down like that. I didn't say anything to this cheeky bastard because I was in shock that he was giving me this attitude. So he turns away and walks and I turn to my friends mutter something along the lines of "Did you what she just did?!? Wow" At that point, I thought the offender was female, because said offender was walking with a bunch of very masculine females, and it is Dupont Circle (ie lots of gender blurring) ANYWAY, about 30 seconds pass and I look over and see the skateboard holding psycho walking toward me yelling "What did you say to me? Bitch! Don't stand there calling me a faggot!!!" It was then that I went from offended to absolutely confused/scared as hell. I don't remember exactly what I said to him/her/it, but it was something along the lines of "I didn't say ANYTHING!" I'm not gonna lie, I was giving him/her/it some attitude. There was some more all-up-in-my face action from him, then he walked away, then turned around and yelled: "BITCH, I GOT A JOB. I'M HIGH CLASS, BITCH!" Now, it was here where the confusion/fear transformed into utter amusement. Ah, the irony. I glanced over, and saw two security guards of some variety nearby, and therein grew some balls. "Yes, honey, I can see that you are SOOOO high class, acting like that. Look at ALLLLLL THAT CLASS!" (include hand gestures and very sarcastic voice).

And then, he charged at me.

I think I pooped in my pants a little.

Luckily, his friend held him back, my friend got in his face, all's well that ends well, no?

Ok, my bad for even bothering answering back or giving attitude. But it really provided for an entertaining 3 minutes of our evening.

Moral of the story: Drunk people act like idiots.

An anniversary, an old post, and insomnia...

So... it's been 8 days since I wrote the following post. I don't know why I didn't actually post it, but it was saved as a draft. Nothing extraordinary, but it *is* 8 am, and I *did* wake up early as hell (6 am) on account of I've got a headache the size of Montana. (((sidenote: I realize that severity of pain cannot normally be expressed in terms of square footage of a large State, but I'm cool enough to pull it off.))) Because of this throbbing in my cranium, I thought it would be easier to copy/paste the old stuff and add to it instead of actually rewriting the riveting Mariana life update, ya know? K here it goes:

6/20/2007

Oh blog world... I've been too busy for you lately.

So this is week 2 or 3 of my summer, and I don't have much to say for myself. I didn't write my paper yet (don't even have the research done), I haven't found a place to live for next year, and I haven't packed up my stuff for the move back home (July 7th is the official date). I've just been hanging out and hanging around, playing video games with my friends, going out, and cooking. I *am* having fun, though. And what's more important than having fun??? Nothing.
I want to spend my last two weeks here relaxing and enjoying wonderful DC, but it seems as though I'll spend them the way I spent the rest of the year: balancing working all day and partying whenever given the chance. Perhaps my month in Miami will be more relaxing... Then it's on to Gainesville/med school, where I can count on being incredibly busy for the next 4 years. I'm 2 parts excited, 1 part nervous about my new adventure. UF is a great school, I just hope my classmates, most of whom are Florida residents, don't suck.

Anyway, I have nothing of importance to blog about. My life is good but messy, fun but complicated. But it's nothing blog-worthy or bloggable. And so, I leave you with some pictures. Soon I'll write a tribute to the wonderful G-town SMP program. Or maybe I won't.
-The End

And here I sit, today, on this lovely 28th day of June. What has changed in the past week? My future roomate found an apartment, I packed and sent most of my stuff home, and I kind of, sort of started my paper. I'm still not doing anything remarkable with my life, and it feels strange and wonderful. Life is still good, less messy, still fun, and slightly more complicated. Sigh.

Sadly, my one year blog anniversary came and went. I made this blog one year and a couple of days ago with the intention of logging my wonderful adventures in Lebanon. Limited access to the internet and other factors (ie having cooler things to do) caused me to slack. For no good reason whatsoever, I decided to keep the blog and talk about my life and opinions. Poor you. And, for some odd reason, I just felt a wave of sleepiness. Time to try to get an extra hour or five of sleep before I begin a long day of scientific journal reading/paper writing. Don't be too jealous.

Helloooo world.

I'm back, beetches.

I caved in and bought a laptop yesterday. It cost $399 brand new at Best Buy.

Now, I know what you're thinking... What kind of POS laptop did this poor silly girl buy?

A very, very shitty one.

It's got 512 MB of RAM, which is fine and dandy normally, but apparently Windows Vista should be run with at least 1 GB.

Needless to say, the computer was going pretty slowly yesterday when I was having the usual 6 simultaneous conversations on AIM while also browsing Facebook.

Today it hasn't acted up really. I think it sensed my anger.

Anyway, enough about that... I would like to take this opportunity to admit that I have a problem. I am addicted to the internet. I have been so lost without it. I'm not the same person. But that's not why I got the laptop. I got it because we have a paper to write and I'll be DAMNED if you think I'm making the trek to school in 95 degree weather. Uphill. Both ways.

I have a lot to blog about. Nothing necessarily interesting, relevant, or important... but just stuff. The end of this program was intensely intense. I officially passed Neuroscience (miracle).

For now, I must feed my face. I'll be back sooner than you can say "Glossopharyngeal Nerve."

WOOOO HOOOO

Took my last exam yesterday.

Now it's time to get to all the stuff I've neglected because of school, including, but not limited to:

-Get laptop fixed
-Clean apartment
-exercise
-tan
-read a book
-brush my hair
-pack stuff
-learn more about where I will be spending the next 4 years of my life (omg omg omg, so exciting!)

For now, I have to run around and find a dress for our end-of-the-year banquet. It's going to be very classy. The classiest shit-show of the year.

I am thinking I will cry when I have to say good bye to some of the people here (especially after 4 hours of open bar).

Thank goodness for waterproof makeup.