tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36792828145597129452024-02-08T08:44:28.950-06:00Andy's ArchivesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919671971076561235noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679282814559712945.post-25665324571069275112010-08-12T17:54:00.000-05:002010-08-12T17:54:10.490-05:00We're MovingPlease note that <a href="http://pttaaf.blogspot.com/">PTTAAF</a> has moved to it's own blog. --> <a href="http://pttaaf.blogspot.com/">PTTAAF</a><br />
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This is to distinguish between random blog posts and the infamous <a href="http://pttaaf.blogspot.com/">PTTAAF</a> list.<br />
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Thanks.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919671971076561235noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679282814559712945.post-9485522809619377902010-04-26T00:13:00.000-05:002010-04-26T00:13:56.958-05:00It's not me...It's you.So I've decided to devote this particular blog to <a href="http://47archive.blogspot.com/search/label/PTTAAF">PTTAAF</a>.<br />
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So check out my new work in process ---> <a href="http://andys-archives.blogspot.com/">Some Bunny's Shit</a>. <br />
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It will include a bunch of random things. Enjoy and leave me....comments!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919671971076561235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679282814559712945.post-51068212470532802562010-03-12T22:10:00.004-06:002010-03-13T12:47:24.181-06:00Hiya StrangerAh, I can't believe I completely neglected my blog and youse guys for over a month. I'll just apologize now. <br />
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Dear Blog,<br />
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I'm sorry that I haven't written you even when I said I would...please forgive me.<br />
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Your friend,<br />
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Andy<br />
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Oh, and for everyone else...my bad.<br />
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I could have lied and said that I intentionally skipped February because it's by far the most retarded month. Oh, excuse me, I mean the month with the most severe mental disabilities. For one, it's not spelled how it sounds phonetically, and it's the only month with less than 30 days. Plus on top of that, every four years we just tack on an extra day to the second month of the year for shits and giggles. Well, that's not entirely true. I know that it's because we need to keep the solar year balanced and blah, blah, blah. But, why do we add it to February? Why not to January or December? Seems to me it would make more sense to add an extra day to the end months. Anyone have an answer for that one? I'm too lazy to Google it and I refuse to pay a dollar for kgb to do it.<br />
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Let's just get straight to it.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;">*PEOPLE AND THINGS THAT ARE ANNOYING &/OR FRUSTRATING</span> </div><br />
A spark of inspiration. <br />
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31. Know it Alls (KIA) <br />
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So, I'm not going to drop any specific names on this one, but I think that these kinds of people are easy to spot. It's one thing when a person knows nothing at all and has shit for brains. But it's a totally different ball game when a person knows nothing, but says anything and everything to portray an image of intellect. We all know that I am easily annoyed by idiots, but if you're a know it all, most likely I do everything in my power to avoid you at all cost. Like I've said before, if I answer you with short one syllable words....hint hint! I don't want you to direct any kind of conversation toward me.<br />
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Usually Know-it-Alls claim to be from multiple places, are at least bilingual, and knows everything about current news and random knowledge. When I actually have enough patience to deal with a KIA, my favorite thing to do is mess with them. I'll create some obscure news story and see if they take a bite at the bait. Usually they do, because KIAs can never be out of the loop. It's so funny to see a person's response to my lies about how chewing your food more than 10x causes cancer or how the color pink is becoming endangered. Usually KIAs will put their finger to their chin while pondering and say, "Oh, yeah I've read about that somewhere." The truth is you haven't because I pulled all of that straight out of my ass hole. Do everyone a favor and just shut the hell up for once. Here's a rule of thumb, if a person doesn't ask for your opinion it usually means they don't want it.<br />
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32. When people are bitchy-nice<br />
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Who here doesn't know what bitchy-nice is? Well, I guess this can be defined in many ways, but let me include what I think it entails. When a person constantly has a smile stuck on their face while simultaneously is being insulting or degrading, is my definition for "bitchy-nice." The funny thing is that usually this pertains to females. It's usually the lady who has some kind of minuscule job, but has some kind of loaded snazzy title like administrative assistant = secretary or sales associate = Wal-Mart employee. They kind of grit their teeth when speaking and they talk through their teeth like a cheap ventriloquist. I don't understand why people put these two attributes together. I mean c'mon we all know that the "nice" is an act and the truth is that you're just really a bitch. So, if you're going to be a bitch then fine, be one. But, don't try to hide it by pretending to be my best friend. I know who my friends are and I don't need a female pooch to hump my leg. <br />
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33. When people's butt cracks constantly show.<br />
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Please note that I inserted the word "constantly." I understand that sometimes pants can sag down due to gravity and what not, but if it is corrected within a certain time period I'll deem it acceptable. But, the majority of the time when ass crack is shown, it is by the skanky girl in front of me during lecture or the somewhat heavy set guy that from far away seems like he shares a common odor with an old sopping rag or mop. I mean c'mon can these people really not feel that their cracks are exposed? Sometimes I intentionally power-walk directly behind them hoping that the gust of wind from my stroll will trigger a cool sensation to their ass fold. <br />
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So, I've thought of a solution to this gluteus maximus cleavage epidemic. Instead of young women only getting floral/butterfly lower back tattoos...I suggest something along these lines:<br />
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Hey, at least it's a bit considerate, right?<br />
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34. When people ask questions they already know the answer to.<br />
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This could go either way. One or two of these kinds of questions could be acceptable only in the following situations:<br />
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Acceptable Examples:<br />
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To start a conversation: Oh, hey you're John Doe's sister, right?<br />
To get something back that's yours: Oh, is that my pen you're using?<br />
To end a conversation: Oh, wow it's 10 o'clock already?<br />
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Note that most of these questions start with, "Oh." But, any interjection can be used at the beginning of these questions to avoid extreme awkwardness toward the other party.<br />
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What is not permitted is when you ask a question just for instant gratification to let others that you might actually know something. Usually these questions have particularly simple answers that even Forrest Gump could give with ease. Or the questions can easily be converted into statements if the question mark is replaced with a period.<br />
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Prohibited Examples:<br />
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Two plus two equals four?<br />
You're 22, so you're turning 23?<br />
Both your parents are Filipino...so that makes you full Filipino?<br />
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I would greatly appreciate it if everyone would just stop and think before they speak sometimes. I'm not pointing the finger to any of my readers because I know youse guys wouldn't do that, right?* e.g. of conversation ender<br />
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35. When people say/write things that are obviously grammatically incorrect.<br />
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I'm just going to admit one thing right now. I know I suck at grammar, comma splices, and all that jazz, but I do know the difference between possessives and contractions. Is it really that difficult? <br />
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<b>Your versus You're</b><br />
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Your = possessive <br />
Examples:<br />
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Is that your banana? <br />
Your blog is awesome.<br />
That's not mine. I think that's yours.<br />
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You're = you are<br />
Examples:<br />
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You're awesome.<br />
You're so funny. <br />
I'm glad you're here.<br />
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<b>There- Their- They're: It's going to be alright.</b><br />
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OK "there," "their," and "they're" is an example of a homophone. Surprising to some, that is not a gay telephone. A homophone is<b>:</b> one of two or more words pronounced alike but differs in meaning, derivation or spelling.<br />
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There = in or at that place<br />
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Examples:<br />
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What's over there?<br />
Here, there, and everywhere.<br />
There we go.<br />
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Their = of or relating to them or themselves; his or her, possessive case of they<br />
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Examples:<br />
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I lost all of their phone numbers.<br />
Their dogs are all out.<br />
Their prices here are pretty decent.<br />
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They're = contraction of they are<br />
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Examples:<br />
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They're so cute.<br />
They're all busy.<br />
They're closing in five minutes.<br />
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*A sub-note to add<br />
"Thay" is not an English word. <br />
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<b>Abbreviations</b><br />
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I hate it when people use "proff" for professor. Notice that there is only ONE "f" in <i>professor.</i><br />
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Good to note* Knowledge courtesy of U.I.L. Dictionary skills<br />
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*Why the hell is <i>abbreviation </i>such a long word? And why do we only have a short hand symbol for a two letter word? At = @ Wow, thanks for saving me a millisecond of my time. How about we figure something out for that "h-t-t-p-colon-backslash-backslash-w-w-w-dot" bullshit?<br />
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<b>Anyway V. Anyways</b><br />
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Anyway = never the less, at any rate, any how<br />
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Anyways= nonstandard, anyway<br />
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So pretty much, "anyways" is not a word. So...don't use it. Just the sound of it makes me cringe. I've tried to be an active corrector of this by instantly saying "anyway" any time I hear someone use, "anyways." So, don't be surprised when you hear an echo of "anyway" when you blurt out a nonstandard word.<br />
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<b>Pronunciation of my name, Andrea.</b><br />
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<span class="pronset"><span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"><span class="pron">Correct: ahn-<span class="boldface">drey</span>-<span class="boldface">uh / an</span>-dree-<span class="ital-inline">uh</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="pronset"><span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"><span class="pron"><span class="ital-inline">Incorrect: </span></span></span></span><span class="pronset"><span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"><span class="pron">on/</span><span class="pron">awn</span><span class="prondelim"></span></span></span>- <span class="pronset"><span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"><span class="pron"><span class="boldface">drey</span>-<span class="boldface">uh</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="pronset"><span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"><span class="pron"><span class="boldface">I think that I made a conscious decision on the pronunciation of my name on the first day of Kindergarten. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="pronset"><span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"><span class="pron"><span class="boldface">Ms. Sylvester asked me, "Is it Ann-drey-uh or On-drey-uh?" </span></span></span></span><br />
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Because I hate the sound of an "o" in my name I picked the Americanized version of my name: Ann-drey-uh.<br />
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Technically, it's neither. My parents named me and since they are both from Filipino decent, the "r" in my name is somewhat rolled. So, something like this: Ahn- drrrey- uh But, forewarning!!! Do not ever emphasize the r-rolling in my name. That just makes you sound straight up ignorant and stupid. I don't want anyone to turn into a freaking cat midway into saying my name. Leave the purring to the hairball coughing and private licking felines. <br />
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You would think the Americanized version would be everyone's first guess to pronouncing my name, but you'd be completely wrong. Just because my skin contains a bit more melanin than some of youse white folk, it doesn't mean that I must have some crazy foreign name. Plus, Andrea is my actual name. It's not an American replacement for Lingxiaoping or Ching-a ling-ling, OK? <br />
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Whew, I finally got that off my chest.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919671971076561235noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679282814559712945.post-15200294029063575462010-01-06T12:11:00.005-06:002010-01-06T12:23:41.470-06:00New Year, Old Tidings<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Happy MMX!!! I hope everyone had an awesome year, but if you didn't...Hey, here's a new one, so try not to F it up. I'm sure many of you have your resolutions thought out, but how many of you are actually going to keep 'em? My top philosophy now is to reevaluate my relationships: family, friendship, etcetera.</span><span style="line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Aristotle's ethics include how people only have "friendships" or </span><i><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">philia</span></i><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> i.e. love, because the relationships are only intact because each individual uses another for some sort of advantage. That's a pretty bizarre idea that every person in existence uses another. We all know what I'm using you for.......ahem blog comments. But, what's your advantage from me? Just something to think about... Anyway, enough of this mumbo jumbo. Let's get to what really matters...</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;">*PEOPLE AND THINGS THAT ARE ANNOYING &/OR FRUSTRATING</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">27. When people flake</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I understand that sometimes plans turn to shit, but c'mon. There's a difference between change of plans and flaking. There are many definitions for a </span></span></span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">flake</span></span></span></i><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">, but each of them share a common word, unreliable. How many times does a person have to ditch plans before they are named unreliable or i.e. a flake? Well, personally I think granting a person three chances is generous. I'm all for hanging and what not, but don't make plans with me to just shit on them later. It's such a waste of time to think you have plans and then in the end, you don't. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">28. When people have the wrong winter attire</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Of course each person's sense of warmth differentiates due to size or preference, but there are times when you think about a person's outfit with, "Wow, I guess it's not that hot/cold out here." It's hard to visualize without clip art, eh? Well, let me help you out with that. </span></span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It's warm. No need for winter attire at all. Enjoy the nice weather, douchebags. Take off your hoodie and sit on it.</span></span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It's f'ing hot. If you're wearing any sort of jacket, you deserve to be punched square in the mouth. Period. Unless of course you have some sort of skin problem...OK the kids off of The Others have a pass, everyone else a fist to the face.</span></span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If I'm speaking to one person, there's probably a reason I'm speaking to ONE person. Don't walk up beside me and stare at us and wait for something to comment on. If you notice that when you walk up to a conversation and the people look at you funny and turn back and say, "Anyway..." and continue with their conversation, most likely they don't want you standing there. Another hint to know you're not wanted to have a conversation with is when a person only answers in one/two syllable words. E.g.: Uh, huh, OK, yeah, yes, etcetera. </span></span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">For those of you who have no idea who this person is, feel privileged. Just knowing that this person exists in the world makes me die inside a little every day. This is no hyperbole. I HATE this man. You think that my blog is full of hate and disgust? Well, words cannot describe how much I despise this person. Just thinking about him disgusts me to the core. I'm just going to leave it at this because I don't want to start having a tantrum and have a cerebral (brain) aneurysm. Ballooning blood vessel in the brain? Yeah, no thanks. But, I will open up the comments for anyone who thinks they know who Dr. Honeydew is. I would please request that you do not include his/her name, but to just include what you think of this person. And, if you are unsure or are unaware of who Dr. Honeydew indeed is, I'm sure there is a person you know who is the equivalent, so please describe your arch nemesis. Please, this is an open space so comment away. </span></span></span><br />
