As I'm sitting in the airport in Mexico, waiting to take the plane back to Kansas City... I started to think about something...
The very first post on this blog was from this airport. Isn't that strange? How often I'm here.
Anyways, I'm working on a couple of new, longer posts. I'm sorry I've been gone for so long. I'll get some new ones up soon :) I kind of took a break for Thanksgiving.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
People are rude
Now I know I've had one people bashing post today but this is getting ridiculous. Now I'm wondering if people are always this rude.
Now yes, I dislike my generation... But I don't lump all of them together. For all the bad apples there are some good ones.
However, when I'm at Walmart and someone tries to correct me when all I'm doing is making a joke?? Come on now!
Cranky lady and her thanksgiving turkey can't take a joke? Sorry I tried to talk to the cashier. Laughing in my face and telling me that the rising price of food is actually NOT because of the thing I was joking about only proved how much of a sorry life you lead.
I understand that we're in a recession. Christ does America really have that short of an attention span? At least this isn't the recession of the 1970's or (heaven forbid) the 1930's!!!! SO MILK IS A BUCK SEVENTY-FIVE!!!!
AT LEAST GAS ISN'T FIVE DOLLARS WITH A TEN GALLON LIMIT!!!!!
God get over yourself you fat old hag. Yes, I'm young and virile, but I'm not stupid! I watch the news! I listen in class! I'm in college!
Don't think that just because you can complain about the price of a Thanksgiving turkey that means that you are suddenly smarter than me?! I can complain about all kinds of things but that doesn't make me smarter than anyone else!!!!!
I can complain about YOU but I don't know anything about you! AND I DON'T CARE TO!
Be polite. Don't complain about my generation when you can't even keep from judging someone just because of a joke.
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Now yes, I dislike my generation... But I don't lump all of them together. For all the bad apples there are some good ones.
However, when I'm at Walmart and someone tries to correct me when all I'm doing is making a joke?? Come on now!
Cranky lady and her thanksgiving turkey can't take a joke? Sorry I tried to talk to the cashier. Laughing in my face and telling me that the rising price of food is actually NOT because of the thing I was joking about only proved how much of a sorry life you lead.
I understand that we're in a recession. Christ does America really have that short of an attention span? At least this isn't the recession of the 1970's or (heaven forbid) the 1930's!!!! SO MILK IS A BUCK SEVENTY-FIVE!!!!
AT LEAST GAS ISN'T FIVE DOLLARS WITH A TEN GALLON LIMIT!!!!!
God get over yourself you fat old hag. Yes, I'm young and virile, but I'm not stupid! I watch the news! I listen in class! I'm in college!
Don't think that just because you can complain about the price of a Thanksgiving turkey that means that you are suddenly smarter than me?! I can complain about all kinds of things but that doesn't make me smarter than anyone else!!!!!
I can complain about YOU but I don't know anything about you! AND I DON'T CARE TO!
Be polite. Don't complain about my generation when you can't even keep from judging someone just because of a joke.
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Fake PPL
Now I know I've already harped on this quite a bit but I can't stress enough JUST how stupid it is for people to use chatspeak in their daily lives.
What brought about this ridiculous bout of anger is a combination of two things... One: Economics professor stated in his information concerning our 10 PAGE RESEARCH PAPER (!!!) that we should use proper English... Should a college professor have to tell anyone that?
How stupid are you that you can't even write a freaking paper without using chatspeak?? It's a formal research paper!! The only thing you should be speaking in is FORMAL ENGLISH!
The second thing that annoyed me is this: I walked past a sign in my hallway that asked what we were glad to be leaving behind now that fall is finished... And someone wrote: ...fake ppl...
FAKE PPL?? WHAT DOES THAT STAND FOR? FAKE PORTLAND POWER AND LIGHT? HONESTLY LEARN HOW TO WRITE IN ENGLISH!!
YOU are a fake person! Only fake people don't know how to write in proper English! Only FAKE people write like retards!! I know that the education system sucks in the United States but COME ON!!
IT'S NOT THAT BAD!!
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What brought about this ridiculous bout of anger is a combination of two things... One: Economics professor stated in his information concerning our 10 PAGE RESEARCH PAPER (!!!) that we should use proper English... Should a college professor have to tell anyone that?
