Here's a Thought...
So you go to class maybe once a week. Fine, that's your choice. Don't call me up at 10:30 at night asking what the homework assignment is when you had all spring break to email the professor and ask him yourself. And how about when I say there is no assignment? Dood, you called me, beeeatch, at 10:30 at night. When I say there's no assignment, there's no assignment. End of discussion. Stop talking. Go away. Women. I tell you. Women do not get it.
So you go to class maybe once a week. Fine, that's your choice. Don't call me up at 10:30 at night asking what the homework assignment is when you had all spring break to email the professor and ask him yourself. And how about when I say there is no assignment? Dood, you called me, beeeatch, at 10:30 at night. When I say there's no assignment, there's no assignment. End of discussion. Stop talking. Go away. Women. I tell you. Women do not get it.
Rescue Mission
I did my routine walkthrough of the toy isle at Wally's World today, looking for stray, leftover, rejected, dropped on the floor one too many times, un-loved stuffed animals to adopt. I'd adopt real animals if I could, but the apartment people would not like that. I found many I would love to adopt, but they were happy on their shelves, wanting to stay and wait for a home with real children. So yeah (!!) for stuffed animals :-)
Truely Craptacular
I had a chat with Jammies the other day. Our conversation describes exactly how I'm feeling now.. and will feel for the next week, then I'll be okay. Haa, who am I kidding.
jammie: yeah...i have that feeling in my gut that makes me want to run away...
jammie: i'd imagine we are in the same boat
hieuy: that's not going no where fast enough
jammie: exactly
jammie: except maybe down
hieuy: exactly.
Why?
Why do I feel like crap? Too much to do, and not enough time to do it well. I had time. I had this whole week, but I have no idea where it went.
For Here or To Go
Yesterday, Mike and I went to Micky D's. I ordered my usual: fishfillet, and I added a 4 pack o' nuggets. Finished the nuggets and put the rest of the "hot mustard" on my tartarsauce-less fishfillet. The helium filled blonde in her oversized assistant manager's outfit and antenna headset poked around the corner and said: "Ewww, she's putting the mustard on her fish sandwich!" What the hell?! I bought the sandwich,and it was my hot mustard. Can I not put mustard on my sandwich?! I kept the receipt. I plan on calling the main office and let them know I didn't appreciate their staff being critical of how I choose to eat my sandwich. Next time my sandwich and I are going home.
I did my routine walkthrough of the toy isle at Wally's World today, looking for stray, leftover, rejected, dropped on the floor one too many times, un-loved stuffed animals to adopt. I'd adopt real animals if I could, but the apartment people would not like that. I found many I would love to adopt, but they were happy on their shelves, wanting to stay and wait for a home with real children. So yeah (!!) for stuffed animals :-)
Truely Craptacular
I had a chat with Jammies the other day. Our conversation describes exactly how I'm feeling now.. and will feel for the next week, then I'll be okay. Haa, who am I kidding.
jammie: yeah...i have that feeling in my gut that makes me want to run away...
jammie: i'd imagine we are in the same boat
hieuy: that's not going no where fast enough
jammie: exactly
jammie: except maybe down
hieuy: exactly.
Why?
Why do I feel like crap? Too much to do, and not enough time to do it well. I had time. I had this whole week, but I have no idea where it went.
For Here or To Go
Yesterday, Mike and I went to Micky D's. I ordered my usual: fishfillet, and I added a 4 pack o' nuggets. Finished the nuggets and put the rest of the "hot mustard" on my tartarsauce-less fishfillet. The helium filled blonde in her oversized assistant manager's outfit and antenna headset poked around the corner and said: "Ewww, she's putting the mustard on her fish sandwich!" What the hell?! I bought the sandwich,and it was my hot mustard. Can I not put mustard on my sandwich?! I kept the receipt. I plan on calling the main office and let them know I didn't appreciate their staff being critical of how I choose to eat my sandwich. Next time my sandwich and I are going home.
Tears
Tears of the Sun wasn't the movie I thought it would be. I won't waste my readers time to say anymore than this: Saving Private Ryan without a Ryan, a plot, or a point. I was able to predict the movie once we got to the "turning point" shall we say. Not a good sign.
Tears of the Sun wasn't the movie I thought it would be. I won't waste my readers time to say anymore than this: Saving Private Ryan without a Ryan, a plot, or a point. I was able to predict the movie once we got to the "turning point" shall we say. Not a good sign.
