Spikey-chanfangirl

I discovered something about myself this weekend that explains a lot of things about me, most especially my interactions with people.

I already knew I loathed stupidity, hypocrisy, rudeness, and the like. They've been at the top of my pet peeves list for as long as said list has existed.

But this weekend I discovered a new item. One that has always been on the list, but far towards the bottom. Something I didn't realize irked me so much until now....

Laziness.

I was already committed to never becoming involved romantically with someone who was lazy, apathetic, or lacked motivation.
But I have recently come to terms with the fact that I cannot handle close relationships of any sort with people who possess such qualities.

I crave activity, motivation, energy... I am not the type to glue myself to a computer/television screen for days on end (I don't usually have time to do so, anyway). 

When I hang out with my friends, I usually prefer to be doing something: running, going to the mall, going out to eat... as long as it's something.

I've always had a short attention span. I have to force myself to sit down and study or watch TV unless I'm really in the mood, which isn't often.

The problem here is: What do you do if your best friends are of the opposite type?

I've gotten into many an argument with childhood friends who would rather stay home and be alone than go somewhere and hang out.

I ask them to do stuff with me, they shoot me down, I get offended and push, they stick their heels in the mud and push back... everyone goes away angry.

They can't fathom why I always wanna be doing something, while I can't understand how they could possibly lock themselves in their room all weekend with barely a live human interaction. 

It has taken me at least twenty of these arguments to realize their catalyst.

My personality just clashes with theirs. 

And I don't know what to do about it.

So, my mom wants my sisters to apply at the DQ around the block from us.
I object to this.
That place was my first job and the worst experience I could have possibly had.
They hired me without telling me the position was temporary, then just stopped scheduling me a few months in.
Not only that, but the management was God-awful. They let trashy employees run the place and there was absolutely no training or professionalism.
I may fight a lot with my sisters, but I love them way too much to let them go through the same shit that I did.
I understand it's close and convenient for my mom to drive them until they can afford a car, but just make them wait until graduation. They can use the money to get a car, then get jobs that don't make them want to commit suicide everyday.
My mom just doesn't understand where I'm coming from.
Fine, let them work there. Just don't come crying to me in July and August when they're jobless....

The last time I wrote an entry was the night my dog died.
And things haven't gotten much better since.
I think the depression from losing my baby threw me too far off the track for me to be able to find my way back before next semester.
I ended up dropping out of Algebra after too many sleepless nights over how impossible it was.
Now, it feels like I'm hanging onto university by a thread.
I have to take the course over in the summer, but it's only 5 weeks and I'm gonna have my dad help me. I just wish it weren't looming over my head.
I wish I could hibernate for a few months and forget I ever even graduated or got a job or anything.

All I've wanted to do for a really long time was to go to mass with my mom and sisters like the good ole days.
I really shouldn't have made that day today.
I went to bed really optimistic, but then I had nightmare after nightmare.
I should have known today was going to be hell.
I had 3 nightmares in a row: Getting a speeding ticket for going the speed limit, getting in hella trouble at work, and my dog getting really really sick/dying.
I must note that the last time I had a nightmare involving a pet, that pet ended up dying the next morning.
This morning, my mom and sisters were moping about our Golden Retriever being sick. He was really out of it and hadn't been able to move much for days.
The idea of him dying upset the currently-over-emotional me and I cried a lot until it was time to go to mass.
I made it to the sermon. I spent the rest of mass after that in the back room of the church crying my eyes out and too embarrassed to try to go back out to my pew.
It turns out that the drug the vet gave our dog for his arthritis had a shit-ton of side effects and could even be lethal.
Guess who I'm about ready to kill.

To add to my misery, work was awful.
I tried to cheer myself up by going out to dinner with some work friends, but the waitress was a bitch and everyone wouldn't stop gossiping and complaining about work.

Now I'm home. My parents took the dog to a different vet to see if there's anything they can do, my sisters are driving me up the wall, I have a math test to study for, and I'm ready to scream or go on a muderous rampage in my head.

Okay, I've been trying to catch up on the spat between Bill Shatner and George Takei.
I found a Howard Stern interview with Shatner, where Stern pretty much tricks Shatner into having a phone conversation with Takei and eventually forces them both to agree to go on Shatner's show, Raw Nerve, and duke it out with him mediating.
The entire time, Shatner was being a sarcastic, nonsensical, douchebag. Throwing low-blows and rude comments out at both Stern and Takei (But mostly Stern, thankfully) every little bit.
Now, I thought Takei was the one being immature before, but this changes my mind entirely.
I'm not so sure what I think of Shatner, other than he's a crazy old white guy who looks twenty years younger than he actually is.
I never liked Stern. Now I feel angry at him for what he did to those poor guys.
Apparently, George changed his mind and the show never happened.
A friend of mine tells me they made up, but I can't find anything on it.
....
....So....Spock, then?
Sounds about right.