End of Semester/Beginning of Summer Holiday

I did fine in my classes from last semester.  Maths was a bitch but I did okay.  My Lit course was interesting, we read some cool stuff.  American Multicultural lit, we read a bunch of different stuff: Arab, Asian, African, Hispanic, Native, and LGBTQ.  Introduced me to some cool authors.  I successfully did a presentation.  Ten minutes on any artist/author/musician in a way that relates to multiculturalism.  My presentation focused on autism/neurodiversity as demonstrated by John Elder Robison in his memoirs/autobiographies “Look Me in the Eye” and “Be Different.”  I do not like presentations but this one wasn’t that bad.  I wrote down exactly what I was going to say and was just able to read it off.  I got 100% on my presentation so not bad for my first successful presentation. 

School let out a month ago and I’ve elected to not take any summer classes as it would clash with the family reunion this year which is taking place in Branson, Missouri.  So, I get a nice enjoyable 3-month long holiday.  I’ve just been hanging out a home, reading, playing video games, donating plasma (that will be my next post), helping out my grandmother.  On Sunday, I have to go over and paint her front door and maybe the door to her garage.  But mostly I’m just relaxing at home and doing some fun day trips.  My parents and I went to Sandusky to pick some stuff up and we visited my great aunt for a bit.  Yesterday we, along with my sister and nephew went to Sauder’s Village (interactive museum about live in the 1800’s) for the day.

Break Up with Silas/Autism Evaluation

Sorry I haven't updated in so long.  I'll make it up to you, I have several posts planned for this weekend.  Quite a bit going on with me.  Silas and I broke up.  My Grandmother broke her face.  I'm being evaluated for autism.  I've been dating a bit.  My class is going well.

Silas and I broke up.  He said that he could no longer handle the annoyances, insanity and talk about other men.  And Voloyda.  I understand that I'm annoying.  I understand that I'm not totally sane.  I understand Voloyda.  Not really sure I understand the talking about other men, Silas did agree to an open relationship and I never actually went out with anyone else.  We're still friendly though, let's hope he doesn't turn crazy like Voloyda did.  And while we're talking about Voloyda, Silas and I broke up and I told Dima who then told Voloyda who then sent Silas some semi threatening messages including:

• I just got an interesting text from my brother.  I told you not to hurt her.  What the fuck man?  I am NOT pleased.
• Fucking Tosser.
• Hanging out with your girl you stupid, stupid man.
• If she has another breakdown and winds up in the hospital because of you, you had best believe she won't be the only one in there.
• Bout to sleep with your girl brother.

For the record: I didn't have a breakdown.  And I most definitely did not sleep with Voloyda.

My grandmother fell at her house and totally bashed her face up.  It was horrible: black eyes, non-stop nosebleeds, bruises all over.  She didn't want to be home alone so I ended up staying over at her house with her for a couple days.  And after I left she got another really bad nosebleed and had to go back to hospital.  And then she ended up staying at my aunts' for two weeks.  She's back home now though.

I am being evaluated for whether I have an autism spectrum disorder.  I had my evaluation appointments and now just waiting for the results.  It was basically just two, two hour appointments where they asked me a bunch of questions about my habits.  And there were several packets to fill out.  My mother filled out an Asperger's checklist for me; out of seventy-five questions only four weren't checked and those were things like 'responds to name' and 'can count to ten.'  We shall see how it goes.  I find out the 31st.

Since Silas broke up with me, I've been dating a bit.  I went on a date with this one guy but it didn't really work out.  I'm talking to this other guy.  We've been on a couple of dates and have another scheduled for this Friday.

School is going really well.  I've done really well on my last few papers.  Especially the last one I wrote.  The topic was: Is life worth living and why I am alive.  I got a 100% and the comment that I am a 'brilliant genius.'  I really enjoyed writing the paper and I think it gives a lot of insight about my reasons for living.  I may post it on here.

Crazy Religious Guy

My grandmother lives by herself and is legally blind so I help her out with stuff and am usually the one that gets her groceries every week.  So yesterday I was at the supermarket getting her groceries and I was waiting in line to check out.  There were quite a few people in front of me and it was going to take a while so I pulled out the book I’m reading, which just so happens to be The Satanic Bible.  (As you know I’m an atheist so I don’t believe in any religious stuff.  I’m also reading the Bible and Qur’an.)  I swear I’m like a magnet for crazy people.  I’m just standing in line quietly reading my book and the guy behind me lost his mind.  I mean he went off.  He started screaming at me about how inappropriate it was for me to have that book out in public and that I was disrespecting him and his children.  His three children were right there and it looked like the oldest was maybe 5 years old.  I’d hazard that they wouldn’t know how to read and even if they did all they’d be able to see was the cover and would they even know what it meant?
 

So this guy is going off, his kids look scared, everyone else in line is looking at us.  I was like ‘Sir, could you stop screaming at me?  I don’t worship Satan, I’m an atheist.  I’m just reading this for fun.  I’m not doing anything to you and you’re causing a scene.’  And now he’s ranting about God and how I’m going to burn in hell and I need to repent of my sinful ways.  By this time I’m getting a little nervous, this guy is a lot bigger than me and he’s freaking out, it wouldn’t be the first time I was assaulted by some religious nut.  I asked him again to stop yelling and stated that his children appeared scared.  And he continued screaming at me.  By this point I had reached the register and was being rung out and the cashier had paged security.  The security guy showed up and was trying to get the crazy guy to leave and he’s still going off demanding to speak to a manager.  So then the manager shows up and the guy demands that they force me to leave.  The entire time this has been going on I’ve just been standing there not saying anything.  Then the guy lunged forward like he was going to grab me and I freaked out a little.  I don’t like being touched.