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</div></div></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919671971076561235noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679282814559712945.post-70809932785370658702009-12-02T09:14:00.004-06:002009-12-02T10:18:50.912-06:00Da-Douche-da-douche-douche-douche* Should be read in beat of the Thong Song<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">TAKE A BREAK FROM FINALS!!!!!! <span style="font-size: small;">And read s'more. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 78%;">*PEOPLE AND THINGS THAT ARE ANNOYING &/OR FRUSTRATING</span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-size: small;">I've been neglecting my blog and that makes not only me sad, but I'm sure you all as well. So let's all have a little pick me up, shall we? </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-size: small;">Here's something obvious to add... DOUCHEBAGS. Please notice that these PTTAAF additions do not start with "when people..." Instead these are actual people or "people who do..." so if you fall into these...chances are that I secretly hate you. <br />
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<span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-size: small;">Speaking of the word "douchebag," I remember someone in middle school said that they were the reason why the word became popular. And he wasn't just saying popular within our little school, but the whole nation...what an idiot. <br />
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21. Parking Attendants/Maids<span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-size: small;">Why do we pay others to be dickheads? </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-size: small;">Every one of you who owns a car, by now should have received some kind of parking ticket or violation. If not...it's just a matter of time. I understand that some parking spaces need to be saved for certain people, i.e. the handicapped or employees, but the amount of these "reserved at all times" spaces is too excessive. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-size: small;">How many handicapped spaces does a place really need? It seems that every curb is designated to be a handicapped space. I don't know about you, but I've only seen a few people on campus in wheelchairs and I highly doubt they drive themselves to school. </span></span></span><br />
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22. People who are on Facebook on computers that are only for academic use.<br />
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</div>I will admit that I sometimes use the the computers that are specifically labeled "For research and academic use" to check my e-mail from time to time, but NEVER when someone is waiting. Unless, of course I didn't notice the person waiting. When I do see an anxious person waiting I gladly relinquish my seat and offer them my computer. But, when sitting at an adjacent desk to the computers and see that the person is now having five simultaneous Facebook conversations...I become livid. Wow, I guess that's not very important at all and you shouldn't of given me dirty looks for using the computer for two seconds to check my e-mail.<br />
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What's so great about Facebook anyway? It's a way to keep in touch with friends and blah, blah, blah. What the hell ever. First off, if you can't communicate with "friends" physically or via phone, then you're probably not friends at all, or shouldn't be. People should stop lying and just admit that Facebook's sole purpose is for people to creep on others' pages that we like or in some cases don't like at all. Well, in my case I'm sure many of you get harassing messages from me to comment on my blog posts...so that makes me some what of a hypocrite. The thing is that I could text all of my contacts to comment on my blog, but that is "too much" effort for some to accomplish. Because one would have to read my text, get on the computer, go on the internet, find my site, read the post, and then comment. Where as if I mass message people on facebook, I can just include my blogsite link within the message. And since Facebook requires internet access the person would already be online and could just click the link attached to the message and...voilà. This is a bit of a rationalization...but I know that even this is too much work for some to accomplish.<br />
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Well, enough of my Facebook usage schpeel...back to the topic at hand.<br />
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I especially hate when I'm the one waiting for a computer and I actually do need to use it for school work...and 90% of the people on the computers are on Facebook, flipping through stupid photo albums of people with their tongues out flashing some kind of stupid hand gesture i.e. "hook 'em horns/rock" sign or the horrid "shocker." I usually start off waiting patiently, but after five minutes or so I do the nonchalant unnecessary cough or sigh to get someone's attention. At this point, most not if all of the people on the computers are aware of my impatience and urgency to use a computer...so what do they all do? Of course, they just turn back to their screens and laugh at themselves with self appreciation of their so called "witty" status. I always manage to bite my tongue in these situations, but I'm sure some day I'm going to go off. I'm a ticking time bomb....just wait in see.<br />
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23. Couples who sit next to each other in a booth.<br />
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I don't know about you guys, but when I go out with someone I like speaking to them face to face. If you sit right next to a person, you have to do that awkward 90 degree head turn. Let's weigh out our options: (1) sit across a person and be comfortable or (2) sit beside someone with less room and a crick in your neck.... To me the answer seems obvious, but I'm not sure what you guys think.<br />
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Not only do these people violate each other's personal space, but they have to constantly be touching each other. Either the girl's legs are in the guy's lap or their clammy hands are interlocked. My gosh, we all get that you're together. If you really wanted to emphasize this, I suggest getting a shirt that says, "I'm with him/her" and has an arrow pointing to the left or right. Just so that everyone knows. *Buyer beware* If you do decide to invest in one of these shirts, I suggest that you pick one with an arrow direction of your liking, because you'll have to stand on the same side of your gf/bf all the time for your stupid shirt to make sense.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another thing is that when people sit on the same side of one booth, they are staring at an empty seat the whole time. Now it just looks like wasted space. If I'm ever hosting and a couple doesn't use the booth appropriately, I'm going to seat another lame love duo across from them. At least the space wouldn't be wasted. Productivity prevails. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When riding on a public transportation vehicle, I believe it is acceptable to put a bag, books, etc in the seat next to you if there is no one wanting to take a seat there. But, if the bus is full of people put your shit in your damn lap. Why is it so hard for people to act in an appropriate way? I guess I'll never understand. All of these things seems so trivial and obvious to me. I'll just leave it at this: <span style="font-size: x-large;">Move your shit.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Let's just start a sub-list to what I consider unacceptable and inconsiderate<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">End your damn phone conversation when you're: <br />
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<li>receiving your order <br />
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<li>next in line at a cashier</li>
<li>at work and it's your job to greet customers</li>
<li>out with people and are continuously blabbing on the phone in front of them</li>
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But, I think the one thing that really pushes me over the edge is, when I am unfortunate enough to be the person in the receiving end of this rude gesture and the person on the phone gives me the universal one pointer finger to the face that indicates, "just one minute." Oh, how I hate this. For one, it instantly gives me the desire to break off your damn index finger and shove it down your esophagus causing an obstruction to the airway to your lungs. And I hope to my homeboy, Jesus, that this leads to asphyxia and then to hypoxia. Yeah, you better believe that my words are serious, because I don't think you'll want the random weird nasally guy with probable HINI infection to attempt the Heimlich Maneuver on you. Well, hey it's your own choice.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Again, my apologize for the somewhat blog sabbatical. Then again, not one person added a comment or suggestion. NOT ONE! You know what? I have one more...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">26. People who read my blog posts and do not comment<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">You know who you are...and I know that people visit my page without commenting because there is a nifty visitor counter on my right panel of my blog. So, yeah I need documented love to my page, not just verbal. I'm going to just throw this out there, but... I self-consciously rate my friendships by comment frequency. Just a little FYI for people out there. So, to spell it out to you...the more you comment the more I'll probably like you. And, if you don't comment at all....well, I probably hold a deep grudge buried within my soul against you. So.... no biggie.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">One more thing....Where the hell did 2009 go?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Click --> <a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679282814559712945&postID=7080993278537065870&isPopup=true"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">HERE</span></a> <-- if you want to be my friend. </span><span style="font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 78%;"> <br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919671971076561235noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679282814559712945.post-79517729249587443052009-11-11T11:28:00.000-06:002009-11-11T11:28:33.837-06:00I suck.I haven't written a post in over a month. My apologizes...I've been neglecting my blog and that makes me sad. School blows... More PTTAAF to come soon. Also, I'm open for topic suggestions. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919671971076561235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679282814559712945.post-36690784392137949112009-09-24T22:45:00.010-05:002009-09-25T14:23:24.015-05:00A Constant Reminder<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">PTTAAF 4*</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 78%;">*PEOPLE AND THINGS THAT ARE ANNOYING &/OR FRUSTRATING</span></span><br />
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Quick question... If an escalator is broken, it turns into stairs, right? Right...So, what's the policy on going up a "broken escalator" that usually descends and vice versa? I guess if you have no knowledge to the original direction of the escalator when it was functioning..... you get a pass to walk up the newly transformed stairs? Scratch that...I don't think that made any sense. Instead of being philosophical...I'll just stick to things I have talent for...like bitching.<br />
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Hajimemashou!! <--- That means "let's start" in Japanese. Hey, now you can say you learned something today....unless you already knew that...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Back to Basics</b><br />
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I've already scratched the surface of etiquette in one of my older posts: <a href="http://47archive.blogspot.com/2009/03/american-demise-deterioration-of-human.html">The American Demise* - The Deterioration of Human Propriety</a> But, I'd like to add s'more sub-points to this topic. I think that politeness and intellect have a positive or direct relationship. Well, this is probably not true...because usually the southern population is nicer than the northern.... And Southerners tend to be on the less educated side...I'll emphasize that this is <i>my</i> opinion, because the ruder the person is the more likely I think they are an incompetent piece of shit. <br />
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</div><div style="color: blue;">16. When people stop right in front of where the escalator ends<br />
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OK... let me calm down for a second. *Exhales* First off, typically there are people behind you on an escalator so if you stop in front of constantly moving stairs....the person behind you is going to run your ass over. Let's just do a little role playing shall we?<br />
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So picture a full escalator with a person at every other step. Let's say that the escalator is going down and is only wide enough for a single passenger per step ... Imagine that the person at the very bottom of the escalator stops abruptly when stepping off of the escalator. Does anyone see a problem here? The only option the person behind this dumb shit has, is to either attempt to back up and cause a reverse domino effect or to plow through that stupid person who stopped in the middle of a moving staircase to start texting another idiotic friend. I vote shove the moron over and then step to the side of the escalator so each of the descending passengers can give you a high five.<br />
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Also, I like having my own person space. The imaginary bubble that I live in and dislike wholeheartedly if someone bursts it. I'm assuming everyone has their own bubble and the size of this bubble varies. Anyway, here's a few questions: Why do some people insist on being on the step right behind you? Do they really like ass in their face while automatically inclining? If this is the case, I suggest pleasing their peculiar philia and let out a well deserved flatulence. What more can they want? Now they not only get to see ass, but taste it.<br />
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</div><div style="color: blue;">17. When people ignore you when you say, "Excuse me."<br />
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</div>At all times, I try to be as courteous and polite as possible. My best efforts are put forth in to remembering to say, "please" and "thank you" whenever necessary. Most of these gestures are ignored, but "excuse me" needs to be heard and reacted to. If there's a hallway I need to get through and it is packed with people, I usually try to snake my way through while excusing myself. But, sometimes there isn't enough space for a three dimensional person to fit through. When this happens, the situation should play out something like this:<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: cyan;">Me: "Oh, excuse me. I need to get by you."<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: cyan;">Me: "Thank you very much."<br />
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Nice right? Quick and easy, but this is what usually occurs:<br />
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<div style="color: magenta;">Me: "Oh, excuse me. I need to get by you."<br />
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</div><div style="color: magenta;">Moron: ..... (just looks at me and turns back around)<br />
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</div><div style="color: magenta;">Me: "Um...ok." (Now squeezes my way through)<br />
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</div><div style="color: magenta;">Moron: (gives me an ugly look while I'm passing by)<br />
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</div><div style="color: magenta;">Me: *whispering under my breath* "Fucking idiot..."<br />
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I don't know about you.....but situation number one looks like a winner. <br />
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<div style="color: blue;">18. When people sit at the end of a row instead of moving toward the center or all the way down <br />
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This especially pisses me off on campus because the rows/aisles are so narrow. People have two choices: (1) An ass in their face (2) A pelvis in their face Neither one of these sound appealing to me. The easiest solution is to just move all the way down so that new comers can be easily seated. All of you know that things aren't done in a way that are sensible...so that means that most people who first walk into a room pick the end seats. When you have to get by these people what happens? They do that whole deal where they move their legs to one side to let you through. This is never enough room to pass by. When people lunge over other's knees it looks as if they're practically sitting in their laps. That or they're getting a free lap dance before the bell rings. I guess it all depends on how you look at it. <br />
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<div style="color: blue;">19. Going to Wal-Mart when there are a lot of idiots present...Oh, wait that's all of the time. Let me rephrase: Going to Wal-Mart<br />
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A. When people leave their shopping carts in the middle of the aisle<br />
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First of all, the only time I go to Wal-Mart now is to grab a few items for cooking or whatever; but in high school, Wal-Mart was equivalent to a theme park. Sadly, this is one of many downsides from living in a small town. Anyway, the point I'm getting at is that going to Wal-Mart is a quick in and out kind of deal, no smoozing around. That means no cart, just a hand blue carry basket. So, when I'm only taking up my body's physical space in an aisle along with my basket, I expect the other customers to be as considerate with their cart. Of course this isn't the case. I seem to be always caught in the middle of an aisle because to my right there's a lady who left her kid buckled to the cart to snag her third helping of Activia from a sample table, and to my left is an old lady with a cart full of cat or probably in her case geriatric food. So, what's the solution when you're trapped between two carts in an aisle? I for one do not know the answer, but one would think it is to just scooch over a cart to free myself from the confinement in front of canned liverwurst and Spam.... But, NO! If you move someone's cart one centimeter...actually no, if you even touch another person's cart they flip out. Look, I'm not trying to steal your snot nosed baby, you're the one that got yourself preggers so that's your problem. And my other option, Cat Lady? Well, I wouldn't want to mess with her because it's only down hill for her since Chef Boyar-Meow Mix is what's for dinner. You might ask, "Well, what the hell do you do in this situation?" Well personally, I release an exhale that I make sure gets noticed, and then I cross my arms and just wait for one of them to move out of my way. I know this sounds ridiculously passive aggressive, but believe me that sigh will pierce their little hearts....or piss 'em off....Either way you're golden.<br />
