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| Rant |
[Dec. 1st, 2009|08:09 pm] |
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The most demeaning thing is to work under a ton of idiots, who are so obviously not nearly as smart as you are. And yet, they treat you as an inferior, and truly believe they have everything over you. Take a conversation I had with this idiot the other day:
Idiot Dude: Hey do you live around here?
Me: Yeah man, I actually live at the hotel across the street.
Idiot Dude: Woaahhh like for real though? That's crazyyy
Me: Yeah, what really sold me was the free continental breakfast.
Idiot Dude: Woah! You get free breakfast? So you never have to breakfast ever?
Me: Negative
Idiot Dude: But seriously you live across the street? Thats so sad.
Me: ....... -.-
My jokes are wasted...
My job requires no functioning brain cells.
Im so tired of stuff like this. I can't wait to get paid, build my computer, and get the fuck out of there.
When I quit, I intend to jump on top of the customer service station, rip off my name tag, pound my chest in victory and make a break for the door while simultaneously throwing my name tag in my managers face (which will hopefully inflict maximum damage) as I listen the cheers and applause from the customers and other employees growing fainter as I run further and further away. |
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| Yo, rhetoric, where you at? |
[Nov. 18th, 2009|09:50 am] |
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I wish people used good grammar when they bitched me out. It really takes away from the whole piece, you know? Instead of feeling hurt by the other persons comments, I am proof-reading them.
A word of advice for all of you out there, if you intend to bitch me or someone else out in writing, do so in a manner that is comprehensible and abides by the rules of the english language. Otherwise, it's just an ineffective piece of writing. And no one likes that. Come on guys, the least we can do is figure out the proper place to put a comma. Yes?
Is it wrong or too much to ask to want to be bitched out by one who practices good rhetoric and grammar? I think not!
Yeah, I just realized I'm bitching about the way people bitch at me. pft. No life. |
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| An Ode to a Poor Sticker Man in Miami |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|10:39 pm] |
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Is it just me or has exams made everyone super tense? I'm pretty I witnessed some kid chuck a bagel at some chick in the library for talking. By pretty sure, I mean positive. And It was numtastic.
On a more personal level, the other day in my ever-crippling stress that encompasses the hours before a physics exam (and full-on panic attack), some poor man, who was basically begging for money on kendall and 107th avenue, decided to bark up the wrong tree by coming anywhere near my window. Now, I only say poor man because of the wrath that I imposed on him. Actually, he was one of those motherfuckers who entice you with dumb stickers and then expect money as payment. Not to mention what he's doing is illegal. In any case, I was driving with the windows down, shaking like a crack whore in anticipation for this stupid test, and it was then that he offered me one of his dumbass stickers.
I proceeded to yell, not yell, scream at him to "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME." I don't think I had ever screamed at anyone like that in my life. I mean I know you were probably expecting something more horrifying and this is slightly anti-climatic, but seriously, imagine if you were that guy. You're on the street scamming people for sticker money and out of no where some crazy bitch is screaming at you. Anyway, to my surprise, homeboy actually got scared and ran off. However, not before giving me a free sticker. (Jeaaahhh)
The point? I'm not sure there is one. Maybe that we all go fucking nuts over exams? And to that poor sticker man, if you're somehow creepy as fuck and reading this, I'm sorry.
Well kinda. You're breaking the law, sir.
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| Doing 90 in a 65 |
[Nov. 1st, 2009|09:47 pm] |
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I've been feeling like I'm in high school again lately. I don't care for it. In fact, I'm wondering when I'm going to stop dealing with all of this. All it takes is one text message. But I'm better than that.
I have no regrets about my high school experience as well as this past year in college. I'm well aware that my priorities are different than most and certain characteristics of my lifestyle reflect that. I'm also aware that I can't have it all; that sacrifices need to be made to meet goals I've set for myself. I know I can't be at some places because I'm cave-dwelling. And that some of these events, such as friends birthday weekends and late night outings are precious and sort of "once in a lifetime" things and I'm missing out on them. I'm aware that I've lost friends. But I've come to terms with all of this. I had to. I have to be focused.
If anything, I'd like to say I'm content with the state of my life at this point. I know what I like. I like the people I surround myself with. And I'm happy with the person that I am and the person I'm becoming.
