8 posts tagged “stupid”
Teens get alcohol from adults, study shows. NO WAY, REALLY? I THOUGHT THEY BOUGHT IT.
I haven't blogged in a couple of days and I feel like it's been forever. I'm so used to writing in this thing.
This weekend was fun. I went home for Father's Day. I got home later on Friday than expected because apparently there were a bunch of events going on here that I was unaware of. I was stuck in the City traffic for an hour and a half, and it took me an hour and a half longer to get home. My dad got his Father's Day gift early. My mom and I got my dad some Reno 911! dvds, which he liked a lot.
My dad got me an early birthday gift and convinced me to open it early (okay, so there wasn't very much convincing on his part). It is a flatscreen, 19-inch LCD TV! AND it's 1080p! My parents still spoil me. The color is really great on it. Now I can play my XBox and not have to squint at what's going on. My parents were making fun of me because they left my gift on my desk, and I was so tired on Friday that I just kind of dropped my bag off in my room without looking around it. Then my dad came in and as a joke pointed to his small fridge that he stores there during the summer and said, "I got you a fridge!" I faked a look of joy and happiness (I thought it was a weird gift since I already have a fridge, but I wanted to be grateful), and my parents made fun of my apparently convincing acting skills. (But I really like my new TV. I wasn't faking that).
This weekend I saw the National Treasure: Book of Secrets, and Semi-Pro. I liked both but I thought the first National Treasure was much better (and slightly more plausible, if that makes any sense at all), and Semi-Pro doesn't hit classic status like Talladega Nights. Other than that, I just relaxed and did errands, like getting synthetic oil put in my truck. It took forever, and Pat and I went through the whole Master of Puppets album before we were finished. The last time I had synthetic oil put into my car was with the first Pearl back in January, and then I got into the wreck three weeks later. So here's to hoping that this round lasts a LOT longer than the first.
This weekend my family and I were in the HEB parking lot, and this woman literally about ran us over when she was backing up. Her windows were open, and we were all pretty nice considering what had about happened. Instead of being contrite for almost, you know, mowing us down with her vehicle, as we were walking away, the woman sarcastically yelled out, "Thanks for your comments, have a nice day!" My dad was laughing and hollered, "We didn't even say anything!" (Patrick later said that he had called her stupid, but I don't remember hearing him say that). But she kept on talking trash and simultaneously backing up without looking. My dad turned around and yelled, "You better pay attention to what you're doing, you're about to hit someone." Sure enough, she was this close to backing into another vehicle. We all had a pretty good laugh about her.
Work has been keeping me busy. I like it.
The run today was good but still quite warm. We did Fartlek intervals, 15 x 200's with a 50-m recovery. I did the Fartleks at a comfortable pace, and I took water breaks in between. I could feel my head pounding a little, which means I didn't drink enough water during the day. It's better to stop and replenish your water and energy instead of trying to look badass and getting sick later.
Lindy dancing lesson tomorrow. Yay!
I'm having company this weekend :) At least I have a working fridge!
My friend Meg officially is on her way to Alaska. I'm going to miss her, she was a good pal to me.
Changes are in the works. Look out, world.
Really, Sharon? That's why all of those innocent men, women, and children died, because of views held by their oppressive government? So ignorant.
Speaking of ignorant, here is a lesson on how NOT to raise public awareness for the tragedy in Burma:
Dear Woman Who Cut Me Off on the Freeway,
Well, I can't say that I haven't made my share of dumb mistakes when driving, but at least I have the brain capacity to know that texting while driving, especially on a freeway, is so fucking stupid that you should be incarcerated for being that dense. I guess sending an "Im on teh freeway now, lolz!" message takes precedence to safe driving habits, which is why you not only cut me off, but were going maybe 15 mph slower than I was when you did. Hey, getting into a collision at 30+ mph was fun enough, so I can't imagine all good times in store if I had rear-ended you at 70 mph. Thanks for that adrenaline rush-I just love slamming on my brakes, especially on a freeway. Thank you for reminding me why I stopped speeding months ago, because if I had been, your car (and mine) would be totaled right now (at the very least). Might I make a friendly recommendation? Please do not operate heavy machinery or make any life-altering decisions until your IQ raises at least another 15 points.
Not sincerely,
Jenny
This week was pretty busy. I'm trying to finish things before they pile up. I didn't get everything that I wanted done, but I got the most important tasks accomplished. So that's good.
So I have another "infamous" story about me. Last night I skipped Creative Writing becauseI didn't feel like workshopping short stories. I wanted to finish up some work in the lab, come home, and watch The Office. It was kind of a busy afternoon in there, because I had to get someone to pick up some questionably radioactive waste. Anyway, I'm in the lab, browsing for some chemicals I had underneath the hood. I had some other chemicals on the floor (a big no-no), and I was wearing my peep toes (another big no-no). At one point I accidentally knocked a bottle over, and it didn't break. "Oh man," I said out loud. "I'm glad it didn't break, that would have sucked ." Did I take that as a sign to go home? NO. Five minutes later, I got up and knocked over a bottle of phenol. If you never had the pleasure of dealing with phenol, it has this sickly sweet, strong odor. The smell was almost overpowering. Also, it is highly poisonous. I went to get help right away since I'd never dealt with this kind of spill. One of the grad students came to help me. I tend to freeze up during emergencies; I didn't freeze up so much in this one, though I did make one error. However, I remembered to get the spill kit, and we used surgical masks so we wouldn't be breathing in too much of the odor.