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B. The "express" line<br />
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"Express" is in quotation marks because it's a pseudo word Wal-Mart likes to use to deceive customers. It's almost a joke actually. Because on every occasion that I stand in that supposed "express" line, I am stuck behind the slowest people alive, or the "speedy" checker is a frail old lady who is frightened by the new 20 and 50 dollar bills. The funniest part of these lines is that there's an "item limit." I'm not sure if people don't know how to read, or if they're just that inconsiderate....but that "15 items or less" sign is never obliged. There's always a woman in line that probably just got her welfare/unemployment check and has just raided all of Wal-Mart's aisles. And of course this woman is in front of me in the "express lane," and I only have a bag of chips and some chewing gum. D'ya think she was courteous enough to let me check out before her? Before you answer "yes," let me just remind you that she's probably an unemployed mother of 10 and has been supported by the government since she lost her last permanent tooth. Of course the answer is NO! That's just one scenario.<br />
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Let me just list some others that I've been lucky enough to experience in the express line:<br />
<ul><li>When the person in front of me pays with all coins. I have no problem with paying with coins, but your math skills have to be at least par to 1st grade for this. And trust me, these people play with a handicap in math.</li>
<li>When the customer and the cashier are having a long conversation and there is obviously a line forming.</li>
<li>When you're waiting in line and then when you finally get to the front, the cashier turns off the register light.* *Indicating that his/her register is closed.<br />
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<li>When the person checks out and doesn't have money for all of their items. I understand that sometimes you can be a few dollars short, but don't go shopping with twenty bucks and fill up your cart with 50 bags of Cheetos or whatever and then get surprised that you don't have enough money. The worst part is that these people cannot estimate the amount of money needed. So they'll tell the cashier to take off one item at a time to see if they can afford it.....Uh, I swear the next time I'm behind a person like this I'm going to flip. </li>
</ul>I'm sure there are many more, but I should stop before I go into another anger outburst. Anyway, I'm not sure if every person encounters these problems, but I for one always do. I've come to terms that I am indeed an <i>idiot magnet</i>. I've just accepted this fact, but luckily being an idiot magnet is good for you. Because what else could I blog about? I think I'll just stick to what I'm good at....which is of course bitching and moaning. <br />
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C. The Self-Check Out<br />
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When this came out I was excited because it seemed like it would solve some of my Wal-Mart line discrepancies. *Sigh* Once more it's just another let down. People are just too incompetent for self checkout. I thought that putting a barcode to a scanner wouldn't take much brain activity, but I guess it does. Self checkout I guess is the poor man's sudoko. I won't get into this one with much detail, but I'm sure you can imagine what occurrences could happen. I mean if you let people do someone else's job on their own....you know that this is a guaranteed head throb. <br />
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That was a lot on Wal-Mart...my apologies.<br />
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I've already established in <a href="http://47archive.blogspot.com/2009/02/free-car-wash.html"><u>Free Car Wash</u></a> that I never have an umbrella when it rains. Today I was trying to walk under some of the few covered walkways on the Drag, but was bombarded with all of the people who had umbrellas. Since I'm trying not to get wet I should have the right of way under the covered walkway. Sheesh... they already have an umbrella and that takes up most of the sidewalk. I mean people don't keep their umbrellas open when they go through buildings...what's the difference here? When I was walking today it was as if the sidewalk was an obstacle course and I had to duck and maneuver myself out of harms way from the sharp and jagged metal points of the umbrellas. I should have just crouched low enough to stay under all of the umbrellas, but that would have been too much effort. My sis was smarter about it. She just swatted away the umbrellas like flies. <br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919671971076561235noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679282814559712945.post-34632422723057785882009-08-25T14:07:00.038-05:002009-09-25T14:23:43.382-05:00Alex, I'll take Potpourri for 400 PleaseSchool has started once again...*sigh* I hope everyone's break was relaxing and enjoyable. I for one can count the things I did during summer break on one hand... worked and watched movies.... and went on that <span style="font-style: italic;">family </span>vacation. Anyway, the stresses of classes will commence soon and that will give me another thing to bitch about. Speaking of bitching... let's get to it, shall we?<br />
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<div><span style="color: #339999;">I know that getting a babysitter in times of need is sometimes difficult, but my goodness... I don't think that bringing a five month old teething baby to a theater with hundreds of other people is a good idea. I know I'm not the smartest person in the world, but I figure that a dark room full of strangers wanting to watch a movie they paid about ten bucks to see on an opening weekend doesn't want some stupid kid (who got in for free) to ruin it by their loud and obnoxious cries. If you ask me... children should pay a higher premium to go out to public places...that way adults are discouraged to bring them. And don't get mad at me...it's just a suggestion. If you ever had to clean up after someone else's kid, I think you'd agree with me on this one. I don't know how many times I had to sweep up those damn Gerber Graduates star shaped snacks, but c'mon people! If you do decide to bring your 'only cute to you' child out...do everyone a favor and clean up after your own damn kid. Sheesh...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">12. Public Urination-</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">13. Spork/Foon-</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">14.</span><span style="color: #3366ff;"> When people yuck my yum-</span><br />
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I'm sure that many of you have already have heard those words come out of my mouth, but I just want to emphasize how big of a pet-peeve that is. I especially lose patience with people when I find out that they haven't even tried the said food I am about to consume. If I hear the statement, "EWW! You're really going to eat that?!" one more time... I think I might just flip and go off on the poor individual who broke the camel's back. Let's break down this question: Am I really going to eat this? Through a small attempt of a thought process it can take a less than par person to realize that the answer is...yes. What person in their right mind, packs a lunch and is about to take a bite and then answers, "No?" Let me just say one thing, if someone is eating something... do them a favor and keep your opinions to yourself. Last time I checked you didn't need another person's permission to eat your own food. The exception of course is if the time and location is not prime.<br />
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Here's something totally off base... Who here has seen someone walking while trying to eat a banana? If you answered yes to this question, please tell me you snickered to yourself. Hehe it looks hilarious/awkward.<br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">15. People who wear winter attire when it is over 100 degrees outside-</span><br />
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<div>I will only show mercy to people who actually need protection from the sun. i.e. Albinos or if it is part of your religious beliefs... Everyone else is shit out of luck. Let's begin. Many of you know that during the summer if temperatures reach a certain high I am prone to Tourette's syndrome. I occasionally look like a crazed person when pouncing between covered and shaded areas. By the end of a hot day, my shirt has transformed into a sticky composition and is permanently stuck to my backside. Let me just tell you, it's not a pretty site. This is why I do not understand how people can be conscience when it is scorching hot outside and are wearing hoodies or thick jackets. To be honest, I'm not a person that sweats a lot, but recently between classes I get an unusual sweat mark on my shirt.... it's from my backpack, so it looks like I have a sweater vest made out of body perspiration...nice. Anyway, if I'm soaking up my t-shirt, I don't even want to imagine what's under that freshman's stupid high school letter jacket. C'mon! I think someone needs to tell these people that they look ridiculous and retarded. Not to mention that this directly coincides with <a href="http://47archive.blogspot.com/2009/07/pilot.html">people who have B.O.</a> Gag me. You might be thinking: Hey, maybe they were in a cold building and were too lazy to take off their sweater/jacket between class. I can assure you that this is not the case with these people because (1) I usually see these people just hanging outside and (2) If you're too lazy to take off a sweater/jacket when it's hot outside... God help you. I don't know how you can get anything done...<br />
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Since no one objected to the start of the list...I decided on my own to continue it. On the other hand, no one encouraged the list either...shame on you. Some of you may be absolutely tired of my bitching about things relating to the food/beverage industry and serving....but I really don't care. These list additions are directly related to these subjects, so if this bothers you... Just scroll down to the bottom and leave me a comment about it. hehe<br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff; font-weight: bold;">6. When people "help" the server...-</span><br />
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People like to take all of their napkins and shove them down their cups, ramekins, or bowls as far as they possibly can. Here's a question: How is that helpful in any way? Here's the answer: It's not. I don't know if any of you do this, but let me just acknowledge you that the server is the one who has to throw away your crap. So it's our responsibility to stick our hands down that nasty cup/bowl and fish out your napkin that you used to wipe the barbecue sauce of your disgusting face, while singing the ridiculous baby back rib song... Hey, hate to burst your bubble, but you're not the first person to bring up the stupid song and it has never been funny. Ever.<br />
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This one really gets under my skin... Please don't insult your server and grab a pitcher to refill your own drink. When a person does this the server automatically thinks two things: (1) Wow, what a douchebag and (2) Looks like you won't be getting anything else from me, asshole.<br />
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Here's something else to add: After finishing a meal, some people like to stack the plates for the server. Even though technically this is ill-mannered and against common etiquette... I for one love it one people stack their plates for me....On one condition: If the way the plates are stacked makes sense. Don't stack a plate that is 12" in diameter on top of a dressings ramekin that is 3" in diameter and is full of ranch...that you insisted to me on getting and then you didn't use the extra ranch at all. Uh, that really makes me angry. No one understands the aspect of materialism. How about we all do each other a favor and not ask for something unless we're absolutely certain we're going to use it or ask for something when we need it? Is that really too hard? Apparently so... Since were on the subject of <span style="font-style: italic;">ranch</span>, let me just say... IT'S NOT THAT IMPORTANT. My goodness, people snap at you about ranch dressing like it's a cure for AIDS. We should just stop selling ranch two ounces at a time and should just ask if the table wants to include a tub of ranch and a bi-pass surgery to their check. I mean c'mon, we'd be saving both of us time and effort. While we're at it, we should just replace insulin drips with buttermilk ranch, because then people can control the amount of dressing to drown their food with just a press of a button. Wow....I rambled enough about ranch on this one... Let's just make it part of the list.**<br />
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Anyway, back to the subject at hand...Stacking dishes in a way that makes a server juggle a leaning tower of plates to the dish pit...makes no sense. And this very situation usually leads to the next thing on my list...<br />
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I want to meat the person who started this. And "meat" is not a typo. I seriously want to pummel this person's face with every hard surface of my body. Or maybe I can bash in some of their ribs into their vital organs. I think this would be the beginning for retribution for what this person started. Look, we all know that accidents happen. So an applause is not needed whenever someone screws up. It's not like restaurant employees can do this to customers...<br />
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Some people insist on getting change and then leaves the exact change as a tip- Not only does this stress out a server, but again I can't see the reasoning for this. A simple, "Keep the change" would suffice and save time and effort.<br />
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When a person's math is completely wrong in their added credit card tip...obviously the total with the tip can't be lower than the subtotal people!<br />
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When a person doesn't know how to tip when using coupons/promotions....you tip before the discount, asshole.<br />
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Verbal tips- the all-time trump card to piss off a server. If a person is overly nice to a server, it makes a server uneasy because then they suspect "kindness" as a tip. I don't care how nice you are lady...You telling me how great a server I am, doesn't pay the damn bills. If that were the case I would be a flippin' millionaire. Even if I had a quarter for every time a person thanked and praised me for superior service they received...I'm pretty sure all the stupid Coinstar machines would be overwhelmed with the amount of change I would bring them.<br />
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Who are these people fooling? Everyone knows that you're just trying to scam out a free meal. Apparently it wasn't <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> bad because...You chewed and swallowed every bite. This is equivalent to when people have bruises and then repeatedly pokes it while saying, "Oww, this hurts." Stop poking yourself people and stop eating food that tastes bad. No matter how good a server is...they can't read your mind. Just tell them that you didn't care for your order. But be careful...tell them in a nice way...<br />
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Everyone knows that you shouldn't be rude to servers because....they handle your food. It would be an easy task for a server to taint your food. Believe me, I've heard some pretty gross stories about what servers do to rude people's orders. Those of you who don't work in the food industry trust me....it <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> as bad as you think...maybe even worse. I for one could never bring myself to do anything bad to a person's meal, but I'm only one of the few. Don't get me wrong...there were some times where I seriously wanted to and the table probably deserved it, but I could never do it.<br />
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There's a table that is being completely intolerable and distasteful to a server for no reason at all. Even if there is a reason, servers are people too and do not need to be belittled by anyone. Anyway, thistable ordes BUFFALO CHICKEN CRISPER™ BITES. If you're not savvy with the Chili's menu let me tell you what this item includes, courtesy of the Chili's website: Four mini sandwiches with chicken breaded and fried to perfection then tossed in our spicy wing sauce. Topped with bacon crumbles, lettuce, and bleu cheese dressing and served on sesame seed buns. Served with crispy onion strings and bleu cheese dressing. I know that sounds stupid, but I seriously copy and pasted that shit. Back to the story... Well there's a lot a server could do with this particular item, but the bleu cheese makes it easy. Bleu cheese has a chunky consistency and already tastes sour. So a server could add more chunky sour goodness with a warm hawked loogie. Disgusting I know, but these kind of things happen.... Moral of the story is...<br />
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So many of you already know that I was on a "family vacation" for about a week in Florida. I put that in quotes because I truly believe that these words should never go together...<br />
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Supposedly the whole Orlando-Disney World/ Universal Studios package is commonly described as a "dream vacation." But, this past week I have struggled to find one event to be associated with a good dream.<br />
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Orlando, Florida is mostly a retirement/tourist area, so there are tons of people. And what does tons of people mean? --It means an intolerable migraine for me, but an enjoyable blog post for you.<br />
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OK first and foremost, make sure if you ever go on a road trip to make sure that the people you go with are tolerable... I went with my parents and my two younger cousins. *sigh* Let's not talk about them, because I might pull out every strand of hair out of my head...and I can't afford Bosley Hair Restoration... So, let me just complain about everyone else besides my family.<br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">1. People who drive slow on the left/fast lane</span>- Why is it that some drivers insist on driving the exact same speed as the car in the right lane? This royally pisses me off because people apparently cannot comprehend this sign:<br />
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During my time spent in Florida the weather can be described as many things, but only one thing comes to mind...hot. Even though it is natural for people to sweat due to the heat, I still believe that people should understand how to keep their hygiene in check...<br />
