Shy - You are often timid around others, though you will open up when the right person comes along. Practical - You are a down-to-earth individual who is not impressed with material excess. You care about the stuff of like that really matters. Adventurous - Just sitting around the house is not something that appeals to you. You love to be out trying new things and really experiencing life.
Your date match profile:
Practical - You are drawn to people who are sensible and smart. Flashy, materialistic people turn you off. You appreciate the simpler side of living. Athletic - You aren't looking for a couch potato. You seek someone who is active and who keeps her body in top shape. Adventurous - You are looking for someone who is willing to try new things and experience life to its fullest. You need a companion who encourages you to take risks and do exciting things.
Ooooh yes, it's the long awaited - another angry post from Adam! Thursday Nathan wanted Alan and I to go into work to help him out with a few odd jobs here and there. Before we went in we decided to get lunch beforehand, as I was trying to get my router to work, I got a late start and ended up having lunch with Alan and my roommate at noon. We decided to go to Plucker's on Research and Burnett, since it was the lunch rush and I got there late, I parked in the first spot I found which was pretty close to the front, but the guy to my right had double parked, I figured oh well...whatever so I pulled into the spot and went inside to eat. After some tastey overpriced wings, I came back out to see a note on my windshield, the asshole had somehow deduced with his cabbage-like intelligence that I hit his car on my way into the parking spot. The note said something to the extent of me hitting him, he has my plates and he took pictures. First off, I may not be the best driver in the world due to the fact that I just started again...but parking is something I am very good at...and being my father son...I'm really anal about parking within the lines and trying to make sure that I'm exactly parallel with the lines. And I am 100% sure I didn't hit the other car...and if I did...I wouldn't have been dumb enough to leave my car there. On the phone later on the other guy INSISTS that I hit him...I assured him that I did not even touch his car, he said "do you have any idea how close you were to my car?! I couldn't even get into my car!" At which point I said - "YOU WERE DOUBLE PARKED" and I forcefully swollowed my rage and left out the "you stupid ass-ramming uncle fucker" part. My own pride of wanting to deal with this on my own, and the fact that I acted too rashly...i.e. not asking my parents or my sister for help before I decided to call this guy showed how woefully inexperienced I am with matters of the real world. And joyously, dealing my own insurance has been a nightmare...those idiots do NOT communicate with each other within the company, and make no effort to help resolve the situation. I initially called the insurance to prevent the other guy from filing a false claim...and I made that VERY explicit when I talked with them. But somehow now they think that I got into an accident, and the adjuster said something to the extent of me having called them is "proof" enough that I hit someone. What do I have to do? Start spelling out the big words for these morons? Please God please God...grant me the power to hunt down and kill all these stupid mother fuckers.
My life is boring and uninteresting and I don't think anyone cares anyway. So I'm voluntarily suspending my blog indefinitely.
In the meantime, I'll try and find the time to comment on everyone else's :P
In the past 48 hours I've gotten 5 hours of sleep...why am I still up? I really can't tell you that.
In 4 hours at UT, this has probably been the worst week I've had so far.
On top of that I broke my glasses, and did something weird to my leg...which hurt...alot.
So the low point, which is actually kind of amusing looking back was this morning at about 6-7am this morning, after pulling all-nighter #2. I was working on my fluids final project and I was trying to find parasitic drag in a textbook so I flipped back to the index to see if it had anything listed about it under drag. This is where it all fell apart...I could NOT find drag in the index of my fluids book...I was flipping out and getting pissed off for about 5 minutes until I realized that drag was spelled d-r-a-g and not d-a-g...sleep deprivation does funny things.
People are stupid hippocrites...especially the assholes in Iraq...seeing headlines like this really annoy me - "Video May Show Iraq CARE Director Being Killed" and then seeing "Shooting of Iraqi in Mosque Angers Muslims".
So it's ok when they kidnap civilian workers who are there to HELP Iraqis, but it's not ok when US soldiers shoot wounded insurrgents who often times will blow themselves up along with whoever else is in the area. What kind of double standard bullshit is that? And that is why they will always be stupid sand monkies...I say nuke the Middle East and take their oil, what are Muslims good for anyway.
Well...school sucks as it usually does, but this semester is just plain bad. The bureaucracy of this school has pissed me off to the point of exploding....I had so mad I was literally shaking....I think I killed a few brain cells that time.
