Lady du Failure

I don't know what 'du' means. I don't even know what language it is from.

Today a friend of mine (let's call her Patience) and I had plans for a girls' day on the town. We were going to travel to a nearby city to get me a new piercing, to go shopping at the mall, to buy me a new fish, and then to head back and watch chick flicks.

When we finally got to this nearby city, we made for the tattoo parlor. The piercing I was planning on getting was not appropriate for my small size. The standard jewelry was far too large. I settled for something smaller in the same area.

Patience and I then went to check out the mall. This mall only possessed a JC Pennies, a Maurices, a nail salon, and a Curves work out. While there, we plugged a five spot into a vending machine (which resulted in lots of quarters for our change), tried on prom dresses at Pennies, and browsed Maurices. We left with no purchases.

We improvised a little and went to a local shoe store. She bought fancy socks, and I bought rainbow shoelaces.

We then had dinner at a Hardee's. There I watched a kid cross the street without watching for traffic, come up to the restaurant, come in, throw something away, leave, and walk off to an unknown location.

After finding that none of the pet stores were open, we went back home and watched wedding shows for several hours.

But we had a wonderful day. Nothing went as planned, but we did get a few giggles out of giving a friend of ours (let's call him Wise) some hell via text message.

This post is dedicated to my friend Tranquil and her grandfather.
When life takes a dump on you, flip it the bird and take a shower with pride.

Thunder Dunce

Yesterday, I had just finished taking a shower, and was stepping out to the hall of my dorm, and I lost my grip on my towel. Luckily, no one was around. If there was someone around, that moment would have matched every other moment of my week where I have been around people.

Yesterday I also decided to introduce myself to the new math professor. He stared at me like he was expecting me to tap dance. I blabbered about how a friend of mine was in a class of his, got distracted, and forgot why I brought that up.

Two days ago, my pregnant molly (which is a type of fish) gave birth and ate all her babies while I was gone.

When I am in an academic setting and I have been assigned to work with a group of people, I get ignored. I believe it is because I am not taken seriously, but I do not quite understand why. I come up with brilliant ideas, and I understand the material rather well, but when I try to take part in the conversation, I usually get interrupted or flat out ignored. Sometimes I get "yeah" as a response.

I am slow. I know this. I get confused easily. I know this as well. I easily excelled in my classes before the disease showed up. In high school, I was the go-to for academic help.

The Tatcho drom to be a jinneypenmengro is to dik, to shoon, and to rig drey zi.
The true way to be a wise man is to see, to hear, and to bear in mind.