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Oh, burn... damn society's stereotypes... I can never win, not even in my own fictional blog-story... Let's move on shall we?<br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">4. People who cut in line</span>- Lots of people + few popular attractions = long-ass lines.<br />
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Here's another goody about my pop... Remember how I stated in a previous post that my dad is a "funny guy?" Well, he thinks it's hilarious to memorize where the cameras take your picture during a ride and then the next time he rides it, he flashes "the bird." Thanks to my father, the goofy kid riding on the same train can't spend 10 bucks on a key chain sized pic of him/her with their eyes closed shut. Classy....<br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">5. When people don't walk on </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moving_walkway" style="color: #3366ff;">moving walkways</a>- The key word here is, "walkway."<br />
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So, this was the first of my P/T TA A/F list.... What do you all think? Should I continue on this post?<br />
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Speaking of douche contents..... Let me just fill you in on my latest government instructor. I'm not going to say that I'm a racist, because I'm not. First, let's define the term <span style="font-style: italic;">racism</span>. According to Merriam-Webster's dictionary <span style="font-style: italic;">racism </span>is 1 <b>:</b> a belief that race is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular race 2 <b>:</b> racial prejudice or discrimination. OK definition 1, I do not believe that the Filipino race is superior to a particular race...by far. Number two, this is a little iffy because I believe that every person has a particular prejudice or discrimination toward a certain race. Let's break down some examples:<br />
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1) Inter-racial relationships: There are many combination between races and the most common one's I have seen are these two scenarios: White girl/black guy or Asian girl/ white guy. Notice the genders because if you reverse them, the frequency trend drops tremendously.<br />
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2) Stereotypes: Obviously these still exist because there is a bit of truth in some cases. For instance being a server, I still complain at the site of certain races and individuals... I know, I know this is horrible, but from my experience no matter how great the service, you rarely receive the incentive deserved. Even though, this is usually the case, I can not give anyone bad service on purpose, because I know there are a selected few that deviate from this trend....me being one of them. I know I must not look like the best tipper, so I always keep that in mind.<br />
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With all of this in mind, I just wanted to point out that I believe I understand the meaning of <span style="font-style: italic;">racism</span> and I would like to think I can point out a racist when I see one.<br />
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So, if you haven't guessed already this subject ties in with my government instructor. The most ironic thing is that he consistently speaks of equality and civil rights (and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yada</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">yada</span> I think we all get the gist of the subject) but in actuality, he is the one that does not promote equality by abusing his authority on his students. Take a gander at this e-mail I sent to the dean of students, assistant dean of students, the social science department head, and the government department head:<br />
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<div style="color: silver; margin: 0px;">To whom this may concern:<br />
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</div><div style="color: silver; margin: 0px;">I'm not exactly sure who to contact for information regarding my concerns about a course and an instructor, but I was given these e-mail addresses to contact about my situation. As of right now, I will not disclose any names regarding these incidents because I want to first be fully informed.<br />
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</div><div style="color: silver; margin: 0px;">Currently, I'm enrolled in a course, and I feel like the instructor may be treating students unfairly. For example, in the syllabus it clearly states: "Two (2) absences are the allowed limit (regardless of the reason). Three (3) or more unexcused absences will result in the student being dropped from the course. Late arrivals and early departures require a signature and time on the late/early sheet, on instructor's desk, or will be marked/modified as absent. A late arrival and/or early departure will be rounded to a 1/3, 1/2(,) or full absence." It is to my understanding that yes, attendance is crucial to learning; but according to the syllabus, hypothetically, a student may either be absent for 2 days or be late up to 6 times if rounded to 1/3 of an absence each time "regardless of reason." But in reality, each time a student is absent or late, the instructor emphasizes the problem and now does not allow admittance into the classroom at all if a student is even one minute late. The door is locked, and a sign that says, "Class has begun. Do not enter" is taped to the door. This very act goes against what the syllabus says, and it is unfair to students that are still in compliance to the syllabus. I wanted to know if an instructor can go against their own syllabus and forbid students to enter a classroom.<br />
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</div><div style="color: silver; margin: 0px;">Proper classroom conduct should be common sense, but some people's standards differ. The syllabus states that "no hostile, rude or, otherwise, disrespectful behavior towards instructor or fellow students will be tolerated. A student will be directed to counseling and/or dropped from the class for behavioral infractions." I truly understand these statements, but nowhere does it state that a student will be evicted from class during instruction. To my understanding, the "warning" is to "be directed to counseling." I would hope that this would be in a proper fashion which would not add to distraction in class; but in my opinion, this is not the case. I do not believe that asking another student a question, or jotting down a reminder for assignment for another class during a video can be equivalent to "hostile, rude or, otherwise, disrespectful behavior" and should not lead to being kicked out of the classroom. It seems more appropriate to quietly remind the students to not converse during a video and to put everything away, instead of making a scene by making students pack up their things and leave the classroom. These distractions are worse.<br />
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</div><div style="color: silver; margin: 0px;">Another concern of mine is related to assignments. Assignments are to be of "college level standards," but the instructor has said that work cited pages are not needed because he/she knows where the information comes from and knows whether or not if it is copied or pasted from the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">internet</span>. But when a student wanted to "make sure" if a common work cited page was necessary for a written assignment, the instructor scolded said student and said, "Don't make sure. Just listen." I think it's ironic because much emphasis is gone toward how this is an introductory course and that most of the students are fairly new to the college course level scene, but leniency is rarely given. For the most current assignment, a plot summary on the political issues of a movie was assigned. Students were given a choice between V for Vendetta or Good Night, and Good Luck. Again, a source page was not needed, but this time a receipt for the rental of these movies was required. When asked "What if you have the movie?" or "What if we borrow the movie from a friend?," the only reply was to "Rent it." I know I cannot speak as one voice for the whole class, but it seems unfair to me because I know that not every student has economic means to be forced to rent a video. This very act may seem a little minuscule, but just the principle of being forced to pay for something when it is not necessary seems a bit harsh and somewhat vindictive for no apparent reason. The only reason the students were given for this was that this is a way to ensure a summary was not plagiarized from the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">internet</span> and that it was insurance that the movies were actually watched. For one, I don't see how a rental receipt can verify either act because it just shows that a person rented a film, not that they have watched it. Another thing is that the instructor's very reason for not wanting work cited pages was that he/she already knows where the information is coming from; and if this is true, then this said "insurance" or receipt is not necessary, since it is all knowing.<br />
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</div><div style="color: silver; margin: 0px;">Each student is given academic freedom, and this is also included in the syllabus. It states that "students may not only disagree with each other at times, but the students and instructor may also find that they have disparate views on sensitive and volatile topics." It is true that not every person can think on the exact same wave length; but according to a student's academic freedom, it should be a student's right to have their own personal opinion. If a topic is brought up in class, the instructor fully includes his/her viewpoint. But if a student attempts to oppose the instructor's way of thinking, the instructor is quick to say that the student is not as well-educated as him/her, that what he/she is saying is not "bullshit," and if you do not believe his/her opinion, "you can Google it." And for this very reason, fewer students desire to voice their beliefs in the classroom.<br />
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</div><div style="color: silver; margin: 0px;">These are just a few examples, but the structure of the course does not seem solid and the class environment is anything but pleasant. It's as if students are being forced to walk on egg shells because one does not know what will not please the instructor. I know it is a student's responsibility for their own success for a course, but I also believe that an instructor should be there to help guide a student in the right direction. I bring up these issues because I know that there is some kind of problem in the classroom because I'm a senior at UT, and I've never encountered a problem like this before in my whole college career. I think it is too difficult and almost impossible to learn in a classroom if the student dreads being present. There are many other students who share my same concerns about this course and instructor. We just want to know how much authority can be taken when it comes to our education.<br />
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The funniest part about this is that I sent this before I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">received</span> my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">assignment</span> back and turns out that some of my concerns were valid... I stated,<br />
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"<span style="color: silver;">I don't see how a rental receipt can verify either act because it just shows that a person rented a film, not that they have watched it. Another thing is that the instructor's very reason for not wanting work cited pages was that he/she already knows where the information is coming from; and if this is true, then this said "insurance" or receipt is not necessary, since it is all knowing.</span>"<br />
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My very assignment was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">returned</span> with a docked grade and a written note saying, "Most if not all of this assignment sounds like it came directly from a professional website." <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">WTF</span>? I thought that he knew where everything came from? If he did, he would know that my assignment contents can not be found anywhere on the damn <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">internet</span>. Apparently, I was being punished because my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">writing</span> is <span style="font-style: italic;">too</span> good and professional sounding. This guy makes me sick, but he has inspired me to start a brand new thread on my blog. ****<br />
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***<span style="font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">PEOPLE AND THINGS THAT ARE ANNOYING &/OR FRUSTRATING</span>***<br />
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I will add specific topics to this thread in future posts and we'll see how things pans out....<br />
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</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919671971076561235noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679282814559712945.post-82183869292105474192009-05-20T09:51:00.017-05:002009-09-25T14:25:04.165-05:00Southern Hospitality<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/SjEsR1qaqyI/AAAAAAAAEO0/QsjDqVtRha8/s1600-h/back.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346102917639875362" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/SjEsR1qaqyI/AAAAAAAAEO0/QsjDqVtRha8/s320/back.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 304px;" /></a><br />
Long time no blog, eh kiddies? I do apologize, but I've been busy with finals, vacation, work, and junk. I know, I know they're just excuses, but the plus side is that... I'm back, right?<br />
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Moving onward.... I'm just going to skip the bitching about finals and final projects because I want to put it all behind me. It was a big and complicated ordeal that I want to forget. So, I'll just end that subject with these four words: <span style="font-size: 78%;">(1)</span> final <span style="font-size: 78%;">(2)</span> projects <span style="font-size: 78%;">(3)</span> are <span style="font-size: 78%;">(4)</span> stupid...<br />
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So, most of you already know that Mel and I went on a week vacation to the East coast area. We went to New Jersey, Connecticut, Massachusetts, and of course New York. It was a lot of fun, but it seriously went by way too fast. We got to visit some family and I met up with an old friend, Jonah, and site see. Overall the trip was a success. Surprisingly, my mother did let us have a vacation on our own. It may be the last one...but I guess we'll just have to wait and see.<br />
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Even though, up East is a lot of fun and the weather is fairly cooler than the South, there were some downsides....<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Number 1: Traffic</span>- OK. So I thought I-35 in Austin was unbearable, try waiting in traffic for hours and then every few miles pay a ridiculous toll. Yeah, that will get your blood boiling. Oh, and a word of advice...Don't EVER drive in Boston. It was by far one of the worst transportation experiences in my life. If I could choose between walking 20 miles versus driving 5 in Boston...I'd gladly tie up my Nikes because F that place.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Number 2: Politeness</span>- If you're an avid follower of my blog you have already read my post about etiquette. If not you can take a gander by clicking --> <a href="http://47archive.blogspot.com/2009/03/american-demise-deterioration-of-human.html">here</a>. Anyway, I didn't appreciate Southern hospitality as much as I do now until our East coast trip. So, apparently I was wrong in assuming that workers such as food industry employees should at least acknowledge you when you arrive at an establishment.... I stand corrected. Just one example is when Mel and I went to McDonald's to grab something quick I stood in line to order and when it was my turn, I politely waited to be "called on" to order. Maybe a, "Hi, may I take your order?" or a, "Are you ready?" Nope nothing. So, I just waited in front of the cashier for a good few minutes and she just stared at me while I waited. Once, I realized that I was the one who supposed to initiate conversation, I awkwardly said, "Uh, yeah hello. Could I please get..." I was overly nice in effort to compensate for her inconsideration. Also, something else rude and disgusting happened at this McDonald's. Mel and I were sitting inside just taking a break, and this dude next to us flat out rips out the loudest fart I've ever heard. My only response was to say out loud, "Oh....my.....God..." He apparently had earphones so I guess he assumed what he couldn't hear no one else could either. But, that was certainly not the case. It was disgusting.<br />
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Another thing... How many of you smile at someone when they make eye contact with you? I know I do most of the time, unless I'm utterly surprised by the way they look. Well, don't try that crap up East, they'll just give you a straight up dirty look. I know that these things don't apply to every person who resides in the East coast, but I'm just presenting a trend that I picked up on.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Number 3: </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Stereotypes</span>- Just because you're from Texas doesn't mean that you have a thick Southern-drawl. Mel and I stayed at the <a href="http://www.silverleafresorts.com/resorts/oak-n-spruce">Oak N' Spruce Resort</a> in South Lee, MA. Lee is a small town, probably smaller than Kerrville and with less people, I would say. Anyway, being in a small town they don't have a big supermarket like Wal-Mart or anything. So, we found a small grocery shop called, <a href="http://www.pricechopper.com/">Price Chopper</a>. It kinda reminds me of <a href="http://www.supersfoods.com/">Super-S</a>. Well, my God mother, Alicia wanted us to buy some lottery plays for her in the different states. So, we saw that in Price Chopper they sold Mega Millions and so forth. We got a few quick picks and of course it never fails, my ID is needed to verify I'm over the age of 18. I get carded everywhere... even at the movies when I want to watch a rated R film... Anyway, she saw that we were from Texas and said, "Oh, my God. You're from Texas?!" We of course told her we were and she went on and on about how she would of never guessed because we don't have accents. "Where are your accents? There was this guy that came in the other day from Texas, and I barely could understand what he was saying. Haha you all talk funny." ....Yeah, really funny, uneducated small town girl that probably has 20 babies at home...<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Number 4: <a href="http://www.sixflags.com/newengland/">Six Flags New England</a></span>- OK the park overall was decent and they actually had a really fun ride called the Bizarro. But, get this... There is not ONE water fountain in the whole park? WTF right? OK, I get that they're trying to make as much profit as possible, but come on. You pay close to 50 bucks to get in and you can't even get lukewarm tap water for free? I think that's straight up bullshit.<br />