Basically my departmental advisor gave me a load of bullshit and refused to remove a bar of mine, so I went over her helmet and went up to the engineering student affairs office and told them what happened so they called the departmental advisor and suddenly she did a 180 turn said she had “nothing to do with it” and it was between me and the other undergraduate advisor…at that point I was livid with rage…I imagined what it would be like to rip her fucking head off…and it was eerily calming. Adam, the dark side I sense in you. I haven’t really have time to do anything about it further, but some people have told me I should go see the ombudsman since if I went to the Dean of the head of my department, they probably wouldn’t care. So anyone have any further advice? I don’t have time to deal with this shit until later.
On a brighter note, Happy Birthday Pammy! I umm…didn’t forget this year O_o So how old are you in kitty years??
It was vanilla!!! Happy? :P Hehe, I bought some groceries today and bought another thing of vanila ice cream, I will not be denied!!!
After my fourth time to the office about the same problem, I have the refridgerator thing resolved....I marched into releasing office, threatened to chop off the lady's legs and set fire to the office so I could watch her try and drag her stumps outside while she burned...that got her attention....ok. I'm kidding, that was from The Whole Nine Yards. I was annoyed and I pretended I was really pissed off. I got a new refridgerator delivered to my apartment within 20 minutes.
Goes to show you can't be nice and understanding to people like that or else they will bullshit you for as long as they can, you have to lay the smack down and what not.
Well...I don't think I ever told anyone this, but when we first moved into my apartment, the ice maker didn't seem to work so we put in a maintenance request for it. There was a form on my dining room table a day later - quote: "Fixed your ice maker ..." Dot dot dot...wtf is that suppose to mean anyway, I really hate the maintenance guy in our complex, lazy bum. My friend who lives in our complex complains about him too since he works at the Villas on Guadalupe, which is so nice by the way...I went inside there last week. So anyway...still no ice!!! I finally figured out WHY there was no ice...for all I know, the ice maker is working fine...our ghetto refridgerator isn't cold enough to freeze water, I found out from buying a 1/2 gallon of vanilla ice cream and sticking it in the freezer...it as the consistency of melting snow. And yes...the stupid knob is all the way to "coldest"...I'm so tired of people asking me about that...I'm not that stupid.
I was suppose to do homework all weekend so I would be so overloaded this week...but of course I ended up doing almost none of it...it's only Tuesday and it's already been a long hard week...I have a TA session from 6:30-8:30 tonight...and I'm cramming this entry in 5 minutes before I have to go downstairs for lab...boo. Hope everyone is doing better than I am.
Oh, and yay for Leo and Pam visit super weekend! :P
The events of today has made me realize that I have some anger management issues. I've been sick lately...so that wasn't been too enjoyable, the worst is over though and all I have is a lingering cough, I slept for like 12 hours last night...so that helped alot. I think I got sick because I hadn't been getting enough sleep because of school.
I drove to campus today to go to the monopolistic Co-op to buy a book I had been waiting to buy...it was $140 for a new copy...they FINALLY had a used one...so I saved myself $50...to some of you, it may not seem like much...but hey...I'm cheap.
I went by work (RLM) to pick up my cell since I left it there, I picked up some lunch along the way too. I stopped by the lab to say hi to David, eat, and work on my Instrumentation lab write up. After I finished I packed up and left...only to find that some stupid FOB had parked his car BEHIND me next to a curb, I didn't have enough room to back up basically, and the cars next to me were too close for any sort of maneuvering.
Ok...I didn't think it was a problem...I'd call UTPD, and they tow the asshole and I'd be on my merry way...I called UTPD and they sent out one of those fat parking guys...and he said all he could do is give them a ticket...a $25 ticket for illegally parking and blocking me it...I hate those useless fuckers and to think part of my tuition money goes to pay their salary. So I found myself stuck on campus...with a car...with no way to get out...
If I could have channeled my anger into a ball of energy like in DBZ...I would have been big enough to consume and blow up the universe...omg...I was so pissed...
Anyway, people were parking where ever the hell they pleased on Sunday because it's hard to find parking on campus... If it was my own car and not a car that my parents gave me...I would have just forced myself out of that spot...I could have run over that crappy little Corolla behind me anyway in my car.
