| Look over here... |
[Oct. 24th, 2005|12:59 pm] |
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I'm an attention whore, but it could be worse - I could be a myspace or facebook whore...
Life is good. |
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| tired as hell |
[Sep. 29th, 2005|05:58 pm] |
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I've figured it out. All I have to do to pass this quarter is copy Amanda's work since she is in 3 of my 4 classes again this quarter, just like always. Plus she lives in the building next to me. I'm set for the quarter, lol. |
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| God, I hate psych majors. |
[Sep. 27th, 2005|06:32 pm] |
So I'm taking psychology 104 for three very simple reasons: 1. I needed to fulfill my "area of focus", 2. Psych is easy, and 3. Krista is in that class. Three very good reasons. So anyway, I've had one day of lecture and I loathe the class already. There are at least 375 people in the class and I'd say about 80% of them are psych majors. Now, for those of you who don't know the typical wanna-be intellectual dipshits that most of these psych majors are, I envy you. They are the ones that raise their hands during the middle of lecture and bring up points that would be obvious to even a chimp. And to make matters worse, the professor NEVER calls them on their bullshit, then they sit there as if they've just made the cleverist comment ever made and as if no one has ever thought of what they just asked, with that look of "I'm-a-genius" smeared across their face. They can say the most inane things and the professor will try to justify what they are saying or say something like "I think what you're trying to say is..." Just tell them they are fucking wrong and get on with it. A simple "Wrong, bitch." will do just fine. But I suppose the professor was probably one of the ones making those comments back in the day. Psych is a total fucking joke major, you can't be wrong no matter what you say. It's fucking ridiculous. Subjective science, and I use the term science lightly, is absolutely absurd. I guess if you're not smart enough to pass math or chemistry there is always psych to fall back on and you can aspire to be a psych professor, since there is really nothing else to do with a psych degree. God, I hate psych majors. If there is a merciful God, please strike them from the face of the Earth. But on the plus side, this should be an easy A.
Funny thing is, Krista almost changed her major to psychology. |
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| kinda strange |
[Feb. 12th, 2005|05:02 pm] |
which is more important? |
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[Feb. 5th, 2005|01:55 am] |
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good times, good times |
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| life is good |
[Feb. 1st, 2005|05:14 pm] |
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| | Nico - These days | ] |
Life is good. That is all. |
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| merry X-mas |
[Dec. 25th, 2004|11:49 pm] |
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best christmas in awhile.... |
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| good stuff |
[Dec. 23rd, 2004|06:32 pm] |
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so far, so good... |
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| done |
[Dec. 1st, 2004|03:26 am] |
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questions were asked, answers were interesting.... |
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| yes |
[Nov. 28th, 2004|03:56 am] |
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some questions need to be asked |
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| bah |
[Sep. 18th, 2004|09:49 pm] |
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too much packing, too much stress, almost done, ALMOST, too much to worry about right now, too much, i'll be better tomorrow.... or if not, the day after that.... hopefully |
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| damn.... |
[Sep. 18th, 2004|12:59 am] |
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why does this bug me so much? should it? |
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| damn.... |
[Sep. 6th, 2004|09:32 pm] |
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it hit 107 on the thermometer here in anaheim yesterday, apparently the hottest place in the nation for that day.... i was not happy.... today was ONLY in the mid nineties though.... |
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| it's 8 in the fucking morning |
[Sep. 1st, 2004|08:47 am] |
This is total BS. I should not have to wake up this early and not just because I don't have school yet, I mean ever. 7:30 is way too fucking early, especially considering when I was at school last year, I had trouble getting up for my 10 and 11 o'clock classes. I should not have to drive my brother to school. It's nonsense, complete and utter nonsense. Two and a half more weeks of this. I don't know if i'm going to make it. I'm already so tired that it hurts, lol, and I refuse to take a nap.
I had to go to FJC yesterday. Yes, that's right Fullerton Junior College, where geniuses are made. If sarcasm was an olympic event, that sentence just took the gold. Anyway, I just had to get a transcript sent and Mark had to take care of some stuff too. So after driving around the parking lot for 30 minutes (and getting my spot stolen a few times since people are jackasses) we had to go to the parking lot on the other side of campus to park and it still took about 10 minutes to get a spot there before we had to walk across campus. By the way, those people that sit in their cars and look like they are going to leave piss the hell out of me. Now it's the second week of school so naturally some of the students STILL don't know where they are going and kinda just wander around. Fucking geniuses. I could understand if it was the first week, but c'mon, you've done this before. It's not like it's something new. So I go and get in line to have my transcript sent and the line is maybe 25 people long and is going really slow. After waiting there for maybe 30 minutes or so i'm almost to the front. This guy goes up to the window and says, "I'm in a hurry and I need to get a transcript sent. Do I need to wait in line?" They tell him yes, which is good since if they woulda let him cut I woulda been pissed off beyond belief. But being the genius that he is, he lingers around the window for another few minutes and asks a different worker there. Naturally, he gets the same answer and finally decides to go to the back of the line. A few minutes later after seeing how slow it is moving, he goes back to the front and is just kinda standing around again and he says "C'mon, i'm in a hurry. This line will take forever." Now I admire his persistence but that's not going to change anything. Finally, he gets a clue and leaves. I wait a few more minutes and finally get to the front and get my transcript sent. While Mark and I are walking back to my car, I see that guy sitting on a bench doing nothing. Talk about being in a hurry. So I get to my car, thank God for allowing me to escape, and drive away with the satisfaction that i'll never have to go back there again. Some places and the people at them just piss me off.