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OK, enough about the trip. I'll have to post my pics up sometime soon.<br />
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So, I've had my share of weird dreams, but I've recently had one that for sure should make some kind of top list. I can't remember all of the exact details so bear with me. Ok here goes...<br />
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So, in my dream I'm some kind of professional athlete. The setting is a basketball court and everyone has on basketball uniforms and yada yada. But, here's the twist. We're not playing with a basketball. Instead of a ball it's a stick of deodorant and instead of a basket it's a place to apply the deodorant, like a huge armpit or something...I can't really remember. All I know is that it was exactly like playing basketball, everyone was running hard and playing defense. Also, apparently in my dream I was really good at this deodorant/basketball sport and I could do the equivalent to a "dunk" with the deodorant stick..... Haha I know, I know this is way, way, way out there. I woke up and was completely confused. I've only told a few people this story and all got the same response: What the hell?<br />
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So, what do youskies think? Can anyone top this weird dream with your own. I'd like to hear 'bout 'em. Please comment by clicking <a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679282814559712945&postID=8218386929210547419&isPopup=true"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">HERE</span></span></a>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919671971076561235noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679282814559712945.post-52259975819499604042009-05-05T17:25:00.008-05:002009-09-25T14:25:33.290-05:00Venez M'aiderIt's been a while I know... So, let's acquaint ourselves again, shall we?<br />
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For those of you who don't know, Mel and I are having a mini-vacation in the New York/Massachusetts area. And get this... my uber-strict Asian mother is only going to be there for the first few days, and is leaving us with a rent-a-car and cash to do as we please... I smell something fishy because she's never let us do anything in the past... Don't believe me?<br />
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Well, here's a small compilation of what my mother is a hardass about:<br />
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<ol><li>No sleeping over at friends' houses - seems harmless eh? Yeah, well my mother doesn't trust anyone straight off... Actually, there is one exception... If you're Filipino then it's OK. Like there's a whole lot of credible FLIPs around.... I'm the opposite. I put Filipinos last in my trust list...<br />
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<li>No "hanging out" - I always tell her that I'm just "hanging out" and she hates this term... She always wants to know exactly what is happening. And since she's not so fresh off the boat, she understands what it means, but she still manages to change the phrase... She'll say, "I don't like this 'hanging around.' If you're not doing anything then you should just go home."*<span style="font-size: 78%;">This should be read in my mother's Filipino accent, with all of the rolling of the "R's" and her loud voice</span></li>
<li>Don't work when you're in school - This sounds good right? She doesn't want me to work while I'm taking classes so I can focus on studying and junk. So, my first semester or so she gave me a credit card so I didn't have to get a job. Awesome right? OK, here's the problem... She doesn't want me to work...but she doesn't want me to use the credit card she gave me... Confusing to you too? Yeah, my point exactly....</li>
<li>No galavanting - OK so most of you know what kind of person I am. I'm pretty chill and I am not much of a "partier." I consider myself some what responsible. My mother on the other hand must watch a lot of Dateline specials on college life, because she thinks that's what's happening to me. If she hears anything about drinking, drugs, etc she automatically thinks I have some association with it. First off, if I do drink it's maybe one drink. Second, I've never had problems with alcohol or drugs in the past. Third, c'mon. It's me. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I'm pretty goody-goody. Honestly, I think no matter what age I am, my mom will treat me like a child. I can just see when I'm 50 and she'll call me up and still be harassing me about these things...<br />
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</ol>Those of you who have Asian parents should understand. If not... just read or watch Joy Luck Club. It's pretty much the same thing haha. Anyway, we'll see how this trip goes. I won't be surprised if my mom is just messing with us. On the day we drop her off at the airport, I can see her just punking us and say, "Did you really think I was going to let you be here by yourselves? Ha!" We will see...<br />
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I went home this past weekend to make some extra cash for the trip. I some how ended up making around 600 bucks in tips. Unbelievable, eh? Yeah, I must have just been lucky. I'm going back this weekend too to see if I can do it again...doubt it though.<br />
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When I went to church last Sunday I noticed that there was a new priest. He was ok, but he had a bit of an accent and when he would ask everyone a question no one answered because no one understood. It was kinda entertaining. During these semi-long awkward pauses in the church you could probably hear my snickers... haha Don't judge me. At least I always contribute to the collection plate. So, anyway, you know how during the 'Our Father' everyone holds hands? Well, I was sitting between an older woman and Grace. I held Grace's hand and politely raised my other one for the woman to grab....but she never did! She just looked at my hand and raised both of her hands in front of herself like she was blowing a kiss from her chest. Really? I don't know her reasoning, but I'm sure my hands were cleaner than hers. I know for a fact because I've recently been using hand sanitizer like every 15 minutes. I'm not sure if she's going to use Swine flu as a scapegoat, but c'mon it's church. And, to think of it...if she is scared of contamination... Why did she drink out of the communal eucharist cup? Multiple people drink out of the same cup and she probably drank some dirty backwash. I should of pulled this on her:<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">School's almost over!! Hazaa! Only one more week for me and then two finals. "Hanging out" or "galavanting" anyone?<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919671971076561235noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679282814559712945.post-15417734523175392382009-04-20T12:20:00.012-05:002009-09-25T14:25:51.692-05:00Comedy Flops<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Things that people never find funny:</span><br />
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Whenever I'm at Wal-Mart or any grocery store and the cashier repeatedly attempts to scan something and the price never shows up... I always say, "Oh, well I guess it's free. haha."<br />
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The inevitable reaction: <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/Sey0Zgi8p-I/AAAAAAAAEN8/Mj0TgyLFCeA/s1600-h/untitled.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326830809598699490" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/Sey0Zgi8p-I/AAAAAAAAEN8/Mj0TgyLFCeA/s320/untitled.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 275px;" /></a><br />
I don't know why I try that line all of the time... but every time I get a pissed off look and the cold shoulder...<br />
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Whenever I take orders at work (Chili's) I never write anything down... It's probably a better idea to write things down so I have proof of what people order, but it's a habit for me now to keep things in my head. Maybe I should just carry around a voice recorder so I can prove the stupid bitch at table whatever that he/she did in fact order the chicken fajitas and not quesadillas... Bitterness aside, my tables take my mental memorization either by praising me or doubting me. Actually, I think 100% doubt that I will get it right.... Anyway, after a table gives me their order, occasionally they'll say, "Oh, wow. You're going to remember all of that?" And I always reply, "Haha I guess you're going to find out, huh?"<br />
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Their reaction: Instant smile to stern frown...<br />
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I don't know why I always try to make my tables laugh, but most of the time my customers never want to listen to my "jokes." But, they always like to crack their own lame jokes and I have to do one of those fake laughs, but if I crack one back, it's never seems to be as amusing in their opinion.<br />
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Other observations that are usually not funny (in most people's eyes):<br />
<ul><li>Making fun of someone's baldness</li>
<li>When someone volunteers to sing e.g. like karaoke and is seriously bad...with no laughs</li>
<li>Saying that an Asian eats dog*...</li>
</ul>*I have a story about this... I'm sure it will pop up in a later post...<br />
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Well, if you read my post last week you already know about my parking violation.... If you didn't get a chance to read last week's post let me just say that I parked on the curb near a stop sign. This area used to be a 15 minute standing zone, but now the sign is taken down and people always park there....and the one time I do, I get a stupid ticket. Well, turns out you have to be 30 feet away from a stop or yield sign. But, I decided to appeal the violation since there was not a sign like this in sight:<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/Se0xCU8YWRI/AAAAAAAAEOM/XX1aH_6YWpE/s1600-h/600px-Noparking.svg.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326967850300627218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/Se0xCU8YWRI/AAAAAAAAEOM/XX1aH_6YWpE/s320/600px-Noparking.svg.png" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a>I went to the city of Austin's Municipal court today right after softball. I went through the metal detectors and told the lady at the information desk that I was there to appeal a parking violation and she told me two people were in front of me and gave me a number to wait for the hearing officer. Well, I waited about an hour before my number was called, but I didn't mind that much because a really good looking guy sat next to me...but he had a wedding band...damn.<br />
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Anyway, I walked in the hearing room and he swore me in and blah, blah, blah. And, he let me present my claim and evidence to support my appeal. I went on how there was no "no parking" sign and that it used to be a standing zone and all that jazz and he listened for a good, I don't know... 3 minutes and said, "I understand where you're coming from, but I'm going to have to hold you liable for the violation." I looked at him with an "Are you kidding?" look and he then asked me, "Were you born and raised in Texas?"<br />
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I was caught off guard by the question, but I answered, "Uh, yeah I've lived here most of my life, but I was born in New York."<br />
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Hearing officer while taking out a Texas driving manual... : "Well, if you received your Texas license you should know the 30 foot Stop/yield sign law."<br />
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Me with another "You've got to be kidding me" look: "Um, ok."<br />
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He flipped through the handbook for a good ten minutes looking for the the parking laws and couldn't find it. He then switched to his computer looking through his online violation database, but he still failed to find anything. So, I'm just waiting patiently for him to find something and he says, "Wow, this is embarrassing. I guess I'm just as guilty as the next. Actually, I didn't know about this law until I took this position as a hearing officer."<br />
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Now, I'm super pissed about the comment, thinking if this dude doesn't even know, how is anyone else supposed to know this crap? I say, "If this isn't common knowledge, why aren't there signs or markers indicating where a person can park?"<br />
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He answered, "Well, like I said... A person should know these things through the Texas driving handbook."<br />
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Me: "Right..."<br />
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He went looking for the various parking violation rules again on the computer, and then finally photocopied a sheet that was scotch taped to his wall. What a douche bag.... I should of figured he was a douche from the start because it was close to 90 degrees outside today, and he was wearing a turtle-neck sweater.... After he printed out a copy of these rules he circled all the one's he thought were not common knowledge with a red pen. He said, "I don't agree with these rules, but I have to enforce them."<br />
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I seriously almost stood up and strangled his high-collared covered neck.... *Sigh* Again, "the man" wins...<br />
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What do you guys consider not to be funny? I'm curious to know your opinions. Please include them by clicking <a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679282814559712945&postID=1541773452317539238&isPopup=true"><span style="color: red; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">HERE</span></a>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919671971076561235noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679282814559712945.post-53806585218053212062009-04-15T16:18:00.009-05:002009-09-25T14:26:38.984-05:00Where's Summer B?<div style="text-align: center;">*Sigh* Is anyone else sick and tired of school right now? It blows... <br />
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Anyway, so if anyone has read my earlier blog posts you might remember the incident where I had a toe injury... if you don't have any recollection of this or if you don't have any knowledge of the subject you can get a recap <a href="http://47archive.blogspot.com/2009/01/plot-agaist-whiteshoes.html">here</a>. Well, turns out I lost the toenail completely. Yeah, it has looked gross for some time now, but now it's gone. Speaking of the word, "gross" I've been hearing it a lot lately. Anytime someone looks at my left leg I get one of these reactions:<br />
<ul><li>Oh, my God!! That looks disgusting<br />
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<li><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Eww</span>... what happened?</li>
<li>Oh, shit. That looks like it hurts</li>
</ul>(I would insert a picture here) but I thought I would spare you from cringing. I would say it looks like if <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0085382/"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Cujo</span> </a>attacked and ate <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McDonaldland">Grimace</a> and then threw up on my leg....<br />
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So, you might be wondering, why does my leg look like vomit from an <a href="http://www.mcflorida.com/images/library/Ronald%20and%20Characters/grimace.gif">oddly purple colored chicken nugget</a>...? Well, turns out that last week during a game in my softball class there were two outs and so that means to run on anything. The person up to bat hit the ball, so I ran home and the catcher was blocking the whole plate by standing right in front of it. What he should of done was move his body out of the way and only have his glove with the ball in the running lane....but no. So, my only option was to slide in. I slid feet first and I caught the bottom of the catcher's legs and probably took out his ankles, but after I did this I guess he lost his balance and then stepped on my leg. And by the way he was wearing baseball cleats and he's not the most fit guy, if you know what I mean... I have to admit that at the time it hurt so bad that it took me a while to get up from the dirt, but I still continued to play. It didn't even occur to me that the catcher got hurt, since he was the one that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cleated</span> my leg... The game continued and I noticed that the catcher was sitting in the bleachers with a large bag of ice on his leg. Surprised, I asked if he was alright and he said, "yeah I think I'll be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ok</span>." The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">douchebag</span> didn't even ask how I was.... all he said was, "I shouldn't have blocked the base." He must have taken the words out of my thoughts, but I didn't say anything. The only upside was that we actually won that game, so after I limped back to campus. When we had class again Monday while I was stretching the catcher (Greg) was sat next to me and this was the gist of our conversation:<br />
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Me: "Hey, Greg. How was your Easter?"<br />
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Greg: "Good, good. Yours?<br />
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Me: "Yeah, pretty good. So, did you see my battle scar? (referring to my bruised leg)<br />
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Greg: "Yeah, I have one too." He looked at his leg searching for a bruise to show me, but I saw nothing... "Well, it was bad, but I guess it's gone now."<br />
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Me: "Uh, huh..."<br />
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Greg got up and started to warm-up before the game started. Rose, another girl in my class saw my bruise and was of course disgusted by the looks of it. I told her it was from sliding into Greg and she said,<br />
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Rose: "Oh, my gosh. Yeah, I remember you took him out. I didn't understand that though because you were the one that got hurt."<br />
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Me: "Yeah, I know."<br />
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Rose: "Well, I saw it happen and then afterwards he seriously looked like he was about to cry."<br />
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Me: "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Haha</span> really?"<br />
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Rose: "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Haha</span> yeah. What a baby."<br />
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I didn't know that he was on the verge of crying, but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">c'mon</span>.... Just like <a href="http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0011247/">Jimmy <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Dugan</span></a> says, "There's no crying in baseball."<br />
