kymarik

today at work, my stalker told me that i am going to hell. his exact words were, 'if you die tomorrow, you're going to see the flames.' he was deadly serious. religious fundamentalists creep me out, but i've learned recently how easy and amusing it can be to taunt them. it's not my goal to seek people out and attempt to make them feel bad about their beliefs, but that seems to be their goal. how noble. at any rate, i learned that he only has this job because of his equally crazy preacher friend. i'm no stranger to nepotism, so i won't bash it, but it just explains everything. the last thing we need in this country are religious fanatics infiltrating our schools. god-fearing flag-waving weirdos are jeopardising the fine young minds of this generation, and it must be stopped.

there seems to be a lot to write. last weekend was incredibly weird. tom was visiting, and i tried my hardest to entertain him, but he was having none of it and seemed angry at me for not wanthing to marry him, or something. hence, he was a total bitch for an entire day. luckily, i was meeting charline later that day to see peter mulvey, so i had a real excuse to leave him. haven't heard from him since, and i think that might have been the end of our friendship. the peter mulvey gig was brilliant, apart from the annoying girls standing in front of us. i had a whole rant about them, but i will save it for another time.i have been enjoying work this week because i got to be mr p's secretary for two days. it just felt nice not to be dealing with obnoxious children for once. we had some good laughs, singing pink floyd, and discussing the universe. so, i had a few revelations that felt like weird existential experiences, and i wrote things in my journal that i have no recollection of writing. sort of like listening to pink floyd after a bottle of red wine (or some other drug) and suddenly briefly understanding everything about the world.some of you might remember my stalker from work. well, he's back. he came into mr p's office and tried talking to me, so i made up a story about how i was moving to norway (which he believed). he begged me, for at least ten minutes, not to leave, then told me how much he was going to miss me. i told him that i hated america and didn't believe in god, which freaked him out. he yelled at me and told me i was 'lost' and that there was 'something better' waiting for me after i die. it was incredibly unnerving because i really have no tolerance for people who try to 'save' other people. the bad news is that no matter how disturbed he was by what i was saying, he seemed determined that he was going to change me. so, when i come back to work the week after next, if he tries to talk to me, i'm going to pretend to be someone else. julie? why do you keep calling me that? my name is kirsten. i'm from norway. the basic goal is to either make him insane or make him think i'm insane. if that doesn't work, i will have to resort to being an outright total bitch.today was good. i hung out with brian, and we painted a mosaic-type thing for his apartment. we went to a random party that was actually quite enjoyable. we played on brian's family's new mac, which was amazing, and we took so many hilarious photos of ourselves using the photobooth program. then, we went out with some other old friends to a bar, but we left after only one drink. still, it was a great night overall.that was more than i wanted to say and less than i wanted to write.

when i turned fourteen, i used all of my birthday money to buy a pair of binoculars. i'm still strange. today, i had to help a 'learning disabled' kid take the mcas exam. i was his scribe. i wanted so badly to help him write a good essay, but my job was just to write whatever he dictated to me, and his response did not answer the question at all! also, when he dictated 'big' words, i had to ask him to spell them (since spelling counts toward your final mark), and he was dyslexic! it was so sad. later in the day, i had to monitor the other students who were taking the exam, answering questions and checking for cheating. one boy asked me for help and this happened:me: what's up?boy: how do you spell 'wasn't'?me: i'm not allowed to tell you how to spell anything (in my mind, i was wondering how a 16-year-old wouldn't know how to spell this). why don't you try sounding it out?boy: i can't spell it! how can i sound it out?me: well, think of what sound it starts with, then go from there.boy: w....me: ok, what comes next?boy: ummmm, u???i thought he was doing some serious piss-taking at this point, but he seemed genuinely upset. my job is so depressing.as a side note, i am watching anderson cooper 360 on cnn and just realised that his commercial outro song is 'jenny was a friend of mine' by the killers. that's just weird.