Day Thirty-Six: Delicious Weather

There were about 50 reasons why today was supposed to suck. I will name a few. 1. I got a total of 3 hours of sleep last night. Slowly but surely I am becoming an insomniac. 2. The Saints lost yesterday and the entire population of Saints fans are running around with their tails between their legs. 3. My weekend-long migraine was still on my door step this morning. I wasn't actually in my head this morning but it was hanging out near my eye and it WILL not go away. I need NEED my prescription for my glasses adjusted. I'm BLIND. 4. This was my LONG day of school with three classes and all. 5. French class was this morning BRIGHT and early. 6. I woke up this morning and tossed my cookies for some reason and wasn't able to take food for the entire morning. I did manage to eat an apple very slowly for the entire morning. I cut it into fours and was able to eat a slice an hour without puking. But by noon I was quite fine. I don't know why my stomach is so finicky. But today did NOT suck. Not in the slightest actually. Because one deciding factor overruled ALL of those negatives. The weather has changed.
This is my favorite day of the year. Better than any holiday ever including my birthday, is that day out of the year...the first day of fall weather. It usually comes as a surprise. To me at least. I don't watch the weather nor do I trust it. I don't believe Mr. Weatherman when he tells me that it's not going to rain because it WILL rain. He's always wrong. So I come prepared. I always carry my umbrella in my purse just in case. I love the weather to be a surprise though. Waking up in the morning the first thing I do is grab my phone and check my Facebook. I don't even do it for content. It's not like I'm desperate to find out what other people have to say about my life. It's more like a stimulus to wake me up. Reaching over to turn my alarm off on my iPhone, I pressed the blue square icon with the F in the middle immediately after and go through my newsfeed. Basically I won't remember anything that I read after I take a shower. This is just a half-awake exercise I do to wake myself up. But I DID remember something from this morning and that's because it is the best news I've received in a long time. I read G's status first. I think you should remember G from my previous entries. I didn't go looking for his status! Geez I'm not a creeper. It just happened to be there first. And it mentioned the cool weather. Now. G and I live in the same apartment complex. So I knew that it HAD to be cool outside. Sometimes my family in Texas will report to me that the weather is nice outside and it's really not because it's different here in Louisiana even if we're like...only about 3 hours drive from each other. But G's status HAD to be true. G lives across the parking lot from me. So I jumped out of the bed (and turned my swag on...lol JK) and took the fastest shower ever, got dressed faster than I have, all so I could run outside and feel the weather. Sure enough. G wasn't lying. It WAS cool outside.
Walking to school was awesome. At this point I really did turn my swag on because it was so nice outside. I would like to comment that I DO indeed have an involuntary swag. My hips are so wide that they kinda...move in a dipping fashion when I walk. People refer to this as my "swag". I also have extremely flat feet that makes me walk outwards with my feet pointing out in different directions. Which also makes me have a swag. I find this very embarrassing.
I wore my blue and white plaid cotton button-down top today that I usually can't wear because it's too hot. I even wore nice shorts instead of gym shorts because there was no need to be extra comfortable. I was like hopping down Lamar St. in my New Balances listening to Eminem. And the best part is that my dad said it's supposed to stay that way tomorrow. Which will be lovely.
I honestly wasn't even bothered with French class this morning and gave Anissa my full, undivided attention. However, something that I've never seen before happened in French today. Very angry people really upset me. Just...really bellicose, violent people really frighten me. Now...I am going to say something that some overly sensitive people might find racist. Frankly...I do not care if you want to take offense to it. It's not meant to be offensive or racist so you're the one being silly if you take offense. Here in Southern America we have a bit of a race issue. There seems to be a specific group of black people in this part of the country that harbor A LOT of silly, misdirected anger for everyone. Please note that I am not saying "ALL BLACK PEOPLE ARE RACIST AND ANGRY". That's not what I'm saying. I'm saying that here in Southern Louisiana especially, we have a problem with a specific group of this race. They have the attitude that "everyone is trying to fuck with me and I have to be REALLY violent and scary in order to have my freedom". I could literally talk for ages on this group of people. It's funny..that a lot of times white people are accused of being the most racist group of people, and while I won't deny that some of them in this state are definitely very ridiculously racist...there are SO many black people that HATE white people or anyone else that isn't them really. And they are very scary about it. And today I was very afraid for everyone in my French class's life. Specifically my professor. I think I've commented on this before. How Anissa requires us to put away our cell phones during class. I will reiterate that I really don't think this is too much to ask. I mean...nothing bad is going to happen if you put your phone in your purse for 50 minutes. The offending person today however, was not Ms. Texty Pants (who actually I've become quite chummy with in recent days).
There is this girl. And I don't DISLIKE her and honestly she hasn't made me uncomfortable until today. She's humongous. Tall and extremely fat. She's got bulgy eyes and she's loud and openly lesbian and dresses like a boy. She is the blackest person I've ever seen. She makes A LOT of people uncomfortable. But not me. I enjoy when she sits by me because she is actually a really funny person. She jokes with me about French pronunciation and I liked her as a person very much. She's very friendly to me. But she has a serious issue with putting her phone away. And honestly I've realized that the reason she doesn't put it away is simply because "No one is going to tell HER what to do". It isn't because there's some kind of dire emergency and how any minute she might be paged by the government to go save the world. She just won't put it away because she feels like she has to stick it to the system. Which is very foolish. I could understand it if the teacher was making her put it away because "she's black" or because "she's lesbian" or because "she's fat". THAT would be a reason to fight the system. But EVERYONE has to put their phones away. It's just a school policy. EVERY class, she won't put her phone away and Anissa asks her nicely to put it away and every time she won't. So I guess today Anissa finally had it. And she walked over to her and told her in perfect French "Put your cell phone in your bag". And this girl...REFUSED. She said, "I'm really not going to put my phone in my bag". I have to say...this girl is huge and Anissa is itty bitty. I was impressed with this little woman that she didn't back down. Again in perfect French, "Give me your cell phone." At this point, the girl was getting violent. I was very certain that this big girl was going to take out poor little Miss Anissa like right in front of everyone. In fact I was getting ready to stand up and go to her defense. I was sitting on the edge of my chair in case I needed to punch this girl in the face or at least calm her down since she was kind of my friend. I would MUCH rather this girl to give me a black eye than watch Miss Anissa get hurt. She was standing up and getting all riled over a CELL PHONE! Anissa pursed her lips and told her to put her backpack at the front of the class and walked to her desk. I think she sensed that this girl might be dangerous. The entire class was holding their breath waiting for something to happen. The girl packed up her bag and walked out of the classroom and SLAMMED the door. The clock fell off the wall and everyone was silent for at least 30 seconds.
I have never in my life seen someone get so upset and violent over something so silly. This was one of the worst cases of the "everyone is trying to fuck with me and I have to be REALLY violent and scary in order to have my freedom" attitude I've ever seen. Seriously. It's only a cell phone. It made me very angry that this girl would physically threaten a teacher over something so retarded. I wanted to give Anissa a hug after class for being so brave. Even the way that she carried on with class like nothing ever happened, smiling and making funny jokes in French was very admirable. If I was a teacher and something like that happened to me I would be too shaken to continue.
The rest of the day was quite boring in comparison. I sat through Statistics listening to Lian mispronounce words in English. I've grown accustomed to writing little funny notes in the margins about his pronunciation. The most recent ones I've taken down:

Stuff= stuffool
Usually= yurily
Number of = Numproffle
Variable = weriable
Value = walue
Half = haffle

And then today he gave us a command that was particularly "Engrish". He pointed at us and said "Use calculator!" I smiled. He's entertaining in his own little way. You can call me petty and silly but this is how I pass my time in that class. If I did leave funny little notes to myself about his accent I might go stir crazy.
I went to biology lecture for half the time today but by the time I got there I was famished. I could have literally eaten my pen if it wasn't plastic. Any other softer material and I might be in the ER right now with poisoning lol. My stomach was feeling better and I wanted to EAT. Besides I could not pick up WiFi to get my notes and I wasn't going to sit any longer in that classroom listening to Kyle read slide shows to us. That's very silly. So I walked down to Zues, the Greek and Lebanese restaurant on campus. Zues is my favorite place to eat in Lafayette and I haven't been ONCE this year. It's very out of the way of my classes and where I live. Before at my old place, it was literally right down the path from my apartment. Now I live a good 25 minute walk from it. It also harbors a lot of memories from Jude and I's relationship. That was our FAVORITE place to hang out and we basically broke our banks there every week. It's so delicious. I miss him terribly. The girls who work there, sisters, Casey and Jamie recognized me and gave me free refills as usual. They questioned me about Jude's whereabouts again even though I've already told them. Jamie ended up taking her break while I was there and came and sat with me. As fate would have it, Jude and I's song came on the radio there (Love Story, by Taylor Swift as if that couldn't get more cheesy but it actually applies well to our story) and I just started bawling. Eating our food, being in our old hang out and seeing Jamie and hearing the song just made me start crying. I haven't done that in awhile. Cry in public. Jamie consoled me and told me and tried to joke with me to get me to laugh. It did.
I came to the library right after to do my homework. I sat there for a hour until I realized I didn't have any homework and that I was there for no reason. Then I decided to blog. Which leaves me here....where I am right now. Haha! I'm actually too full to get up and walk home but I guess it's probably a good idea. At least it will be nice and cool when I walk outside. Maybe I'll dance home again. :D

End Day Thirty-Six