I dont think anything anyone says is going to take that away from me at this point.
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| White-trash Waterloo |
[Oct. 12th, 2009|10:29 pm] |
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Oh do I wish that I could be as obliviously stupid as you. I wish I could understand your non-sequitars and purposefully vague statements that are meant to be profound, however, have absolutely no significance. Also, your skewed sense of reality has always been of utmost intrigue of me; the way you have this idea that you're somehow better than me. I wish I could live my life like you do. With no consequences. Being hypocritical. Having no sense of logic or morality. Thinking that people want me for more than just sex while having no sense of substance other than perhaps physical appearance (and this is a stretch.) And finally, thinking that you can vandalize my property with out so much as a whisper from me. Ahh yes, that would be the way to go, "man."
Just know this, bitch. Next time, I'll get your venereal diseased ass on camera and I'll fuck you up so bad you'll have to get your eye socket surgically removed from your earlobe.
P.S.: That'd be kinda cool though. |
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[Sep. 21st, 2009|08:47 pm] |
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I'm so damn distracted these days! AHHHH |
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| UM schedule |
[Sep. 1st, 2009|05:36 pm] |
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I did something like this in high school. And seeing as I don't have anything interesting to talk about, I'm going to lay out my schedule. Well my classes anyway. In no particular order, here goes:
1. Statistics:
This class is essentially for stupid people. In fact, I'm fairly certain my professor has some sort of mental handicap. I know we get a blow class every semester to keep us from committing suicide (us being the overly ambitious idiots who materialized their death in choosing engineering as a major.) I'm assuming this is it. I'll let you know when my A+ comes in.
2. Mechanics of Materials
The prof is awesome. Really cool guy. On some level I'd like to say that I'm looking forward to this class. However, the homework is proving to be somewhat impossible. Analyzing forces on helically swept welds? Come on. Give me a fucking break man. A week ago I was sleeping all day and drinking my brain cells away. Can we ease into these things?
3. Creative Writing
This professor is great in the fact that he says "mmkay" like Lumberg from the movie Office Space. Thats his only bright side. Well, okay, I'm not being fair here. I am by no means good at writing anything. From the looks of this class I'm most likely going to fail. I'm not an abstract thinker. I cannot come up with profound ideas and accurately articulate them. So seeing as I'm going to fail, bad mouthing the class, and the professor makes me feel better about it. I may be immature, but at least I'm honest.
4. Multi Calc
I hope we stop doing vectors soon but I don't like partial differentials :[ Also, the prof comes at least 5 minutes late every class. I'm going to calculate how much time of mine he has wasted of mine for the entire semester and match that to the amount of tuition he has wasted of mine and then send him some sort of bill. Well, I probably wont do that. But calculating the amount of money he has wasted, or calculating things in general, gives me something concrete to bitch about. I like bitching. I'm sure thats not a good quality.
5. Physics
Ok so any time you take physics anywhere its going to be really hard and suck a lot (jeaaaaahhh). But atleast this is my last semester of it. I could bitch about physics and all that but its somewhat useless. I've exhausted all of these ailments. Physics sucks. The end
So thats all. I hope this was insightful. If anyone still reads this anymore...
Oh how lonely...
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| IONOOO |
[Aug. 17th, 2009|10:53 pm] |
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I feel as though my life has taken a turn for the better but I'm not at liberty to tell anyone why or how. I'm ashamed and yet, I enjoy and, to an extent, demand transparency. There's no reason to be secretive about it all, or is it reasonable? I'm not sure I'd be able to explain to anyone what I've done and what's been going on. I've said so many things that don't ring true in the scheme of things. Again, I'm somewhat ashamed. I suppose I'll come around sooner or later.
I'm so freaking ambiguous in these things. Necessary or not, I'm not sure if I'm trying to entertain anymore. In any case, I end this thought with what I said at the beginning; my life has taken a turn for the better. And I suppose that's all that matters.
