Miscellany

[raven]

Some points, in no particular order of importance:

-I am leaving Indianapolis tomorrow for Boston, and I am looking forward to it, but I'll be incommunicado, I think. I'm not sure when I get home - Monday or Tuesday - but that's when I'll get online again. Have fun over the weekend, everyone.

-Related to the above, I plan to reply to all emails and comments, I promise. It's just not going to be tonight, as I'm shattered and my flight is early in the morning.

-Nupur's Homecoming game was tonight, and, er, oh dear. Urgh. I was horrified. I remain horrified. I'm actually now feeling very nostalgic for Merchants'. Oh, bless the place, where our school sport was apathy and school spirit was usually alcoholic.

-I hate Nupur's boyfriend. I hate him I hate him I hate him. And not because he's my little sister's boyfriend. I hate him because he's a sleazy, self-satisfied, smug little bastard and I consider it a personal achievement that I didn't smash his sleazy, self-satisfied little face in. It doesn't help that the two of them are grossly nauseating whenever they're near each other, and that he uses "gay" as a perjorative, and that his nose is too big.

...yep, I'm so mature.

And that's it. Er, except, I wish I was in Chicago right now. And I have a horrible cold. But in the good news, Boston will be fun, I think, and not a cornfield to be seen.

Comments

[jessikast]

and that he uses "gay" as a perjorative

My little brother used to do that. He doesn't anymore (at least in my presence) since I replied a few times with "straiiight" in that particular sneering tone of voice.

Although it did make for a few akward dinner table moments.

[gamesiplay.livejournal.com]

Ahahaha. I never, in four years, actually went to a Homecoming game. What was so horrifying? The sport itself, or the fans? I don't mind football (well, high-school football is stupid and pro football is boring, but the better college teams are fun to watch), but anything having to do with school spirit in high school is terrifying to me. I mean, I liked my school, but I steadfastly refused to cheer at pep rallies, because I liked the CLASSES, not the PEOPLE.

(Hee. This reminded me of your question on the train: school spirit = alcohol? Heeeeee.)

It doesn't help that the two of them are grossly nauseating whenever they're near each other, and that he uses "gay" as a perjorative, and that his nose is too big.

Oh, god. Why? What does she see in him?

Also, I echo the commenter above: given long-term exposure to verbally homophobic young males, you can often do behavioral modification. Since starting at the Crazy Vatican Conspiracy Catholic School, Boot has taken to using "gay" as a pejorative, but Kib is chipping away at him. Every time he says "Stop being so gay," she'll snap back with "Stop being so straight, Boot!" Apparently he then looks very uncomfortable.

(She reports that once he said, "Kib, you're always correcting me, are you gay?" and instead of backpedaling she just said, "How is that relevant?" I just--oh, I love my sister.)

I apologize for the rambling length of this comment. I'm just up late and kind of tightly wound and also MISSING YOU. I wish you were here, too. So much. I am lying under the fan watching overly stagy adaptations of plays to film and eating the second-to-last cupcake. Earlier I actually combed through most of the dw_anon wank, just because I wanted my mind boggled. It's a sad night.

Enjoy Boston! Don't stick your arm anywhere it doesn't belong!

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

The fans! They were so enthusiastic! They were all wearing school colours and yelling and shrieking, and they took it so damn seriously I was overwhelmed. You couldn't make jokes, even. And then they had this astonishingly, profoundly, offensively sexist Homecoming Queen ceremony and no one but me thought it was offensive! And worst of all, the cheerleaders. They were all pre-pubescently thin and had terrifying pasted-on smiles, and no one but me thought they were scary!

...clearly I am still traumatised. I will stop babbling about that now.

Oh, god. Why? What does she see in him?

I don't knoooooow. *wail* He's horrible! I think maybe he's there, he's male and he's, er, Indian. Yay conservative NRI family, but I think he's literally her only choice. But I still HATE HIM.

(She reports that once he said, "Kib, you're always correcting me, are you gay?" and instead of backpedaling she just said, "How is that relevant?" I just--oh, I love my sister.)

That is awesome! I love that she won't back down. (What gets me about this place is that my cousins and their friends think they're being so cool and liberal with their gay best friends and whatnot, but I don't know how they can then turn around and use such awful words. It's like they'll be inclusive when it's suitably edgy-trendy-cool, and horribly narrow-minded when it isn't.)

It's a sad night.

It is! I miss you a whole damn lot. So much. And the dw_anon wank boggles my mind liek woah. It's so long and so vicious and so utterly batshit craaaaazy.

Enjoy Boston! Don't stick your arm anywhere it doesn't belong!

Even if it's really.... roomy? *g*

[pinkdormouse.livejournal.com]

Enjoy Boston. Hpe your cold goes soon too.

And icon love.

[the-acrobat.livejournal.com]

Have so much fun in Boston, you!
our school sport was apathy and school spirit was usually alcoholic. I think this is the greatest line I've read in a long time. I can't speak for homecoming games, because I've never been to one...
As for Nupur's dude, ARGH. Hating him isn't immature. He's an idiot. ANyone who uses "gay" as a perjorative deserves to be slapped for 1/2 hr.
On a semi-related note, I met one of your doctoral students. Well, not yours personally, but one that we sent over to be educated at Oxford and man. I suspect some of your frustrations with those exotic (Americans) is that we send you THE MOST POMPOUS, AGGRAVATING ONES.
I wish you were in Chicago too. With me. Or that both of you were here...

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Heee. *loves you* I STILL HATE HIM HE IS A WANKER.

Also, that solves a longstanding mystery. Why do I personally know dozens of wonderful Americans, but none - actually, only one - of them are in Oxford? Because they send the annoying ones AWAY.