How stupid are you that you can't even write a freaking paper without using chatspeak?? It's a formal research paper!! The only thing you should be speaking in is FORMAL ENGLISH!
The second thing that annoyed me is this: I walked past a sign in my hallway that asked what we were glad to be leaving behind now that fall is finished... And someone wrote: ...fake ppl...
FAKE PPL?? WHAT DOES THAT STAND FOR? FAKE PORTLAND POWER AND LIGHT? HONESTLY LEARN HOW TO WRITE IN ENGLISH!!
YOU are a fake person! Only fake people don't know how to write in proper English! Only FAKE people write like retards!! I know that the education system sucks in the United States but COME ON!!
IT'S NOT THAT BAD!!
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Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Sick People
I dislike being sick. I used to love being sick, in fact.
It meant I didn't have to go to school and I hated school until college.
Of course the only class I like that I'm currently in right now is my Crime Scene class. The rest of them seem completely pointless to me.
Becoming a doctor exposes me to sick people, and where there are sick people there are sicknesses... meaning that I will eventually get sick.
Hopefully not badly.
Anyways I'm sick right now.
Like the sniffly, sneezy kind of sick. The kind of sick that mucus loves.
Mucus.
My arch enemy. It and I never see eye to it.
It wants to drain out of every orifice of my body. It wants my eyes to water with pressure in my sinuses. It wants me to be miserable every time I shower by dripping all over me.
Mucus and I just aren't friends. If mucus and I met on the street our conversation would go like this:
Mucus: "Hey! What's hangin'?" Then he would laugh and chortle about his stupid, gross joke.
Me: "Go the heck away!" Then I would blow my nose and he would fly away.
That is how I feel.
It meant I didn't have to go to school and I hated school until college.
Of course the only class I like that I'm currently in right now is my Crime Scene class. The rest of them seem completely pointless to me.
Becoming a doctor exposes me to sick people, and where there are sick people there are sicknesses... meaning that I will eventually get sick.
Hopefully not badly.
Anyways I'm sick right now.
Like the sniffly, sneezy kind of sick. The kind of sick that mucus loves.
Mucus.
My arch enemy. It and I never see eye to it.
It wants to drain out of every orifice of my body. It wants my eyes to water with pressure in my sinuses. It wants me to be miserable every time I shower by dripping all over me.
Mucus and I just aren't friends. If mucus and I met on the street our conversation would go like this:
Mucus: "Hey! What's hangin'?" Then he would laugh and chortle about his stupid, gross joke.
Me: "Go the heck away!" Then I would blow my nose and he would fly away.
That is how I feel.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Les Miserable (Lay Miz-er-ab)
When you were in college there was always that one kid in your class that you hated more than anyone else.
Be they obnoxiously self satisfied, or just plain obnoxious, they got on your nerves.
That kid is also the kid that likes to interrupt the teacher in order to make a statement that has nothing to do with what you're talking about... it's usually an anecdotal analogy that will most likely start some kind of a back and forth conversation between the professor and this "intelligent person".
You always assume that these people are attempting to boost their self esteem because they are trying to make others look stupid.
It's usually these people, however, that make themselves look stupid, because they don't seem to understand that NO ONE CARES!
No one cares that your grandmother from Russia came to America and then went back and left all of the stuff behind.
No one cares that your uncle is from England.
NO ONE CARES THAT YOU ARE UNEDUCATED!
Unless your story has some tie in to the story, or helps qualify your statement, no one cares about them.
If I say "The conditions were rough in Vietnam." And someone asked me how I knew, I could say. "My dad is a Vietnam vet."
I would not go into some long winded round-about story.
You know those stories, right?
The ones where at the end of the story you wonder what they were talking about before the story started?
Yeah, those are the stories these people come out with.
Of course as I'm saying all this I start to realize that this is exactly what I am doing.
Once you get to the end of this post you will be wondering why you wasted your life reading it...
Maybe that's what I planned... :)
Be they obnoxiously self satisfied, or just plain obnoxious, they got on your nerves.
That kid is also the kid that likes to interrupt the teacher in order to make a statement that has nothing to do with what you're talking about... it's usually an anecdotal analogy that will most likely start some kind of a back and forth conversation between the professor and this "intelligent person".