In recent news, school starts soon. I look forward to frat parties and dorm rooms. Not so much to the ole engineering workload. I'm not a fan of cave-dwelling. And contrary to the translucent color of my skin, I do enjoy sunlight during the school year. I'm not sure what to expect. Spring semester got crazy. I'm afraid. Speaking of afraid, My mom got a facebook. Yeah, my mom, who is 40+ years old, has a facebook. And she does status updates, and adds people, and comments on my wall, and posts pictures and has almost as many friends as I do.
As if I need anything else to make me feel the ever-impending doom that seems to encompass my life.
On the other end of the "doom spectrum," Dolphins beat the Jaguars! Even though its preseason, hope is hope, man. And regardless of how well the dolphins do this season, I will always blame my choice in underwear on the success or failure of the dolphins for every season.
What can I say? Some underwear are just luckier than others ;]
Dale, lemme get it.
I hope my entries make sense!
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| A Tribute |
[Jul. 8th, 2009|11:25 pm] |
I feel the need to bring up my current fixation with the male "cholo." Point blank, they're creepers. But what is so interesting to me is how they tend to repeat these really appalling behaviors. I mean people tend to repeat behavior that is positively reinforced right? It's ridiculous to think that the lengths that these guys go to in order to get women actually work. For example, the other day a cholo approached me and stated that I had a "cute little booty," that he cared to "holler" and proceeded to prompt me for my phone number..
My response obviously did not end in the young man's favor. But I just wonder what in the world is going through this guy's head. Seriously, what delusional girl is going to want to be associated with a dude who only wants to talk to her based on the shape of her behind? I mean how is that conversation supposed to go?
"Yo baybeh yo ass is poppin lemme get yo digits"
"Omaga yes!!! :D"
No. Also disturbing is the fact that this guy's ego has to be huge in order to have the confidence to approach a girl like that. I think if I were to attempt to approach a boy in that manner, I would probably rack up enough confidence to say hello and all that, but soon I would turn into a blithering idiot and probably run off awkwardly and hide in a bathroom or something. I'm not sure if thats relevant at all, but I'm just saying thats tough. You have to be ridiculously confident to do that (especially with such a fantastically attractive girl like me :D). Speaking of which, this guy was not attractive by any means. In fact, he could be the missing link between man and ape.
Nonetheless, I am fascinated with the male cholo. The confidence. Where it streams from. And how someone does not get the picture and change their strategy after being denied a number of times (esp when they look like sasquatch.)
I apologize if this entry has offended anyone.
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| I dont care! I'm doing a survey! I live for this shit. |
[Jun. 1st, 2009|11:43 pm] |
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Name: Lynn
Nickname: my name has one syllable for christs sake!
Single or Taken: single
Sex: female
Birthday: november 19th
Sign: scorpio
Siblings: true...little bro
Eye color: brown
Shoe size: 8
Height: 5'5
What are you wearing right now: tank top and shorts. Whats new?
Where do you live: tree ohh fiieeevee
Righty or lefty: righty
Relationships or no relationship: No preference. I'm cool with boff.
Breakfast: A big cup of coffee!
Favorite cartoon character: its still mickey..
Have you ever----
Given anyone a bath: umm yeah...
Have you ever smoked: heh, about that
Bungee Jumped: no
Parasailed: no
Made yourself throw-up: yes
Gone skinny dipping: uhhh huhh
Been in the opposite sex's bathroom: yes..not on purpose though!
Eaten a dog biscuit: heh
Got your tongue stuck to a pole: nah
Loved someone so much it made you cry?: I don't think so..
Played truth or dare: yes
Been in a physical fight: yes
Been in a police car: yeah..but not because i got in trouble.
Been in a sauna: yeah
Been in a hot tub: yes
Swam in the ocean: yes
Fallen asleep in school: I find that to be really rude.
Ran away?: no
Broken someone's heart: unfortunately
Cried when someone died: no
Flashed someone: yes
Cried in school: yes
Fell off your chair: yes
Sat by the phone all night waiting for a call: pfftt yeah right. I don't pull all-nighters for anyone!
Saved MSN / AOL / AIM conversations: nope
Saved e-mails: yes
Fallen for your best friend?: no ughh..shes a chick :-/
Been cheated on? nope
First thing that comes to mind---
Red: del toro
Blue:
Autumn: leaf blower
Cow: im not naming any names
Cat: hate em
Nickel: heh funny story about that
Elbow: must lick elbow
What is.. -----------?