Samba's
The wind was blowing something fierce. Debris flying everywhere. I was lead quickly to an unassuming little shop towards the end of the building. Once there, I was told not to look to my sides but to follow and head straight to the rear, to a much smaller room, well hidden behind all the pretty colors and paraphernalia. And there in the corner, tucked away in the shadows, sat two pairs of these fabled shoes that could change my world. I slipped them on and... heaven. Even without socks, they fit as if they'd known my feet for years. wow. Needless to say, they're home with me now. We're waiting to go on our first date.
The wind was blowing something fierce. Debris flying everywhere. I was lead quickly to an unassuming little shop towards the end of the building. Once there, I was told not to look to my sides but to follow and head straight to the rear, to a much smaller room, well hidden behind all the pretty colors and paraphernalia. And there in the corner, tucked away in the shadows, sat two pairs of these fabled shoes that could change my world. I slipped them on and... heaven. Even without socks, they fit as if they'd known my feet for years. wow. Needless to say, they're home with me now. We're waiting to go on our first date.
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iHop. If anything, it’s definitely an experience that should be had on a regular basis. It takes you away from reality as you know it and transports you to a place without time where everything is done to the extreme. It’s an experience best had in the wee hours of the am. Last night, and on into this morning, I got to share this experience with my friend Michael. His company made it all the more exciting for me as it was filled with much Hieumor and great conversation. Thanks again Michael!!
China & Cheese
The first time I came to the iHop here in SCP (stinky cold place), I was fortunate enough to be enlightened as to the general emotional state of Asian people such as my self. In particular, that “Chinese folk, you can’t tell if they’re happy or mad, they’re always smiling”. Last night, our wait staff person, “Steven”, was puzzled that I requested my ‘custom’ omelets sans coagulated dairy products. I informed him that I do not eat pizza either, because of the dairy additions. He chimed back, awful proud of his useless knowledge, that pizza was infact a Chinese invention. Of course I heard: “Pizza is Chinese and therefore YOU must eat it as you are Chinese, and you WILL have cheese on your omelet.” After a short pause, I decided to let him know that I was not Chinese. He seemed even more puzzled: How can you not be, you look just like them! He asked and I told him that I was Vietnamese. He bubbled up again and said “Chow!” I guess that was better than asking if I eat dog meat. I really didn’t know what to say, so I said “Hi” back. Do people think it’s a good thing to greet a foreign-looking person with a massacred version of their formal “hello”? I don’t walk into my professors’ office draped in a bed sheet spouting off what little I know of Arabic to try to make an impression. I wonder if I should’ve just told him I was Nigerian. I think if I go to iHop enough, I could write an informative pamphlet on being Chinese.
Do you work here?
So, we’re sitting there and I ran out of salsa, $0.75 salsa at that!! (Where do they come up with two tablespoons of Pace Picante Sauce being 75 cents!!) A khaki clad lady walks up and asks us how we were and if I needed more salsa. Of course I did. But she wasn’t wearing a bib, a nametag, or the terry clothe armband the other wait staff people were wearing and Michael pointed out – does she work here? For all I know, she could be anti-Chinese-looking people and was gonna lace my expensive salsa with something horrible.
Cops flirting with staff
Cops and I don’t get along. They make me nervous, and I seem to raise their suspicions. Although if one is a cute asian wait person at iHop you’ll have your ass lovingly slapped by a local cop on his way out.
Hats
In the military it’s bad to wear your hat to the dinner table. I was never in the military but I was a military person’s kid so I got the residuals and it bugs me when people wear their hats to dinner. But *low and behold*, go to iHop and by all means wear your hat, not just any hat, but one that covers square footage past your shoulders.
Boobs and Skin that should not be seen in public
Why?! WHY do women think that they can wear some of the things that they wear?! I want to ask, excuse me, but can you not feel the draft blowing atop your butt-crack? How about the fact that your breasts are resting half nekkid atop your beer gut?! At iHop, women freely roam about with much nipplage making their showtime debut. They have no problem exposing their protruding guts and glaring ass-cracks in such a public and well lighted place. A small note to you women The Victoria’s Secret models can pull it off because their body fat percentage is ½ their shoe size, not twice their waist.
And that's all tonight for my ihop rantings. I shall write more as the eventful goodness of my spring break days unfold. Much love to you my friends, and much good juju your way. To those of you that are the source of my amusement, keep on keeping on.
iHop. If anything, it’s definitely an experience that should be had on a regular basis. It takes you away from reality as you know it and transports you to a place without time where everything is done to the extreme. It’s an experience best had in the wee hours of the am. Last night, and on into this morning, I got to share this experience with my friend Michael. His company made it all the more exciting for me as it was filled with much Hieumor and great conversation. Thanks again Michael!!