You always assume that these people are attempting to boost their self esteem because they are trying to make others look stupid.
It's usually these people, however, that make themselves look stupid, because they don't seem to understand that NO ONE CARES!
No one cares that your grandmother from Russia came to America and then went back and left all of the stuff behind.
No one cares that your uncle is from England.
NO ONE CARES THAT YOU ARE UNEDUCATED!
Unless your story has some tie in to the story, or helps qualify your statement, no one cares about them.
If I say "The conditions were rough in Vietnam." And someone asked me how I knew, I could say. "My dad is a Vietnam vet."
I would not go into some long winded round-about story.
You know those stories, right?
The ones where at the end of the story you wonder what they were talking about before the story started?
Yeah, those are the stories these people come out with.
Of course as I'm saying all this I start to realize that this is exactly what I am doing.
Once you get to the end of this post you will be wondering why you wasted your life reading it...
Maybe that's what I planned... :)
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Motivation
Some people are self motivated.
I, on the other hand, am not motivated by anyone or anything. It's rather odd.
Sometimes I can sit down and do anything I need to, and sometimes I push whatever it is off so long it becomes a problem.
Like right now. I have absolutely no motivation to write this post. In fact I've been typing one word per 30 minutes since I woke up. I'm not exactly sure what is wrong with me today.
That first part I'm pretty sure I wrote at about 2 PM central time. I'm writing this at 8 PM central time, that shows you just how lazy I am. NO motivation whatsoever.
I had about 20 ideas written down for you guys today but I just can't even rant. I could rant about how much I dislike you all, but that would be mean. :)
So for now I have nothing. I'll try to get something written before I go to bed, I feel like you deserve something.
I, on the other hand, am not motivated by anyone or anything. It's rather odd.
Sometimes I can sit down and do anything I need to, and sometimes I push whatever it is off so long it becomes a problem.
Like right now. I have absolutely no motivation to write this post. In fact I've been typing one word per 30 minutes since I woke up. I'm not exactly sure what is wrong with me today.
That first part I'm pretty sure I wrote at about 2 PM central time. I'm writing this at 8 PM central time, that shows you just how lazy I am. NO motivation whatsoever.
I had about 20 ideas written down for you guys today but I just can't even rant. I could rant about how much I dislike you all, but that would be mean. :)
So for now I have nothing. I'll try to get something written before I go to bed, I feel like you deserve something.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Crazy Drivers and Yelling at Grandma
I drive. A lot.
It's ridiculous how much I drive, for example: in the past week I've driven to Kansas City Friday night, back to Columbia Monday morning, back to Kansas City Monday afternoon, back to Columbia Tuesday afternoon, back to Kansas City last night and back to Columbia this morning.
So I see a lot of crazy things.
I see people driving at 40 mph on I-70 and people getting pulled over by State Troopers left and right.
I've seen two hour long traffic back-ups, usually because of someone making a stupid decision, like texting while driving. I've also clocked 1:32 to get into Kansas City, which is the approximate time it takes to get from Columbia to Kansas City, barring slow drivers and road hazards.
This morning I was driving along and suddenly someone slammed on their brakes. This meant I had to slam on my brakes, I wasn't going to rear end this stupid human being, and immediately slap the hazard lights (that's what those blinky lights are called, if you don't know).
Of course the semi-truck that had been following behind me fairly closely nearly totaled my car. I could feel the adrenaline, I was scared that I was suddenly going to be crushed. Fortunately he swerved off into the other lane before he hit me, but there for a moment it looked like I was going to die.
Wouldn't that be sad, no more entertaining posts for all of you. :)
But my point is this: WHY DO THEY GIVE THESE PEOPLE DRIVERS LICENSES!?!?
Do they pay the officer? Because I couldn't get away with anything with my lady-cop that was riding with me. (I wanted to say something else, lady cops are really mean... if you're a nice lady cop please come talk to me, I'd like to meet you.)
But because they give these people licenses I am forced to sit in my car, fuming about how stupid people are.
Honestly.
If you're going to turn RIGHT turn your RIGHT signal on.
Oh? You don't know where your signal is?