But that whole parking fiasco finally makes me understand why Mark takes early morning classes. I can imagine that it's much easier to find a parking spot, although part of the reason that it was so bad was that parking permits aren't required yet and it is the second week. Too many of the students still have that "i'm going to work hard this semester" mentality. They are saying to themselves, "This semester is going to be different" "No more slacking off" "I'm going to go to all my classes this semester" "Okay, i'm going to go to class and do well and when i'm not in class i'll go to the library and study" but then by the end of the semester they are saying to their friends, "i'm barely passing math (probably some form of algebra or simple addition, being FJC and all, lol), what happened to me? I was going to try this semester" or the ever popular "You know, I haven't been to the library once this year?" I NEVER woulda guessed. |
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| epitaph for my sweatshirt.... |
[Aug. 21st, 2004|02:14 am] |
it's been a trying year, lol, what with body pillow's brutal murder and my sweatshirt being lost, poor sweatshirt never stood a chance. I bring this up because i was forced to buy a replacement for my sweatshirt finally, and while the new one may have a better design and may keep me warm, it'll never replace the old one... it may have had a few paint stains on it and it might have been starting to fade, but dammit, it was my sweatshirt. I wore it almost everyday in high school junior and senior year, ask anyone. If i didn't wear it, people would say to me "what? no sweatshirt today? it just doesn't seem right, it's not you" that sweatshirt was as much a part of me as anything else, lol. and then one day, i just got careless and it was never to be seen again. I remember it like it was yesterday, ian's birthday party, we were all crammed in that little apartment, the asians were all sitting on one side of the room and the non-asians were on the other side, lol. ariel was talking to another hispanic jew, lol, zack was talking to carol, and i was sitting there talking to krista. now, i had taken my sweatshirt off since it was warm, and then i think i spent about 30 minutes in the bathroom since krista got sick and i guess it was my job to take care of her.... so anyway, when the sick people were well-enough (by that time zack was throwing up too) we all rode back to campus, but i had foolishly left behind my sweatshirt.... which was to never be seen again.... but to finish my story, i walked drunken sick krista back to her room, then went and chilled at peter's dorm for what musta been an hour before walking across campus to get back to my dorm, the end, but the point of the story is, my sweatshirt is gone, it only cost me $15 and it lasted over two years, but dammit, i'm gonna miss it, and now all i have is this new element sweatshirt, it'll never replace it....
Originals are always way better than replacements.... |
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[Jul. 29th, 2004|08:51 pm] |
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got paid $70 for three days of tutoring work, about 4 hours total, lol. poker tournament on sunday, planning on losing $30, well ready to anyway. probably gonna have to start doing some work for my dad soon. found out when my dad's surgery is going to be.... sept 20th, the day i leave for school. that's about it. |
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| eh |
[Jul. 23rd, 2004|03:19 am] |
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i was wrong, i topped that last paper for the worst ever, lol, in it i included a passage about how i'm "so sarcastic and obnoxious" lol and then i asked what the environment does for us, lol, it was titled "What did a tree ever do for you?" But c'mon, i wrote it as a joke, lol, it was fun, i was laughing while we were all writing our in class essays, i think people were getting annoyed, but c'mon, lighten up, lol. Class is over though, thank god. what i wrote came out pretty bad though, lol, but i bet i'll still get at least a B out of it since the teahcer grades like that and i'm just that smart, LOL. anyway, not much else going on, later... |
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| ugh |
[Jul. 17th, 2004|02:52 pm] |
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weird stuff going on i tell you and my writing in english class is getting progressively worse, lol, it's really bad, the last paper that i wrote is maybe the worst one that i've ever written, but who knows, i think i can top it in the next one, lol, we'll see, should be fun. anyway, nothing special going on, so ummm, yeah.... |
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| yeah yeah, i know... |
[Jul. 13th, 2004|02:16 am] |
i know i never write in here, i dunno why, it's not like i ever have anything better to do at 2 AM...
too many things to worry about right now, i'd just rather be back at school already, my house is a dump, i'll put up a picture later, but to do that i'd have to take my scanner out of the box and stuff and i'm just really really lazy...
you know what i hate?? shaving, i can't stand it, but then i also can't stand that feeling 2 days after shaving when it's just itchy like crazy and i want to just kill myself...
i have some unresolved issues that i need to deal with... as the song goes "inaction is a weapon of mass destruction" but all i ever am is inactive, whatever, i just don't care, two more months and who knows maybe i'll find something to do in that time...
do you think i'll be living here next summer or will i be moved out completely by then?? my mom seems to think that i will, and i had never thought about it before, but now i'm starting to think that it'll be better that way...
so my dad has to have surgery later this summer and apparently will be stuck in bed for a few weeks, i don't think that it's going to be very pleasant around here for those weeks and it might just turn into like when i was a little kid and didn't see him for weeks at a time, who knows???
summer school fucking blows, i'm surrounded by fucking idiots for 3 hours a day, i hate it, i feel like i'm getting more and more stupid everyday in that class, and the teacher just encourages it, it's like she's not even trying, the only thing that i can do to keep from going insane is to write really sarcastically just for the hell of it, i only really need a C for the credit to transfer, but i refuse to take such a low grade in such an easy class, for some reason i insist on proving that i'm the best, stubborn arrogance, i suppose, only 6 more days of class though, i can make it...
at least i get to write about video games in my next paper, although i have to argue with about a billion people who say that video games damage a child's psyche and cause him or her to be more aggresive and violent, but look, there were serial killers and violent murderers before video games, and just because these new killers played video games doesn't mean that it's the cause of their aggression, if you disagree with me, then shut the hell up, you don't know what you're talking about, the only instance of violence that i can think of that directly correlated to real-life violence was in that "PC bong" where the kid stabbed the other kid in the head with a screwdriver when in the game the guy stabbed the other one in the head with a knife, true story, happened in GG, right by matt's house, at a place that i've been to before...
whiffle ball is quite possibly the greatest game ever invented...
the end... for now |
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