China & Cheese
The first time I came to the iHop here in SCP (stinky cold place), I was fortunate enough to be enlightened as to the general emotional state of Asian people such as my self. In particular, that “Chinese folk, you can’t tell if they’re happy or mad, they’re always smiling”. Last night, our wait staff person, “Steven”, was puzzled that I requested my ‘custom’ omelets sans coagulated dairy products. I informed him that I do not eat pizza either, because of the dairy additions. He chimed back, awful proud of his useless knowledge, that pizza was infact a Chinese invention. Of course I heard: “Pizza is Chinese and therefore YOU must eat it as you are Chinese, and you WILL have cheese on your omelet.” After a short pause, I decided to let him know that I was not Chinese. He seemed even more puzzled: How can you not be, you look just like them! He asked and I told him that I was Vietnamese. He bubbled up again and said “Chow!” I guess that was better than asking if I eat dog meat. I really didn’t know what to say, so I said “Hi” back. Do people think it’s a good thing to greet a foreign-looking person with a massacred version of their formal “hello”? I don’t walk into my professors’ office draped in a bed sheet spouting off what little I know of Arabic to try to make an impression. I wonder if I should’ve just told him I was Nigerian. I think if I go to iHop enough, I could write an informative pamphlet on being Chinese.
Do you work here?
So, we’re sitting there and I ran out of salsa, $0.75 salsa at that!! (Where do they come up with two tablespoons of Pace Picante Sauce being 75 cents!!) A khaki clad lady walks up and asks us how we were and if I needed more salsa. Of course I did. But she wasn’t wearing a bib, a nametag, or the terry clothe armband the other wait staff people were wearing and Michael pointed out – does she work here? For all I know, she could be anti-Chinese-looking people and was gonna lace my expensive salsa with something horrible.
Cops flirting with staff
Cops and I don’t get along. They make me nervous, and I seem to raise their suspicions. Although if one is a cute asian wait person at iHop you’ll have your ass lovingly slapped by a local cop on his way out.
Hats
In the military it’s bad to wear your hat to the dinner table. I was never in the military but I was a military person’s kid so I got the residuals and it bugs me when people wear their hats to dinner. But *low and behold*, go to iHop and by all means wear your hat, not just any hat, but one that covers square footage past your shoulders.
Boobs and Skin that should not be seen in public
Why?! WHY do women think that they can wear some of the things that they wear?! I want to ask, excuse me, but can you not feel the draft blowing atop your butt-crack? How about the fact that your breasts are resting half nekkid atop your beer gut?! At iHop, women freely roam about with much nipplage making their showtime debut. They have no problem exposing their protruding guts and glaring ass-cracks in such a public and well lighted place. A small note to you women The Victoria’s Secret models can pull it off because their body fat percentage is ½ their shoe size, not twice their waist.
And that's all tonight for my ihop rantings. I shall write more as the eventful goodness of my spring break days unfold. Much love to you my friends, and much good juju your way. To those of you that are the source of my amusement, keep on keeping on.
Therapuhyootick
Last semester I put a lot of grey matter refuse into this thing, and it really helped. This semester, I haven't done so, and I really need to. Keeping things to myself isn't healthy. So here we go.
I love my daddy. He tried hard to raise his three little munchkins, and I think when he looks back at us, he wonders where he went wrong. He's always telling me how he feels "sick"; that "sick" that only my dad can feel. The kind that makes him not able to work. Like me when I'm craving sushi and the nearest roll is miles away - I can't do anything. He says he feels bad because one kid is intelligent, living his dream, but can't take care of a simple house hold issue. One is intelligent and beautiful, but if her head wasn't attached as it is, she would have lost it by now. The last one is not so bright in the academic sense, but she'll survive if drop shipped butt naked into a remote island with nothing but her keychain and a paperclip and requires nothing of him. We'll he didn't say it like that, but he almost did. I didn't have the heart to tell him my highest test grade this semester was in the 80's. eugh, that would break his heart. I did tell him about my Mech grade, only because we get a retake.