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On a completely different subject.... I just got a freaking parking ticket. Let me just say that it's bullshit. I had the understanding that you could park anywhere on a curb where it doesn't say "NO PARKING ANY TIME," or in a red zone. There's a spot on campus that used to be a 15 minute customer service zone, but now that sign was taken down and so a lot of people park there. That spot is usually always taken, but today it was vacated. So, hooray a parking spot!! But, no... I got a freaking ticket. Lame...<br />
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Sorry for the filler, but nothing too exciting to report. Add some jibber jabber to my comment page <a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679282814559712945&postID=5380658521805321206&isPopup=true"><span style="font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">HERE</span></a>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919671971076561235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679282814559712945.post-22025546688219871842009-04-07T12:16:00.017-05:002009-09-25T14:26:59.852-05:00Silence is Golden...Sometimes<div style="text-align: center;">This week = <span style="font-size: 180%;">SUCKAGE</span><br />
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NCAA Men's Final Four/Championship --> sucked<br />
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All of my picks played like crap and were eliminated...lame<br />
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Intramural softball co-ed team --> is sucking<br />
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Aside from one dude that hit a grand slam, this girl from my softball team, and myself... the team that drafted me is beyond belief bad. *sigh*<br />
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My team that I hand picked for my basketball class --> will suck<br />
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Once again I pretty much didn't get to pick any guys over 6'... The team as a whole is moderately tall, but no specific "big guy." Today we played for kicks to get used to each other... ended up with a record of 0 - 3. Bleh I don't want to get used to losing...<br />
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School --> always sucks<br />
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So, last week was pretty brutal with 5 exams, but next week I have to finish writing a 10 page paper, 15 page paper, and prepare for a 20 -25 minute presentation. I seriously thought of skipping the rest of my classes for the semester and just show up for finals.<br />
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On a lighter note... It's Filipino Birthday month!!!<br />
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Grace: 4-18<br />
Andrea: 4-19<br />
Praul: 4-20<br />
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Let's get together and drink our worries away, shall we?<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">So, this week I thought that my blog post was just going to be a filler because nothing exciting was happening. But... today my friends you're in luck.<br />
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Before my Japanese class I ran into Praul in the library downstairs. He was frantically cramming for an exam, for one of his computer science classes I think. Well, anyway I finished up my Japanese homework and wished him luck before I headed to class. Japanese was the sameo, just boring dialogues, activities and a pop quiz. After class, I called Paul to see how his exam went and got his voice mail. So, I just hung up and went back down to the library to do s'more work before my next class started. Right when I sat down Praul was calling me back. So, I answered and was whispering* because I didn't want to bother the people around me too much. <span style="font-size: 78%;">*Keep in mind that the library level I was in was not a "quiet study" area, but I still try to be a little courteous to others near me</span> Anyway, Praul was telling me about his exam and stuff and while I was sitting there, a girl from an adjacent table came up to me. This is how my semi-3-way-conversation went: *<span style="color: #3366ff;">On the phone = blue</span> / *<span style="color: #993399;">in person = purple</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">Praul: "Yeah, I didn't get to finish my exam. I messed up on the first question and I was working on that one trying to fix it for like 20 minutes."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">Me: "Oh, really? That sucks."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #993399;">Some bitch: "Um, are you going to get off the phone soon?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">Paul: "Yeah, I'm going to talk to my professor about it."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #993399;">Me: "What?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #993399;">Some bitch: "I said are you going to get off the phone? Because this is a library*." *she said this while putting her hands up in the air making it obvious that it was indeed a library</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">Paul: "Herro?</span><span style="color: #3366ff;">"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">Me: Hang on."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #993399;">Me *while giving her an ugly 'I can't believe you just said that to me look': "Uh, yeah I know. But, you know what? This isn't even a 'quiet' area."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #993399;">Some bitch: "Oh, really?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #993399;">Me: "Yeah, really."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #993399;">Some bitch: "Well, I guess carrying on then."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #993399;">Me: "Yeah, I was planning on it."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">Paul: "Herro?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">Me: "OK, sorry. What were you saying?"</span><br />
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-----Then Paul finished telling me about his exam and how he wants to play ABBA SingStar soon and I hang up the phone. Our conversation maybe lasted 1 or 2 minutes I would say.<br />
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After that, I pulled out some papers to work on and was writing and then 'some bitch' slowly walks up to me and drops a small piece of paper on top of my work and sits back down. Here's what it was:<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/Sdzb6oQyV8I/AAAAAAAAEMk/XgMw68CvCS4/s1600-h/DSC02317.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322370659931805634" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/Sdzb6oQyV8I/AAAAAAAAEMk/XgMw68CvCS4/s320/DSC02317.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 184px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>She looked at me and I just grabbed the paper read it and said to her, "Yeah, don't worry about it." And then I nonchalantly continued my work. She must have gotten so embarrassed because she went back to her table, was working on something for maybe 5 minutes and got up and left. Haha Priceless...<br />
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I swear, I think people who have the nerve to go up to someone who is obviously trying to be quiet to tell them to be quiet... just like the sound of their own voices. I don't know about youse guys, but it takes a lot for me to confront someone and ask them to do or not do something.<br />
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Exempli gratia:<br />
<ul><li>At the movies when someone repeatedly kicks the back of my seat... I just turn and look behind me trying to give that person a hint that the kicking is bothering me.</li>
<li>If a server forgets something or if my order is wrong... I am disappointed, but most likely I won't complain.</li>
<li>When a person in line in front of me, like at Wal-Mart or something and is being really slow or is paying with like 10,000 pennies... I just stand behind them with my arms crossed and exhale loudly to express how irritated I am.</li>
<li>When a person is being excessively loud and inconsiderate... I wait and endure the noise for at least 30 minutes to an hour until I can't handle it anymore and then I politely ask them to maybe keep it down a little</li>
<li>While someone is talking and a little saliva comes out and lands on my face.... They know and I know that they spit on me, but they don't say anything... My eyes probably widen a little and when they turn their head I quickly wipe it off my face.</li>
</ul>Those are just a few. There was one instance where I deviated from my usual biting of the tongue behind someone who is holding up the line... A couple of years back around Christmas time, I was at a small shopping place called, Schreiner's in Kerrville with my friend, Katy Jo. Well, anyway, we were waiting to checkout and the lady in front of us recognized the cashier and they started talking about how their families and the holidays and blah, blah, blah. A good 5 minutes roll by and the line has grown to about 10+ people and these women are still shooting the shit. I finally UNintentionally say, "Shit! Just check her out." and Katy Jo says, "I know, right?" The two women stop and turn to look at us. I just look at them with a horrified look and say, "Oh, my gosh... I just said that out loud..." Then, another cashier opened and we bought our stuff and left in a hurry. Oh, the joy of Christmas spirit. I received a lump of coal that year, mind you.<br />
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</div></div></div></div>Well, that's it for now. I have to grab my cleats and head to softball class. Click --> <a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679282814559712945&postID=2202554668821987184&isPopup=true"><span style="color: red; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">THIS</span></a> <--- All the cool kids are doing it.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919671971076561235noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679282814559712945.post-89732973463677256182009-03-31T21:56:00.011-05:002009-09-25T14:27:48.832-05:00The American Demise* - The Deterioration of Human Propriety<span style="font-size: 78%;">*sounds like a band hehe</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">OK my little galleons let me give you the stitch on what I like to call COMMON KNOWLEDGE. But, it turns out that being courteous is a learned and acquired characteristic. I just always thought that being polite never hurt anyone…<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p></o:p><span style="font-size: 130%;">Etiquette 101</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Abandon or Trash?</span><br />
</div>One thing that always astonishes me is when eating out at a fast-food/self-serve restaurant, after people finish their meal... they freaking leave their leftovers/trash on the table. OK... WTF? Do people not know what that container labeled with the word, "TRASH" is for? What I don't understand is that the majority of people do it. I mean was there some kind of memo I missed that read to leave my trash behind for someone to clean? I understand when you're being served, that you're supposed to leave your plates, napkins, etc for the server to clean, but at a place like...McDonald's for example... You're supposed to clean up after yourself, right? I just don't see any logic in the concept of this sequence:<br />
<ol><li>Line up and order <span style="font-weight: bold;">your own</span> food</li>
<li>dispense <span style="font-weight: bold;">your own </span>beverage and refills</li>
<li>retrieve <span style="font-weight: bold;">your own</span> condiments, utensils, napkins, etc</li>
<li>eat your meal at <span style="font-weight: bold;">your own</span> pace</li>
<li>if any additional items are needed, you <span style="font-weight: bold;">get them yourself</span></li>
<li>after you're all finished... just get up and <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">leave your mess behind for someone else to clean up</span></li>
<li>and then... <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">not tip </span><br />
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Someone please tell me... Is my thinking incorrect or is everyone ill advised?<br />
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</div><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't Just Hold the Phone<br />
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Another thing that I ALWAYS do is before opening a door I make sure no one is coming out or coming in behind me. If there is a person coming or going I follow these situations:<br />
<ol><li>I always hold open the door and let the person leaving, exit first</li>
<li>Open the door and go through and make sure the door is still open for the person behind me</li>
<li>Or an exception of course is if the person behind me is an elder or is somewhat physically challenged, I open the door and let them through first and then follow behind.</li>
</ol>The downside of all this is sometimes people insist that I go first and we have a mini "politeness" battle or I end up opening the door and then am stuck holding open the door for twenty people, but either way at least I know I did my part.<br />
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On a rare occasion where a door is opened for me... I am adamant to make sure that I thank the person for doing so. Surprisingly enough, I don't get much gracious feedback when I open doors for people. You would think I would be banking on the "good karma," but it turns out it's the exact opposite. Here's another classic I have in my repertoire:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">~</span></span><span style="font-size: 85%;"> This story is dedicated to my friend, Erin-Chan, who can "robot" out of any situation... ~</span><br />
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So, thinking of holding open doors... One instance that comes to mind is holding an elevator. OK I'll admit that elevators are kinda tricky. If I see someone coming I stick my hand between the doors and try to keep it open as long as I can before it looks like the doors are about to smash my fingers....most of the time the elevator sensors suck. Or, of course, if I have enough time to decipher the hieroglyphic buttons of what means open or close... I'll hold down the corresponding button.<br />
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I try my best to hold the elevator, but my efforts aren't always successful. So, aside from my lengthy "fluff" of an introduction.... A few years back, I was running toward a closing elevator with my hands full of textbooks, trying to beat the slow shutting doors... and I make eye-contact with the guy in the elevator and he immediately starts pressing a button repeatedly. As I'm somewhat sprinting to the elevator I'm thanking the guy for trying to hold the elevator. Miraculously, I make it and slip through the small crack to get inside. Catching my breath, I open my mouth to thank him again and then... I notice that he was pressing the CLOSE BUTTON the whole time!! I rearranged the books in my hand, scoffed, and then gave him a look that read, "Uh, huh... You didn't think I was going to make it did you?" I bet that was the longest elevator ride of two floors that guy has ever ridden on... *sigh* Tisk Tisk... some people... On a somewhat different elevator topic... Why is it that every time I'm waiting for the elevator and I've already pressed the button to call the elevator and it's obviously lit... a person comes up waits a second for the elevator beside me and then goes over and represses the lit button? Are people really making sure if I did it correctly? I mean c'mon... I may look like I don't speak English all that well, but I think I can figure out what's up and down...<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A few quick one-liners...</span><br />
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<ul><li>Is it really that much more effort to flush after business?</li>
<li>Do guys not give up their seats for ladies anymore?</li>
<li>Why are most people the rudest to "customer service" employees? i.e. servers, cashiers, greeters, etc...</li>
<li>Do dropping trays or plates really deserve an ovation?<br />
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<li>When returning something... why does the person always ask for a reason?</li>
</ul><span style="font-weight: bold;">*REMINDER*</span><br />
There can never be too many "please(s)" and "thank you(s)" in this world.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">FIN<br />
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OK, here's a little confession... I didn't pay to watch any of those movies. I know, I know, I'm horrible. But, there is a plus side. This could be termed as "stealing," but think of this: the movie theater is not losing on "physical supply," but rather on "profit opportunity." Does this make any sense? Well, let me put it in other terms. So, let's say hypothetically I'm at a place with a self-serve drinking fountain... let's just say um, Wendy's. So, I order my food and a "water." And instead of dispensing "water" in my obviously clear "water cup" I quickly fill up my cup with a different clear liquid, known as Sprite. So, in this case I got "soda" for free, but Wendy's is not only losing "profit" because I didn't buy a drink, but they are losing "supply" because I got soda instead of water. In the "movie hopping" case, the theater is not losing any "supply" because the actual movie would be playing whether or not I was watching it, but it does lose "profit" because I didn't buy a ticket for said movie... OK that's probably your fill of basic economics for today...<br />
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**Random Subject Change Warning aka apple pie...**<br />
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So if any of you read Meranie's <a href="http://iaustinienne.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-little-bit-of-this-and-little-bit.html#comment-form">Tolstoy of a blog</a>, you already know that she stepped on my glasses leaving me "far blind." I went to class today squinting the whole time... thanks Mel... Anyway, at least now I get some new (eye) frames. I was thinking of getting the typical thick black artsy fartsy frames... but I'm not sure yet. Maybe something like this:<br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/SdFws_MDhFI/AAAAAAAAELQ/N59D-UnLee4/s1600-h/display-glasses.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319156553079817298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/SdFws_MDhFI/AAAAAAAAELQ/N59D-UnLee4/s320/display-glasses.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 302px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>Hopefully these frames will still be in stock when I bring 'em my prescription...<br />
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I know that many of you haven't been keeping up with March Madness like I have, but none the less I want to know who your picks are within the Final Four.<br />
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Personally, for the finals I'm going for all-time fav UConn and the underdog Villanova. What are youse guys thinking?<br />
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*Food for Thought* <span style="font-size: 78%;">*pun definitely intended...</span><br />