Your good luck charm: i dont have one. i have lucky underwear. does that count?
Whats your room like: supah chuchiii
Last thing you said: dale
What is beside you: my dawgie
What kind of shampoo do you use?: pantene prov
Had Chicken pox: yes
Had a Sore Throat: yes
Believe in love at first sight? not so much.
Like picnics: sure
Loved anyone: Love? yes. In love with? not really.
Would you:
Eat a live hamster: who the fuck made up these questions?
Go to a hanson concert: yes >.< hahaha
Kill someone you didn't know for 15 billion dollars: probably not
What if you were stuck on an island, what people would you want with you: friends
Who Was the last person.......
you touched? my mom gave me a hug
You massaged: dont remember. i know who gave me one ;]
You Kissed?: :-x
You yelled at: chris heh
Who broke your heart: I dont like these questions
Do you/Are You:
Do you like filling these out: yesss!
Do you wear contacts or glasses: not in public
Do you like yourself: most of the time
Do you get along with your family: pretty much
Do you do drugs: nope
Have piercing below the waist?: no thanks perve
Obsessive?: no
Anorexic?: no
Depressed?: no
Suicidal? no
Final questions-
What are you listening to right now: tele
What did you do yesterday: Stared.
What is your favorite band: hmm. maybe radiohead?
Hated someone in your family: kinda
Got any awards: yeah
Have you ever gone streaking? all the effing time
Want to get married: sure
What is your favorite video game? mmm at the moment im down with my mario tennis
Have a lava lamp: nope
How many remote controls are in your house: a ton.
Are you double jointed: yes
What do you dream about: stuff.
The last movie you saw at the theatres: Terminator Salvation
Scary or happy movies: happy
Root beer or Dr. Pepper: Dr. Pepper
Mud or Jell-O wrestling: Mud!
Silver or Gold: Depends on what im wearing! duhhh
Diamond or pearl: Umm yeah I have a vagina. Diamonds
Sunset or Sunrise: sunset
Phone or in person: in person
Oldest, middle, youngest or only child: oldest
Do you want your friends to fill this out and send it back?: friends? what friends? |
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| Ambiguity necessary |
[May. 31st, 2009|10:44 pm] |
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I've had a really terrible week. I suppose I have to have one of those sooner or later. Maybe I've had this coming. I want to not care about this, but for some reason I do care. I want to go back to my default chill mode. I need something to occupy my time. But I'm not exactly motivated enough to do that.
Dale I'm cool as fuck. Gotta roll with the punches, son. |
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[May. 25th, 2009|12:57 am] |
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I love you, aquaman. |
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[May. 24th, 2009|12:09 am] |
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Apparently my perfume smells like don carters (to be more specific, the rental shoes and pink bowling balls), I have big thighs, my body is strangely proportioned, I have chicken feet, and my hair is dry and not conditioned.
For anyone who hasn't seen me lately this is apparently what I look like:
I need new friends.
thats all.
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| Graduation in t minus 3 weeks |
[May. 19th, 2008|07:27 pm] |
I had always imagined that I'd feel so horribly sad leaving high school; saying good bye to beloved friends, signing yearbooks with sappy endings and cheesy cliches. I imagined that I'd be so attached to the spirit of my school and my class that I wouldn't want to leave.
I feel none of that. I started high school with friends that I came to know over the years as mere acquaintances. People that I smile in pictures with in freshmen year, I pass in the hallway without so much as a look. I've had two people ask me to sign my yearbook. Two people. And the irony is, as much as I wanted someone to ask me to sign theirs, I found that I had nothing to say to them. After all the angst of wanting, I looked at the blank page and stared. I made up some crap that I didn't really mean, told them they were wonderful and pleaded them to keep in touch. In one I left my number, the other I forgot and I didn't even realize it until they were long gone.
I had friends in high school. Few. I sat in a limo at prom and didn't even know half of the people I was with. I am Senior Class Vice President and I don't know my class; not even in a superficial sense And what's worse, I don't know if I care.
Graduation is soon. I'm not in the mood for things anymore. Instead of attaching to high school, I feel the urge to run the other way blind sighted.
Its not you, It's probably me. |
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