New Years:
Resolutions:
1) Gym and running for a quarter. I know i'll go to the gym really frequently since its the end of break and im fat now, but i need to continue it for a long time is the thing. at least 10 weeks for christs sake.
2) Pass math, continue to do good in chem and physics. Mebbe better.
3) More time at library. It aint so bad.
4) Learn to surf. I have a wetsuit now. Gotta use it.
5) Go to the east coast.
6) Not come home all of spring break.
7) Costa Rica by spring 09.
8) Get a job. Cool one? Hopefully. But i need steady money.
9) Kick that snotnosed motherfucker's ass. Yea. That guy who ripped up our flag and started shit. It's on.
10) Stop pretending like things are sunny. I smack talk too much to be so cordial to people. I want to get comfortable with actively and gracefully not caring when someone walks in the room.
11) What do you think? Tell meh summin.
Omgomgomg. Concerning number 6, I really just dont want to go home at all this year. Spring break. Then summer school. Then thxgiving. Then winter break. My parents are really starting to annoy me. Starting? Sorry, fulfilled their mission to annoy me. My mom asks me if im hungry like every 4 seconds. It would be funny or cute if it wasnt every day 40 times a day and if she didnt always end the convo with 'i guess you changed'. No mom. Sometimes i will have coffee if i feel like it. Sometimes i will eat breakfast if i feel like it. Sometimes i dont like it when you ask me stupid questions. Sometimes i dont like when you do stupid things in public or in front of my friends. Get over it. And then dad. Constantly hostile. Never friendly. I realized that I dont actually know who he is. I mean. He's my dad and he's a dick. But thats now. He used to be a real person. With emotions and friends and stories. He does tell stories. But only benign ones. He doesnt tell me anything that offers real insight into who he was. And i know he has those stories because i've tried to talk to him about them. I mean, his right hand has been crippled from birth. Thats a big deal. But he never, ever talks to me about it. Okay, fine. Sore subject. But im his son. I should be able to have a convo with my dad about something so influential in his life. but i just get yelled at. Fuck him. I dont want to come back to this house for spring break. I dont want to come back in the summer. I dont want to come back for thanksgiving. I dont want to come back for next winter break. I want a year off from my family. Is that asking alot? maybe. I'll probably get a little homesick. But for serial, i need them off my back.
happy new year
Monday, December 31, 2007
Monday, December 03, 2007
Oh Yea
I also don't like freshmen. It's not that i dont like freshmen, really, it's more that I just changed my major and now i share a whole fuckload of classes with smartass punks who just got out of apchem and apcalc. Today, I hate that kid in my chemlab. You know, one of those kids who needs to show you how smart and able he is every time he talks to you. Every lab he has to talk about how he did all of this in highschool because he had the hardest teacher ever and now chem is hella easy for everybody. "I mean, we haven't even discussed multiple equilibria *snort*" Shut the fuck up, kid. I hate chemistry. Im going to get this class over as soon as i fucking can and i might end up shoving my fist up your nose. And then today really set me off. "I want to be a (insert chem career here) so when i get out of grad school i'll make 150k right off the bat. Unless of course i was a (insert another chem career here) then i'd probably make, yknow, 125k - 180k. I'll have to decide soon. But i guess it doesnt really matter anyway. I'm in this frat, see, called AEPi and when i do important things in my life I'll be really well connected and be really successful in life." I understand the concept of being well connected because you're from a frat. I'm not even bothered by it too much. And cmon, levi's in aepi, i dont have a problem with frats. they provide attention, beer, and mistake sex to iv's uggos and sluts. and again, the bragging isn't too hard to handle on a weekly basis, but who the fuck is bragging about 8 years in the future? what does this kid have to prove to the class? maybe he wanted to impress my ta. whatever. nick's chill, it's not hard to do.
agh. point is, i hate the kid.
agh. point is, i hate the kid.
Fuckin Retards
i really dont like stupid people. but we all do so i'll skip that part. i was thinking more along the lines of telling people that they're stupid. it's pretty hard. and it makes you angry. all this is summed up by their only response. 'im not stupid!'
it's pretty hard to counter that when you're making your point to the stupid person in question. rather than tell you what they did that day that required any brain power, they just assert that they are 'not stupid'. they dont even have to be book stupid, and when you're in college, it's generally not they case. more often than not, they can be common sense stupid, or linguistically stupid, or socially stupid or whatever. these are hard to prove because you end up trying to reenact a situation or encounter when it really was a 'you had to be there' moment.
and there's more. even if you successfully show the person that they are stupid and you present clear and valid arguments, you still have to get past the defense mechanisms set up by the human brain. it's difficult for someone to believe they're stupid because that would go against instinct. most people know that the only reason that humans survived is because humans are smart. so what happens to a dumb human? it dies. people dont want to consider themselves as potential deadguys. that would be depressing. if the lesson stuck, they would be broken human beings reading dontkillyourself books (if they are literate) and continue shuffling silently through their lives until they die. and then you look at yourself and realize that you just broke somebody and what do you do then, douchebag?
i've decided that convincing people they're stupid doesnt really work. and even if it did, you'd be a douchebag. bumconclusion, but homework awaits.
(hey also, fuck you guys. conclusions are for essays to reiterate your points and bring up new questions to be answered or possible areas of research. did you read the rest of my fucking blog? can you wait until the next time i talk about stupid people to answer any retarded points you might want to bring up? make your own fucking conclusion, you fucking dicks)
it's pretty hard to counter that when you're making your point to the stupid person in question. rather than tell you what they did that day that required any brain power, they just assert that they are 'not stupid'. they dont even have to be book stupid, and when you're in college, it's generally not they case. more often than not, they can be common sense stupid, or linguistically stupid, or socially stupid or whatever. these are hard to prove because you end up trying to reenact a situation or encounter when it really was a 'you had to be there' moment.
and there's more. even if you successfully show the person that they are stupid and you present clear and valid arguments, you still have to get past the defense mechanisms set up by the human brain. it's difficult for someone to believe they're stupid because that would go against instinct. most people know that the only reason that humans survived is because humans are smart. so what happens to a dumb human? it dies. people dont want to consider themselves as potential deadguys. that would be depressing. if the lesson stuck, they would be broken human beings reading dontkillyourself books (if they are literate) and continue shuffling silently through their lives until they die. and then you look at yourself and realize that you just broke somebody and what do you do then, douchebag?
i've decided that convincing people they're stupid doesnt really work. and even if it did, you'd be a douchebag. bumconclusion, but homework awaits.
(hey also, fuck you guys. conclusions are for essays to reiterate your points and bring up new questions to be answered or possible areas of research. did you read the rest of my fucking blog? can you wait until the next time i talk about stupid people to answer any retarded points you might want to bring up? make your own fucking conclusion, you fucking dicks)
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