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I was eating by myself the other day and I wasn't particularly looking for anything, but I did notice a small trend to how some people eat. Sitting, eating, and watching I saw multiple people take their first bite of their food and then instinctively nod their heads. OK um... what the hell is everyone "agreeing" to? I don't think you have to say, "yes" to your lunch. I even think I heard a few, "uh, huh(s)." Next time you're out to lunch/dinner... look around... it's weird.<br />
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Well, I'm off to fill my head with more shit... I'm finished with my gross week at 11am THIS THURSDAY. Join me for a drink or twelve...?<br />
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Too bad that can't be a major because shit I'd graduate with honors without breaking a sweat. OK enough with this self-pity rant...<br /><br />So, has anyone watched anything good lately? All I did over the break was watch March Madness and movies. If anyone else keeps up with basketball or wants to pretend to, you should come over for the final four...even though UT sucked and lost already. These are the most recent movies I've seen:<ul><li>Slumdog Millionaire</li></ul> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/Sch02E8lhQI/AAAAAAAAEIc/NxlyQ3SUbuc/s1600-h/slumdog_millionaire.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/Sch02E8lhQI/AAAAAAAAEIc/NxlyQ3SUbuc/s320/slumdog_millionaire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316627832500487426" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/Schi5S6qHDI/AAAAAAAAEH0/EwDtoVCcNak/s1600-h/slumdog_millionaire.jpg"></a><ul><li>The Last House on the Left</li></ul><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/Sch1Jn62foI/AAAAAAAAEIk/DmLHpSrN5gk/s1600-h/poster_last_house_on_the_left2009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/Sch1Jn62foI/AAAAAAAAEIk/DmLHpSrN5gk/s320/poster_last_house_on_the_left2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316628168305966722" border="0" /></a><ul><li>I Love You, Man</li></ul><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/Sch1PocSBVI/AAAAAAAAEIs/nkuIIlB2TNg/s1600-h/i_love_you_man.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/Sch1PocSBVI/AAAAAAAAEIs/nkuIIlB2TNg/s320/i_love_you_man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316628271525397842" border="0" /></a>I'm going to pull a mini-Ebert and Roper time with these three movies, respectively.<br /><ul><li>I thought it was a pretty good movie...though disagree with the Academy that it was the "Best Picture of 2008" I give it a thumbs up, but no Oscar.</li></ul><ul><li>Not much more to expect from a blockbuster suspense thriller. It was entertaining and creepy, but for sure no nominations for acting anytime soon. I'll say it ranged from a mediocre to OK movie... I'll maybe watch it up to 3x in my life, but probably never after that. I recently watched the original, which was not as enjoyable to watch since it's a cheesy late 1970s film. Even though the effects and wardrobe were dated the movie was a lot more disturbing. Some of the stuff made me shudder.</li></ul><ul><li>Comedies are always great. I heart Paul Rudd, but didn't fall in love with his character in this one. Funny movie, but disappointed that there weren't enough quotable quotes to my standards.</li></ul>******<br /><br />So, now time for some nostalgia...<br /><br />*So, if you've heard of my dad's "Apple Pie" story please skip the excerpt in red because you've already heard the story. If it's your first time to catch wind of it please continue to read.<br /><br />Those of you who have had the pleasure of meeting my dad...You already have the knowledge that he's a pretty easy-going and likable guy. You should also know that he's hard to understand sometimes and is not the best listener. When you put all of these components together you get... irritated. Well, in my case I always do. Anyway, here's one situation that's so my dad:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> A while back, my dad went out to grab some dinner. Whenever my dad picks dinner it's never a surprise, it's always fried chicken. Well, anyway he went off to Church's Chicken to get his fix, but while he was out an elder lady, Sue Dyke, who he helps once in a while called him on the house phone. I answered and told her that he just went out and that I'd tell him that she had called. Technology has advanced us so far, but it's only as good as the person using it... So, I called my dad on his cell to remind him of things to get before returning and to tell him the message about Sue. Our conversation went something like this:</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Me: "Oh, hey dad don't forget to grab some napkins because we're out at the house."</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Dad: "Oh, okay."</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Me: "Oh and some paper plates and utensils too because I don't want to do any dishes later."</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Dad: "Okay. Okay."</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Me: "Oh, yeah before I forget. Sue Dyke called you earlier."</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Dad: "What?"</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Me: "Sue Dyke called."</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Dad: "What?"</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Me (slower and starting to get irritated...): "S u e D y k e c a l l e d."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Dad: "What? You want corn?"</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Me (probably yelling at this point) : "What?! Corn? No. I said Sue Dyke called."</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Dad: "What?"</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Me: "Uh! Nevermind I'll just tell you when you come back."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Dad: "Oh, okay. Well, I'll see you at home."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Me: "Okay." *click<br /><br /> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">***Later at home***</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Dad: "Here's the napkins...the plates... and sporks." </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Me: "OK, great. I'm starving."</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Dad: "Oh, and here's your apple pie."</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Me: "What? What apple pie?"</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Dad: "Isn't that why you called me? To say you wanted apple pie?"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Me: "Um, no. I was trying to tell you that Sue Dyke called."</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Dad: "Oh... I couldn't understand you."</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Me: "Huh? 'Sue Dyke called' and 'I want apple pie' sound nothing alike..."</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Dad: "Well, you confused me because you were talking about napkins and plates or whatever."</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Me: "What? So, I have to tell you when I change subjects while talking?"</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Dad: "Whatever, let's eat."</span><br /><br />So, now anytime my dad asks me, "What?" or "Huh?" I just reply with "apple pie" and he instantly gets mad. Now, it's pretty funny because he just says, "Aye yi yi." hehe Anyway, for my Japanese class we had to write a composition about a personal experience so I chose this one. There are some things that I don't really know how to say in Japanese so I changed it a little, but it's pretty much the same story. Here's the twister... I think the story is even funnier in the English from Japanese translation. Keep in mind that it's a straight up direct translation from a free translation site and that it's not 100%. I'm attaching the <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">original composition in Japanese</span> along with <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">my own translation</span> and then followed by the <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">direct free translation</span>. Enjoy!<br /><p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="" lang="JA">みんなの話では私の父はおかしいそうです。でも私はそれが本当でないと思います。私の父はおかしい人ではありませんが、おかしい事をします。父はえい語が分かりますが、聞き取りが下手です。</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="" lang="JA"> すう年前に、私の父は、夕ごはんを手に入れに行きました。今、私はレストランの名前を知ることができません。私は父がフライドチキンを買っていたのをおぼえています。父がフライドチキンを買っていた間、スー・ダイクというかれのボスから電話が来ました。私はかれに知らせるために父に電話をしました。「スー・ダイクさんから電話が来ました。」と私は父に言いました。でも、かれは私が何を言っていのか分かりませんでした。それで、「スー・ダイクから電話が来ました。」と、私はもう一度かれにゆっくり言いました。でも父は私が何を言っていたかまだ分りませんでした。それで父は「何と言ったんですか。フライドポテトがほしかったと言いましたか」と私に言いました。「ちがいます。私はフライドポテトにかんして何も言いませんでした。家に帰ってきたらあなたに言うつもりです。」と、私は言いました。父は「それはいいかんがえですね。じゃあまた家で。」そして、私は電話を切りました。</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 10.5pt; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="" lang="JA">しばらくして、父はフライドチキンとともに帰りました。私の家族は食べ始めました、そして、つぎに、「ここに、あなたのアップルパイがあります。」と、父は私に言いました。「アップルパイがほしいと言いませんでしたよ。私はスー・ダイクさんから電話が来たと言いました。」と、私は父に言いました。父が「本当ですか。私は電話で分かりませんでした。私はあなたがアップルパイがほしいと言ったと思いました。」と言いました。私の父が聞き取らなかったので、それで、私はイライラしているようになりました。</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 10.5pt;"><span style="font-size:130%;">My translation:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style=""><o:p> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">According to everyone, my father is funny. I don't believe this. He's not funny he just does funny things. Even though my dad understands English, he is horrible at listening.</span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style=""><o:p></o:p></span> A few years back my father went out to get dinner. I don't remember the name of the restaurant, but I do remember he bought fried chicken. His boss, Sue Dyke called when he went out to buy fried chicken. I called him to tell him. I told him, "Sue Dyke called," but he did not understand what I said. So, I said again slowly, "Sue Dyke called." But, he still didn't understand. Dad said, "What did you say? You want French fries?" I said, "No, I didn't say anything about French fries. I'll just tell you when you come home." He said, "Good idea. I'll see you at home." and then I hung up the phone.<br /></p><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> Then dad came home with the fried chicken. The family started to eat and then my dad said, "Here's your apple pie." I told him, "I didn't say I wanted apple pie. I said Sue Dyke called." Dad said, "Oh, really? I didn't understand you on the phone. I thought you said you wanted apple pie." And because my father doesn't listen, I become irritated. </span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> Direct translation courtesy of Excite Japanese Translator:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> My father seems to be amusing in everyone's story. However, </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">I do not think that it is true. My father does an amusing thing though he is not an amusing person. Catching is unskilled though father English is understood. </span></span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> <br /><br />My father had gone to obtain rice in the evening before year breathed in. I do not learn the name of the restaurant now. I remember father buying a fried chicken. His Sue Dyke boss called while father was buying a fried chicken. To inform him of it, I called father. I said to father, "Sue Dyke called". However, he has not understood what I say. And, I slowly said to him again, "Sue Dyke called". However, father has not understood what I said yet. And, father :. 「What did you say?Did you say that it had wanted french fries?」It said to me solving. 「It is different. I concerned french fries and did not say anything. I will say to you when arriving back at home. 」I said. Father「It is a good idea. Then, at home again. 」And, I hung up the telephone. </span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> </span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> <br /><br />After a while, father returned with a fried chicken. My family began to be eaten, and, next, said by father to me, "Your apple pie is here". 「It was not said that it would want the apple pie. I said that Sue Dyke had called. 」I said to father. Father「Is it true?I have not understood by telephone. I thought that you had said that you would want the apple pie. 」It said. Then, because my father had not caught it, I came to get irritated.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/SchzQ0fxbxI/AAAAAAAAEIU/hwHTklwAKZQ/s1600-h/lurker.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/SchzQ0fxbxI/AAAAAAAAEIU/hwHTklwAKZQ/s400/lurker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316626092917878546" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">C</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">O</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">M</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">M</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">E</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">N</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">T</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">! ! !</span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919671971076561235noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679282814559712945.post-11526734134938224392009-03-09T19:45:00.010-05:002009-03-10T15:33:18.519-05:00Service With a SmileThis weekend I went back home to Kerrville to work at my favorite place, Chili's. Believe it or not it's gotten even lamer... There are all these new rules called "non-negotiables." Here are a few I remember just before I drowned out the voice of the manager:<br /><br /><ol><li>ALWAYS say, "Welcome to Chili's" and introduce yourself to a guest even when you answer the phone</li><li>ALWAYS make eye-contact with the guests<br /></li><li>ALWAYS put down a knife and a fork for ALL guests when greeting a table<br /></li><li>ALWAYS suggest the feature of the day and one alcoholic drink and one non-alcoholic drink.</li><li>ALWAYS thank the guest after the meal and invite them to return to the restaurant.</li></ol>So everyone knows that I'm probably not going to do all these things, but I still get my work done. I'm going to assume that this following situation would be ideal for Chili's. And it goes something like this:<br /><br />ME: (While putting the silverware and napkin on the table and making eye contact with the guest) "Welcome to Chili's my name is Andrea and I'm going to be taking care of you today/night. Can I start you off with an ice-cold, hand-shaken Presidente margarita or can I cool you off with a refreshing strawberry lemonade?"<br /><br />Guest: "You know what? That does sounds delicious. I'll have one of those Presidente margaritas and all of my kids will take some strawberry lemonades.<br /><br />ME: "Oh, right away sir/mam. I'll be right back with your Presidente and strawberry lemonades. How about an order of Southwestern eggrolls to go along with your drinks?"<br /><br />Guest: "Thank you. I was just thinking how I LOVE those. Go ahead and put those in."<br /><br />ME: "Not a problem sir/mam. Let me get those drinks prepared for you."<br /><br />Then throughout their meal the guests are polite, courteous, and appreciative of the server the whole time and after the meal they tip you at least 25%. And then on their way out...<br /><br />ME: "Thank you so much again for coming in. I hope to see you again soon. Have a good day/evening."<br /><br />Guest: "Oh, no thank you so much. You have a good evening as well."<br /><br />******<br />OK as difficult as it was for me not to vomit while typing that... I'm just going to say if I ever heard this dialogue I would think both the server and the guest are on crack...or they were actors on a server orientation video. Here is how it usually goes when I force myself to attempt doing that kind of crap.<br /><br />ME: "Welcome to Chili's my name is Andrea and I'm going to be taking care of you today/night. Can I start you off with an ice-cold...<br /><br />Guest: I want a water.<br /><br />ME: Um, OK. Would you like to start off with some Southwes---<br /><br />Guest: --- No, I just want my water.<br /><br />ME: I'll be right back with that sir/mam.<br /><br />Then I come back with the drinks and they tell me what they want and I put it their order. While they're waiting for their food I keep refilling their drinks and if heaven forbid it's close to halfway empty they are waving me down yelling, "ANDREA!!!" or "HEY, WAITRESS!" while raising their glass and pointing at it from across the restaurant. Then, they complain about their meal and expect to get it for free and when the do get it for free, will leave your maybe 2 dollars or nothing. Then on their way out:<br /><br />ME: Thank you come again. Have a good evening.<br /><br />Guest: (Just walks by you and ignores you)<br /><br />The reality of service kinda sucks and that's why I hate my job so much sometimes... Anyway, here's my kind of ideal situation with keeping the "non-negotiables" intact.. I'll put the "non-negotiables" in red so you can verify that I'm abiding them.<br /><br />ME: (While <span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">giving the guests the "stink eye"</span> and <span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">putting down napkins and forks and</span> handing <span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">a knife</span> to the baby to play with) "<span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">Welcome to Chili's</span> you fuckers <span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">my name is Andrea</span> and I'll be your bitch for the evening. You want a <span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">shot of whiskey</span>?... because from the looks of your ugly face, you probably need it. Or do you want a <span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">mango tea</span>? If you order that I'm not going to refill it because they're a bitch to make when I'm busy. Oh, yeah...you want to start with some <span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">spinach dip</span> or something?<br /><br />Guest: (Says nothing, puts a 10 or 20 dollar bill on the table, and just leaves)<br /><br />ME: (While pocketing the money) "<span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">T</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">hank you so much. Have a good evening, come see us again</span>."<br /><br />*****<br /><br />Voila!! If only I could do this to people and not serve them and still make money.... *sigh* I guess my dream will never come true...<br /><br />*****<br /><br />OK enough about work. Here's a little funny... Today in softball I almost died of laughter because there was a line drive grounder hit in the infield and both the pitcher and the shortstop went to make the play and somehow the ball went through the pitchers legs and the shortstop tried to make the play but fell over and pretty much dry-humped the pitcher on the ass. FYI the pitcher was a girl and the shortstop a guy. It look something like this*<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/SbXGrTQju9I/AAAAAAAAEHM/3w63nH6NB8M/s1600-h/Dryhumping.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311369782759766994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/SbXGrTQju9I/AAAAAAAAEHM/3w63nH6NB8M/s320/Dryhumping.jpg" border="0" /></a>*Instead of thumbs up think of a baseball mitt and instead of smiles think of a bright red face...