I was like ‘Sir please back up.’  And he said something like ‘What are you going to do if I don’t?’  This guy was really pissing me off at this point; he was being verbally abusive, trying to physically intimidate me.  I had had it.  I told him that if he didn’t get away from me I would call onto the devil to curse him.  He wouldn’t move.  This part is exact because I read it directly from the book. 

“In the name of Satan, the Ruler of the earth, the King of the world, I command the forces of Darkness to bestow their Infernal power upon me!  Open wide the gates of Hell and come forth from the abyss to greet me as your sister and friend!  Grant me the indulgences of which I speak!  I have taken thy name as part of myself!  I live as the beasts of the field, rejoicing in the fleshly life!  I favor the just and curse the rotten!  By all the Gods of the Pit, I command that these things of which I speak come to pass!  Come forth and answer to your names by manifesting my desires!” 

“Behold!  The mighty voices of my vengeance smash the stillness of the air and stand as monoliths of wrath upon a plain of writhing serpents.  I am become as a monstrous machine of annihilation to the festering fragments of the body of he who would detain me.  It repenteth me not that my summons doth ride upon the blasting winds which multiply the sting of my bitterness; and great black slimy shapes shall rise from brackish pits and vomit forth their pustulence into his puny brain.  I call upon the messengers of doom to slash with grim delight this victim I hath chosen.  Silent is that voiceless bird that feeds upon the brain-pulp of him who hath tormented me, and the agony of the is to be shall sustain itself in shrieks of pain, only to serve as signals of warning to those who would resent my being.  Oh come forth in the name of Abaddon and destroy him whose name I giveth as a sign.  Oh great brothers of the night, thou who makest my place of comfort, who rideth out upon the hot winds of Hell, who dwelleth in the devil's fane; Move and appear! Present yourselves to him who sustaineth the rottenness of the mind that moves the gibbering mouth that mocks the just and strong!; rend that gaggling tongue and close his throat, Oh Kali!  Pierce his lungs with the stings of scorpions, Oh Sekhmet!  Plunge his substance into the dismal void, Oh mighty Dagon!  I thrust aloft the bifid barb of Hell and on its tines resplendently impaled my sacrifice through vengeance rests!  Shemhamforash!  Hail Satan!”

The guy’s eyes got really big and he turned super red and jumped back like I had stabbed him with a hot poker.  And then he muttered some stuff, screamed that he had to go to church and ran away and left.  Without his children.  What kind of person just abandons their three young children at the supermarket?  Some people shouldn’t be allowed to have kids.  And then this old lady who had seen the whole thing came up and gave me a prayer card and said that all Christians aren’t like that and she hoped I didn’t take it seriously.  I told her it was cool and that I know most Christians are good people and not complete nut-jobs.  Old people are so sweet.

I know ‘cursing’ someone isn’t going to help the situation any but this guy pissed me off.  I can only take so much.  You can yell at me all you want but don’t come into my personal space.  I draw the line when you start invading my personal space looking like you’re going to strike me.  Religion aside, if I was reading a book, could be any book, that you didn’t want your children to see, maybe ask politely for me to put it away instead of screaming at me for disrespecting you?  If you’re so worried about the well-being of your children maybe don’t start an argument that leads to you abandoning your children at a supermarket requiring that they be placed in children’s protective services?  It’s common sense people.

And because I know you’ll ask, yes this did happen at Walmart and no it was not at the same Walmart that I got called a 'devil person.'

Scaredy Cat

Days until restraining order is lifted: 111

We had our Thanksgiving dinner yesterday night instead of Thursday for a variety of reasons.  Well I had to take my grandmother home afterwards.  My grandmother is absolutely terrified of cats.  We pull up to her house and I see something on her stoop.  I was looking ‘what is that?’ and then it moved.  It was a big ass cat chilling on the front steps.  I was like: “Grandma, there’s a cat on your stoop.”  She said, “There better not be.”  And I was all “Well there is.” And then she told me to go scare it away.  I laughed at her until she told me to shut up.  It was hilarious.  I managed to get a picture of the cat before he ran off.   

Pedestrians

Days until restraining order is lifted: 300

My mother and I were taking my grandmother home and on the way back my mother almost ran over a dog.  She totally would have if I hadn’t pointed it out.  Then she almost ran over these people, they were jaywalking, so that one wouldn’t have been her fault. 

According to the police if someone is standing in the road you can legally run them over.  I asked an officer when I was planning to get David to run me over.  Apparently if I’m standing in the street and someone hits me I would be cited and not the person that ran me over because I would have been jaywalking.  So as long as you don’t swerve to hit the person, you can legally go around mowing people down.  Isn’t that fascinating? 

Here’s another fun fact about ‘pedestrian’ causalities.  One–third of people hit in 2012 were not actually pedestrians, but people lying illegally in the road.