It's like a Foreign Language!

-Mer on Biomedical Ethics.

Ah me. I read over some of the things I write and they're either angsty or they remind me of a little girl. I guess it's because the non-angst stuff is a tad simplistic, but pure because I try not to corrupt it. There are some words and phrases that might make it more complex, but they would adulterate the meaning. So even though what I write often seems too disjointed and incomplete, I'll take it over dirty complexities.

Speaking of dirty complexities, there was some comical movement on that front today. No, not my sex life (still in the prenatal stage, thank Allah) you silly people. I was kicked out of the library today. As many people know, I've signed fake names for over a year. Well, the librarians finally had enough and kicked me out (after I signed the first name of a student other than my own, the infamous "Ellen Lofaro" of Loaded Questions fame (she knows why). Although I don't think that's the reason they called me out). They're justified, I have been disobeying and making their lives a tad difficult, but I had my reasons. I mean, their purpose is to keep track of how many people use the room and maybe keep track of who's where. But it's a completely flawed system. You can sign-in multiple times, use almost real names of people who don't exist, and write so sloppily no one at all will know who you are without getting caught. It's just because I'd done it so consistently that they knew I was doing it. I might have reverted, but they're so uptight and mean about most everything. They don't ask, they demand. They don't laugh, they scold. They get angry. And I just don't respond well to anger. When people get angry at me I generally stop respecting their opinions. I don't like the negativity. It can just be handled better. So I kept on not "behaving my age", and they finally got tired of it. But have no fear, I'm not beaten. I'll go in tomorrow, meek and arrogant at the same time, and sign my real name. Then, gradually, I'll warp it to "Dylam Neggs" and " Mylad Seggm" when they stop checking everyday. I'll write it really sloppy too, to make them question whether I'm writing it wrong or just improperly. Things would have been a lot easier if they'd just asked my name when they found I was doing it (I come in most everyday, afterall), and said "Oh, that Dylan!" and wrote my real name since my handwriting's pretty distinct. But no, their sense of order and mindnumbing desire for law overcame whatever minute sense of humor they have. People who can't take some dissent with some laughter just annoy me...

Ah well. It was part of what made my day, at any rate. You probably wouldn't believe the other part if I told you. So I won't. The year keeps slipping along, and for some reason for every smidge it gets worse, something else counteracts it to make it quite a bit better. My stars...

Edit: I still don't think the librarians know my name after all this time. I do declare...