But you know, Dr. E was right. Do the homework yourself you'll atleast get a 75.. And that is exactly what happened. Well, I'm retaking the test, which means I have to study. But I need to make time to work. I got reprimanded for not going anywhere with my "research" which has turned into more of a guessing game. I think I'm lost. Eugh. not a good feeling. Maybe I'll run to campus and force myself to work some. Maybe grab some coffee if someone calls.. Or maybe go hang outside where it's nice for a change.
I came across a thought today: One shouldn't settle for what they have to live with. If you have to live with something, you should make sure it is exactly what you want. And why not? You deserve it. No, you can't have everything, but you don't have to accept everything that's given to you either.
Last semester I put a lot of grey matter refuse into this thing, and it really helped. This semester, I haven't done so, and I really need to. Keeping things to myself isn't healthy. So here we go.
I love my daddy. He tried hard to raise his three little munchkins, and I think when he looks back at us, he wonders where he went wrong. He's always telling me how he feels "sick"; that "sick" that only my dad can feel. The kind that makes him not able to work. Like me when I'm craving sushi and the nearest roll is miles away - I can't do anything. He says he feels bad because one kid is intelligent, living his dream, but can't take care of a simple house hold issue. One is intelligent and beautiful, but if her head wasn't attached as it is, she would have lost it by now. The last one is not so bright in the academic sense, but she'll survive if drop shipped butt naked into a remote island with nothing but her keychain and a paperclip and requires nothing of him. We'll he didn't say it like that, but he almost did. I didn't have the heart to tell him my highest test grade this semester was in the 80's. eugh, that would break his heart. I did tell him about my Mech grade, only because we get a retake.
But you know, Dr. E was right. Do the homework yourself you'll atleast get a 75.. And that is exactly what happened. Well, I'm retaking the test, which means I have to study. But I need to make time to work. I got reprimanded for not going anywhere with my "research" which has turned into more of a guessing game. I think I'm lost. Eugh. not a good feeling. Maybe I'll run to campus and force myself to work some. Maybe grab some coffee if someone calls.. Or maybe go hang outside where it's nice for a change.
I came across a thought today: One shouldn't settle for what they have to live with. If you have to live with something, you should make sure it is exactly what you want. And why not? You deserve it. No, you can't have everything, but you don't have to accept everything that's given to you either.
Spring Break
Which loosely translate to a week to work non-stop without the inconvenience of having to go to class. *hee hee*
I really want to start up another blog and do a PAW project (Picture A Week). My favorite is by Godfrey DiGiorgi, he also has a Spider, and he works at Apple, so he's all kinds of way cool.
I had to stop by MickyD's today to get some food today. Apparently, in other places (not SCP), Micky D's offers wireless web connectivity. CuriousLee got to experience it with his fish fillet. My fish fillet came with 3 packs of ketchup.
what number are you?
this quiz by orsa
Which loosely translate to a week to work non-stop without the inconvenience of having to go to class. *hee hee*
I really want to start up another blog and do a PAW project (Picture A Week). My favorite is by Godfrey DiGiorgi, he also has a Spider, and he works at Apple, so he's all kinds of way cool.
I had to stop by MickyD's today to get some food today. Apparently, in other places (not SCP), Micky D's offers wireless web connectivity. CuriousLee got to experience it with his fish fillet. My fish fillet came with 3 packs of ketchup.
what number are you?
this quiz by orsa
Happy Birthday to Meeee
Kick-Ass Kelly and Mike made me dinner last night complete with steak, p'taters, and salad. I also got my very own I (heart) Monkey socks!!! Woo hoo!! Innit great when your friends just know you so well!! Now me and Julius are gonna go out on the town and profess our luv to the world.
Kick-Ass Kelly and Mike made me dinner last night complete with steak, p'taters, and salad. I also got my very own I (heart) Monkey socks!!! Woo hoo!! Innit great when your friends just know you so well!! Now me and Julius are gonna go out on the town and profess our luv to the world.
Sleep is for the WEAK
So, I haven't slept since Saturday. But that's okay. For the past two weeks while I've been stopped up and pressurized, I slept way more than I needed to. And my homework suffered. I'll have to dig deep into the grey matter for the rest of the semester to pull off my A's. I'll die doing it if I have to. By golly. There's no way I can allow myself to leave this semster with a B. Crikey, it's Tech of all places. Sending love to my peeps. Luv you peeps. Marshmellow and otherwise.