YOU SEE THAT BLACK BAR ON THE LEFT SIDE OF YOUR STEERING WHEEL? THAT ROUND THING YOU HOLD ON TO IN ORDER TO MOVE YOUR CAR?! YES! THAT! IT'S CALLED A TURN SIGNAL! IF YOU PUSH IT UP THE RIGHT LIGHT COMES ON! IF YOU PUSH IT DOWN THE LEFT ONE DOES!
USE IT!
I shouldn't have to tense up every time I see your brake lights come on. I have this intense fear the idiots around me are going to turn or stop or do something else equally stupid.
I don't mind people that speed. Really I don't, at least I know they won't stop suddenly. They're trying to get somewhere. And REALLY trying to GET somewhere!
However, there is one group of drivers I refuse to let myself become upset over.
These are seniors. There is something wrong with shouting obscenities at a senior citizen.
Teenagers? Fine. Young adults? OK. Adults? Yeah.
Seniors? I don't think I'd like someone shouting at my grandmother. Even if she did drive at 15 miles per hour in a 35. I mean honestly, you'd be mad at someone shouting at your parent... but your grandma? She's 92 with a handicapped sticker! You must want to be taken off of Santa's nice list!
I'm pretty sure shouting at old people should be outlawed.
It's ridiculous how much I drive, for example: in the past week I've driven to Kansas City Friday night, back to Columbia Monday morning, back to Kansas City Monday afternoon, back to Columbia Tuesday afternoon, back to Kansas City last night and back to Columbia this morning.
So I see a lot of crazy things.
I see people driving at 40 mph on I-70 and people getting pulled over by State Troopers left and right.
I've seen two hour long traffic back-ups, usually because of someone making a stupid decision, like texting while driving. I've also clocked 1:32 to get into Kansas City, which is the approximate time it takes to get from Columbia to Kansas City, barring slow drivers and road hazards.
This morning I was driving along and suddenly someone slammed on their brakes. This meant I had to slam on my brakes, I wasn't going to rear end this stupid human being, and immediately slap the hazard lights (that's what those blinky lights are called, if you don't know).
Of course the semi-truck that had been following behind me fairly closely nearly totaled my car. I could feel the adrenaline, I was scared that I was suddenly going to be crushed. Fortunately he swerved off into the other lane before he hit me, but there for a moment it looked like I was going to die.
Wouldn't that be sad, no more entertaining posts for all of you. :)
But my point is this: WHY DO THEY GIVE THESE PEOPLE DRIVERS LICENSES!?!?
Do they pay the officer? Because I couldn't get away with anything with my lady-cop that was riding with me. (I wanted to say something else, lady cops are really mean... if you're a nice lady cop please come talk to me, I'd like to meet you.)
But because they give these people licenses I am forced to sit in my car, fuming about how stupid people are.
Honestly.
If you're going to turn RIGHT turn your RIGHT signal on.
Oh? You don't know where your signal is?
YOU SEE THAT BLACK BAR ON THE LEFT SIDE OF YOUR STEERING WHEEL? THAT ROUND THING YOU HOLD ON TO IN ORDER TO MOVE YOUR CAR?! YES! THAT! IT'S CALLED A TURN SIGNAL! IF YOU PUSH IT UP THE RIGHT LIGHT COMES ON! IF YOU PUSH IT DOWN THE LEFT ONE DOES!
USE IT!
I shouldn't have to tense up every time I see your brake lights come on. I have this intense fear the idiots around me are going to turn or stop or do something else equally stupid.
I don't mind people that speed. Really I don't, at least I know they won't stop suddenly. They're trying to get somewhere. And REALLY trying to GET somewhere!
However, there is one group of drivers I refuse to let myself become upset over.
These are seniors. There is something wrong with shouting obscenities at a senior citizen.
Teenagers? Fine. Young adults? OK. Adults? Yeah.
Seniors? I don't think I'd like someone shouting at my grandmother. Even if she did drive at 15 miles per hour in a 35. I mean honestly, you'd be mad at someone shouting at your parent... but your grandma? She's 92 with a handicapped sticker! You must want to be taken off of Santa's nice list!
I'm pretty sure shouting at old people should be outlawed.
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