<br /><br />Haha Anyway, that's all for now. Leave me some love by <a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3679282814559712945&postID=1152673413493822439">Adding a Comment</a>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919671971076561235noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679282814559712945.post-45984282328128922092009-02-22T20:22:00.005-06:002009-02-24T21:10:53.904-06:00Dysphoria Week<p class="MsoNormal">Yay, we actually played a pretty decent game last night and....won. What a concept. Anyway, the other team wasn't horrible, but they played pretty rough. The girl I was guarding kept pushing off of me to get open and in the first half she somehow knocked me on my back and my head flew back and hit the floor of the court. It didn't feel so great at the time and last night I fell asleep with a massive migraine...and today I have the pleasure of having a new horn protruding from the back of my head...nice.<br /><br />So, currently I'm letting Grace borrow my school ID on Tuesdays and Thursdays so that she can ride the bus for free. Pretty nice of me, huh? Anyway, I needed to check out a book from the library so I go up to the desk to check it out and of course the girls asks me, "Can I see your id?" Right when she asks me I think, "shit..." Well, I come up with a different idea and decide to buy the book and then I can return it tomorrow. No harm done there, right? Right... well today Mel had a review so I told her she didn't have to pick me up from school today because I'll just ride the bus and meet her at St. Eds. But, if you remember... I need my ID to ride the bus for free. *sigh* So, looks like I shot myself in the foot again. Oh, well it was just like a buck to ride, right? Even though I only invested one dollar to public transportation I feel like every time I ride the city bus I'm putting my well being on the line. There are a lot of bums that ride the bus and their stench is equivalent to an old used rag. So, I'm sitting in the bus minding my own business clutching my books to my chest while waiting for my stop and then I feel a burst of warm air hit the back of my neck. My eyes widen and I'm left speechless because I realize it's from the breath of some homeless dude sitting directly behind me...eww. Before I can jerk my head around and look at the guy with raised eyebrows and disbelief... he exhales largely on my neck again! I was so disgusted my shoulders impulsively shuddered and I moved to the front edge of my seat. I think I might have calmed down by humming to myself like a crazy person. When I got to my stop I ran off the bus in search for some sanitizer to relieve some of the ickiness I felt. <br /><br />*****<br /><br />So, this week I'm going to compare to swallowing a pistol... I had 2 exams yesterday: history and a Japanese oral, a written Japanese exam today, economics tomorrow, and then a 7 page paper due Thursday at 2 PM. *sigh* Why does my life suck so bad right now?<br /><br />In addition to this crapola of school work, I'm in the process of getting sick. I'm not sick yet, but getting there. Sometimes I wish I was already sick so I would be that much closer to be getting over being sick. But, I'm not even sick yet...So, that means I have to wait till I'm sick and then start to get better. Wow...that was a lot of "sick."<br /><br />If you're reading right now you're probably wondering, "Andrea, if you're so freaking busy...why the hell are you writing in your blog?" Well, my answer is that this is my study break. So, get off my case.<br /><br />The only upside to this busy week is that it's over on Thursday. Yay! Let's drink until we forget the week, shall we? Anyone who's free this weekend and wants to come over and chill just give me a ring...preferably diamond.</p><br />Well, best get back to tying my noose...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919671971076561235noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679282814559712945.post-11258430294082751452009-02-17T20:12:00.006-06:002009-02-18T23:49:21.703-06:00Questions That Are Left UnansweredNothing too exciting to report...So, I'm just going to make a list of random questions. Feel free to take a stab at some. Okay, here goes...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"> WHY DO...</span></span><ul><li>all bus drivers have huge asses*? <span style="font-size:78%;">*well all the ones I've seen @ UT</span><br /></li><li>people always have to go inside before letting people out e.g. elevators, buses, doors, etc</li><li>jean sizes 18+ and 40+ waist have a "slim" fit? </li><li>stupid people have the most to say?</li><li>we have automatic <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">flushers</span>, sinks, soap dispensers, and paper towel dispensers, but not an automatic door?</li><li>people not know how to say "please" and "thank you" anymore? </li><li>Asians always promote peace in pictures?</li><li>people always sit at the end of rows instead of moving to the middle?<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Do they really want crotch or ass in their face that bad?</span><br /></li><li>people always have group conversations in the middle of a high traffic walking areas? i.e. in the middle of hallways, sidewalks, etc</li><li>receptionists wear scrubs?</li><li>people with bad breath always talk so close to your face?</li><li>people sniff around when someone says, "eww..gross...what's that smell?"</li><li>you have to give an excuse to bums if you don't give them money?</li><li>adults still not understand the difference between "your" and "you're?"</li><li>blind people wear sunglasses, but deaf people don't wear ear muffs?</li></ul><span style="font-size:180%;"> DO YOU THINK...</span><br /><ul><li><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dyslexic</span> crossed-eyed people can read straight? </li><li>anyone reads the directions on shampoo bottles?</li><li>elevators smell different to midgets?</li></ul> One last thing...<br /><ul><li>Whose idea was it to put an "s" in the word "lisp?"<br /></li></ul>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919671971076561235noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679282814559712945.post-26524581014493179302009-02-09T14:16:00.000-06:002009-02-10T09:50:34.411-06:00Free Car WashSo, another way to make it rain instead of wearing new shoes is... to wash your car. This weekend I decided to wash my car since the weather was pretty nice, not too cold/hot. But, of course this morning it had to pour. I'm semi-pissed that it rained, but I know we needed some.<br /><br />Well, this morning when I got ready for school the rain was coming down pretty hard, so I made sure to bring an umbrella. After scrounging around for a few minutes I found two umbrellas: one huge golf umbrella and a super tiny umbrella that would probably only cover my head. So, I brought the huge one today. I must naturally be an unlucky person, because every time I bring an umbrella it stops raining, and when it does rain I'm the only person on campus that doesn't have an umbrella. *sigh* You might ask, why don't I just keep an umbrella in my bag all of the time? Because the one semester I did that it pretty much never rained. So, I didn't want to be the reason for Austin's occasional drought.<br /><br />I can only remember one time I had an umbrella when it was raining. It was a medium sized one, so maybe two people could fit under it. Well, every time I see a person who is just walking through the rain getting soaked, I feel bad. Plus, I personally think you look like a douche if you're walking with an umbrella next to a person who doesn't. So, the one time I did have an umbrella I decided to offer to share it with the girl walking next to me. I just walked next to her and put the umbrella over both of us, and of course she thanked me. We were both walking toward the same direction, but I had no idea what building she was going to. So, we just silently walked... It got kinda awkward, but luckily she broke the silence asked me if I was going to the engineering building. I told her, "No, I'm actually going to RLM (which is some sort of engineering building)." She must thought I said a different building, because she said, thanks again and then ran out from under the umbrella and started heading to the building she had class in. Little did I know at the time... RLM is right next to the engineering building...So, I continued to walk next to her in the rain, with only myself under the umbrella... That was the only and last time I offered to help someone in the rain...<br />******<br /><br />Well, in exception to this recent rain, the weather has been improving. The cold is starting to fade away and warm temperatures are near. So, that means people are going to start wearing more shorts.<br /><br />There are three kinds of shorts I'm most interested in.<br /><br />1) The sorority short: the Nike tempo running shorts that come in a wide assortment of colors, but have the exact basic look. They're kinda poofy and have a little rounded slit on the sides. Those are pretty much the only shorts I see sorority girls wear.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/f5/4/AAAAAtGOQH0AAAAAAPVDFQ.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/f5/4/AAAAAtGOQH0AAAAAAPVDFQ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />2) The basketball short: Long and knee length shorts. These are mostly what guys wear no matter what sport they play. And, if girls wear them I automatically assume they play basketball. These are the kind I wear when I work out, but I wouldn't call myself a "baller."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://uvabookstores.com/outerweb/product_images/130Ml.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 287px;" src="http://uvabookstores.com/outerweb/product_images/130Ml.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />3) The "word-butt" short: they are usually cotton shorts that have some sort of girly word that reads across someone's ass. E.g.: Hottie, Sexy, Princess. These are one of my least favorites to spot, because no matter how hard I try I always have to look and read what they say. The only reason for these shorts must be to attract one's eye to someone's ass.<br /><br />So, instead of the typical boring words to catch someone's eye, I've devised my own ideas to make people stare at your ass.<br /><br />Here is an example of a common one:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/SZCXx3BZvlI/AAAAAAAAEFM/Vv03wYJbg6A/s1600-h/shorts1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/SZCXx3BZvlI/AAAAAAAAEFM/Vv03wYJbg6A/s320/shorts1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300903644254289490" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This one I think gives a straight forward approach:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/SZCY22R680I/AAAAAAAAEFk/_1GU1h_ZER0/s1600-h/shorts3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/SZCY22R680I/AAAAAAAAEFk/_1GU1h_ZER0/s320/shorts3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300904829466112834" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here I think would be more of a kind of invitation:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/SZCYU5sobKI/AAAAAAAAEFU/LP8iHekXh1g/s1600-h/shorts2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/SZCYU5sobKI/AAAAAAAAEFU/LP8iHekXh1g/s320/shorts2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300904246267899042" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This one needs no words...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/SZCeEizU_SI/AAAAAAAAEFs/c-_i6GJB2II/s1600-h/shorts4.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4Fs__G3Zpc/SZCeEizU_SI/AAAAAAAAEFs/c-_i6GJB2II/s320/shorts4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300910562313829666" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Whoever has this on their backside.... I'm sorry.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">If you want even more attention to your rear you could always wear jeans with really small back pockets, or even better pull a chola J-Lo and go pocket-less if you're daring. Or you could walk around with an EXTREME wedgie all day. Either way I don't think these girls would like my ideas, they're too boring...<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Today's Picks:<br /><br />TV: <a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/index?pn=index">The Bachelor</a><br /><br />Music: <a href="http://link.brightcove.com/services/link/bcpid1452197124/bctid1452199675">Jason Mraz</a><br /><br />Game: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basketball">Basketball</a><br /><br />Currently Reading: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kokinshu-Collection-Ancient-Modern-Languages/dp/0887272495">Kokinshu: A Collection of Poems Ancient and<br />Modern </a><br /><br />Current Guilty Pleasure: <a href="http://www.samsclub.com/shopping/navigate.do?dest=5&item=338013">Dolly Madison Coffee Cakes...yum</a><br /></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919671971076561235noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3679282814559712945.post-25398578951685554372009-02-02T13:27:00.000-06:002009-02-03T12:38:32.592-06:00Feb 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I only watched the end of the 4th quarter. It was probably the most exciting part of the game anyway. I was going for Arizona, because everyone else was going for the Steelers. Honestly, I really didn't care.
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<br />I went home to Kerrville this past weekend, for my mom's birthday. I never know what to get her, but we ended up getting her a Coach purse. Kerrville is pretty lame so there are no nice places to take her out to dinner, and everyone is sick of Chili's so we just went to Culver's. Well, we decided on Culver's because no one wanted to make a decision. It's just a whole lot of:
<br />"What do you want?"
<br />"I don't know. What do you feel like eating?"
<br />"I don't care whatever you want."
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<br />So, this can go on forever, and it drives me crazy, but I have to admit that I'm super indecisive. Hey, at least I can admit this.
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<br />Last night was our first intramural game of the season.... Let's just say it was obvious that we've never played together as a team before hand. It was a lot of running around and taking stupid shots. Though, in the second half we started to get it together, but the score deficit proved too much. The final score was like 47-29, or some bullshit. It wasn't pretty. We were all convinced that we need to actually practice together. There was a high point of the game, though. Paul's appearance was entertaining as usual. He wore short golden yellow shorts with a fitted white t-shirt that read in pink letters, "Out of Your League." I actually gave him the shirt, but he honestly looked ridiculous, which I told him to his face. I recruited a girl for the team from my basketball class named, Shelly. And, I was criticizing Paul as usual and she thought that I had just met him. She must have thought I was the meanest person alive. Haha</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So, I’ve been watching a lot of TV lately… my favorite. I’m usually not into game shows and crap, but this year is a different story. I watched the American Idol auditions and they were hilarious. Currently, I’m obsessively following the Bachelor…. I know I’m bad. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">TV Shows I watch regularly this season:</p> <p class="MsoNormal">American Idol</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The Bachelor</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Brothers & Sisters</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Grey's Anatomy</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Law & Order CI</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Law & Order SVU</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Saturday Night Live</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Top Chef<u4:p></u4:p><o:p></o:p></p> <span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif";"><u4:p>and many others...
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<br />Anyone else watching the same crap on the tube?
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I didn't want to get out of bed today because it was so cold, but I did wake up from an interesting dream. Usually I have a myriad of different dreams in one night, but if I remember anything it's just one or a few of those dreams. Well, from what I remember this time... the people in my dream were Paul Pagel, Erin Torres, and me... The weird part was that Paul and I were played by ourselves, but for some reason Erin's role was played by <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0471036/">Kristin Kreuk</a><b>. </b>I have no idea why....but anyway all I remember was that we were in a haunted house from a video game or something...I don't really remember, but all I know is that it was kinda a nightmare because the haunted house turned out to be real or something...???.
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<br /> I sat behind a girl in my history class today and I was being nosy and was reading her Gmail chat screen because the class is unbearably boring. Anyway, turns out I know this girl. For those of you who don't know how big a history class at UT is... my class has about 300 students. Well, the off chance that I did recognize the girl sitting in front of me was pretty slim it was even slimmer that I remembered her name and where she was from. We had a calculus class together my first semester along with <a href="http://www.mackbrown-texasfootball.com/sports/m-footbl/mtt/mccoy_colt00.html">Colt McCoy</a> mind you. Here's the answer to your question... Colt isn't very bright. Anyway, this girl's name is Taylor. I don't actually remember the very first encounter with her, but apparently she did with me. My very first day at UT of my first semester this girl screams at me, "Oh, my gosh! I know you. You went to Ingram, right?!"
<br /> I replied, "Yeah..."
<br /> "I thought that was you. We played basketball together. Remember me?"
<br /> "No, I'm sorry. I have a horrible memory."
<br /> "Oh, really?" ***and then she went on describing herself and gave me clues to who she was, but nothing rang any bells and it didn't help that every time someone talks about themselves for a certain period of time my eyes will involuntarily glaze over...
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<br />The weather is making me tired and gloomy... I just want to stay home all day and watch movies. Popcorn anyone?</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p><p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal">Today's Picks:</p><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">TV:</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/bachelor/index?pn=index">The Bachelor</a> 8/7c
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">Music:</span> <a href="http://www.myspace.com/onthesurface">On the Surface</a>
<br /></p><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">Game:</span> <a href="http://www.singstargame.com/en-gb/">SingStar ABBA Edition</a>
<br /></p><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">Book: </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Everyone_Poops">Minna Unchi (Everyone Poops) By Taro Gomi</a>
<br /></p><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">Current Guilty Pleasure:</span> <a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/loser">Checking my blog over 10x a day....
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