After we cleaned up the phenol, I still felt weird about leaving until I'd made sure that we had done everything correctly in the clean-up. The smell was still very strong, and there was a phenol residue on the floor. I didn't want the lab exploding or some other far-fetched disaster. I called my advisor but she wasn't available. I tried calling some number listed in the MSDS, and they kept on referring me to ridiculous sources that weren't help. Finally, one of the other grad students called Dr. P, and she came in to investigate. Since she didn't have very much experience with phenol, she called the Health and Safety people. They, in turn, contacted the POLICE DEPARTMENT, FIRE DEPARTMENT, AND EMS.
I was pretty embarrassed by this point. And really wishing I hadn't skipped class.
The excitement ended around 9, during which the hallway had been blocked off by P.D., I'd been interviewed by the officers, and EMS had asked if I wanted to go to the hospital, which I vehemently refused (they checked my vitals to make sure I wasn't poisoned as a precaution, even though the phenol never touched me). I was really grateful for everyone's help, especially to Dr. P for coming over and telling me funny stories from her grad student days to make me feel better about being so clumsy in the lab. Before I left, I stopped by the two grad students to tell them thank you for their help. Now, I'd apologized profusely and thanked these people all night, but I wanted to again, because I really was grateful for all their help and sorry that I'd put them through the trouble. The person who helped me clean...well, let's just say that he has a socialization problem. Instead of saying, "Oh, you're welcome," he said, "Now, what I did? That was the correct way of cleaning up. What you did was overkill." "Yes," I said, "Dr. P already said it was overkill, but we had to do the right thing." This person had already been pushing his limits that night with his weird behavior. But he kept on going. He said, "What you did was overkill. Let me tell you why. Do you remember from freshman chemistry..."
And it was around this time that I thought, "Why the fuck am I letting him patronize me?" I was tired, humiliated, and I'd been stupid enough to skip lunch (all I'd had to eat was 2 bagels and a bag of chips that whole day. Dumb.) And it wasn't like I'd called the police and half of the city on purpose; Dr. P, a lab P.I., someone I respect, called the Safety people, and I obviously respected her decision. And this person was acting like we were both stupid. I usually don't interrupt people but this person had pushed it. Trying to keep my temper, I (rudely) interrupted him in the midst his chemistry lecture and defended my and Dr. P's actions, telling him that if he had been in charge of the work I was doing, he'd want to make sure he was making the correct procedures in cleanup, especially for such a dangerous chemical. He took the hint. Don't mess with me when I'm hungry, bitches.
This morning, when I was meeting with my business group, one of my group members was fighting her laughter when she saw me. She is a dispatcher for the campus police, so she knew exactly what had happened last night. We all had a good laugh about it.
Today I saw my old group member, the one who thought that plagiarizing is an awesome way to contribute to a group. Man, you should have seen the look of pure loathing he gave me as he walked by. Of course, I stared right back, and it turned into those ridiculous staring contests that only end when you pass by the other person. He's a middle-aged man with a PhD; you'd think the hatred would be better directed somewhere else.
Well, I'm going home tomorrow, and I'm excited to see my family because I haven't seen them in three months. Three months! I can't even believe three months has gone by so fast. And don't even get me started on how it's already almost THANKSGIVING, when it seems like I was blogging about my Thanksgiving 2006 break here two months ago. Today I was at the mall getting my mom's birthday gift, and I saw Santa Claus. We waved at each other. It must be boring to be a mall Santa Claus when it's not even Thanksgiving yet.
Well, I need to skidaddle. I'll be home for the whole week, but I'm sure I will blog of some of my adventures then, and my reunion with good old Pearl.
If you compared the typical forum comments in my city newspaper's to, say, CNN's, you would see a major, um, gap. I guess that is the most polite way of putting it.
There was an article recently in our paper about a new upscale shopping center and restaurants being built, and the forum comments were too hilarious not to post. Here is a small sample:
1.
MMMmmmmmmmmmm SOPAPIIIYYYAS!!!!!!!
Split em apart... pour honey or butter AND ENJOY!!!!
AAhhhhh the memories of those funny commercials...
I liked the little flags that you would raise to get a waiter... That was fun...
2.
I just hope it has a nail salon. It's really hard to find a retail center here with a nail salon. That would really be progress if they included a nail salon.
3.
i hope they open a dollar store, a walgreens, and a mcdonalds there. that would be great for me.
4.
The bottom line is this city is run by a bunch of Old farts and middle
aged old fart wannabees who dont want change. A Lot of good good ideas
and projects have been shot down and we once again loose out on some
great tourism/employment/growth opportunities...
5.
Whatever they put there, I'll bet there's a dirty diaper in the parking lot by the time of the grand opening!
6.
(Someone includes a recipe for sopapillas)
7.
Does anyone know why Pancho's close and when exactly did they close.
Thanks.
8.
after reading this worthless article and the most important question on my mind is why did panchos close? the food blew but the sopapillas were awesome. Id go order a dozen all the time....i went the other day and poof! gone.....anyone here know of any other place that sells sopapillas in this city?
9.
WHAT ABOUT THE COMMONS THING...OH I GUESS IT IS NOT IN THE WHRITE NEIGHBORHOOD.
10.
And finally, a voice of reason...
I hate these forums. It's embarrassing that people from around the world can read them.
Well said, my fellow forum poster. Well said.
My group member, the one who decided that ctrl+c was an awesome way to write a paper, now wants me to rewrite the portion he plagiarized.
In the words of Whitney Houston, "Hell to the no."
I saw this well-meaning and unintentionally hilarious bulletin in my dorm this morning, and was strongly reminded of Michael Scott.