So, I haven't slept since Saturday. But that's okay. For the past two weeks while I've been stopped up and pressurized, I slept way more than I needed to. And my homework suffered. I'll have to dig deep into the grey matter for the rest of the semester to pull off my A's. I'll die doing it if I have to. By golly. There's no way I can allow myself to leave this semster with a B. Crikey, it's Tech of all places. Sending love to my peeps. Luv you peeps. Marshmellow and otherwise.
Inspiration Takes you anywhere you want to be
years of college: 4
hours of sleep a night: 3
hours on campus a day: 12
being able to buy a car like this after i get that jobby job: priceless
I LOVE the wheels Johnny, they're awesome! *drool*
years of college: 4
hours of sleep a night: 3
hours on campus a day: 12
being able to buy a car like this after i get that jobby job: priceless
I LOVE the wheels Johnny, they're awesome! *drool*
Saaweeet
I had my interview with Lockheed Martin - Aero today, woo hoo! My first real jobby job type interview. I think it went well, thanks to all you guys who sent good jujus. If anything, I know at the minimum I looked damned good. Well, I guess anything is damn good when it's not t-shirts and jeans.
I hope I did as well on my Materials exam. Which reminds me I need to get some hours in for work. Which also reminds me of all the other stuff I have to do. You think I'd be smart and limit my extracurricular activities, but nooo, I'm actually thinking of doing an Old Guard presentation. My goodness. I don't even have time to sleep and the semester is half over.
What I wanna know: Why is it men freely point out "hey, you look tired" or "dude, are you okay, you look sick" but when you put an effort into your looks all they do is smile. Why can't they open their mouths and say something nice like "you look nice today".
On a side note, brass filings are bad. Bad bad bad. You hear me Jarret? Bad!
On a happy note, I've been blessed with good karma!!
I had my interview with Lockheed Martin - Aero today, woo hoo! My first real jobby job type interview. I think it went well, thanks to all you guys who sent good jujus. If anything, I know at the minimum I looked damned good. Well, I guess anything is damn good when it's not t-shirts and jeans.
I hope I did as well on my Materials exam. Which reminds me I need to get some hours in for work. Which also reminds me of all the other stuff I have to do. You think I'd be smart and limit my extracurricular activities, but nooo, I'm actually thinking of doing an Old Guard presentation. My goodness. I don't even have time to sleep and the semester is half over.
What I wanna know: Why is it men freely point out "hey, you look tired" or "dude, are you okay, you look sick" but when you put an effort into your looks all they do is smile. Why can't they open their mouths and say something nice like "you look nice today".
On a side note, brass filings are bad. Bad bad bad. You hear me Jarret? Bad!
On a happy note, I've been blessed with good karma!!
Toosdey
I think I'm gonna order my class ring this semester. Didn't ever get one in high school, but then I never really worked myself to the bone for anything in high school either. This time, the educational endevour deserves to be recognized with a piece of precious metal on my finger, woohaa!
My sinus blockage is still here, but I have mastered the art of the nap . I feel soo much better and I get more done in the less time that I'm awake than I did when I was awake all the time. Haa haa, I don't think this is going to last. Sooner or later stress will catch up with me, and I'll stop sleeping again like a bad habit.
Observation: People are interesting. They can surprise you with their wisdom, their honesty, and their willingness to help you out even if you're practically a stranger to them. And some can surprise you with their manipulation skills. I'm not a people person as people tend to scare me. I do talk to a lot of people, I'm not shy, but I don't like people in general. A good lot of them let me down. They are a minority, but still. I have to get used to it, I guess -- being the real world and all.
I think I'm gonna order my class ring this semester. Didn't ever get one in high school, but then I never really worked myself to the bone for anything in high school either. This time, the educational endevour deserves to be recognized with a piece of precious metal on my finger, woohaa!
My sinus blockage is still here, but I have mastered the art of the nap . I feel soo much better and I get more done in the less time that I'm awake than I did when I was awake all the time. Haa haa, I don't think this is going to last. Sooner or later stress will catch up with me, and I'll stop sleeping again like a bad habit.
Observation: People are interesting. They can surprise you with their wisdom, their honesty, and their willingness to help you out even if you're practically a stranger to them. And some can surprise you with their manipulation skills. I'm not a people person as people tend to scare me. I do talk to a lot of people, I'm not shy, but I don't like people in general. A good lot of them let me down. They are a minority, but still. I have to get used to it, I guess -- being the real world and all.
Sleep
I guess I finally have to admit that I have a sleeping disorder. For weeks at a time I can go with less than 1/2 of what is recommended, and then all of the sudden I sleep for days and don't even know it. Yeah, can't say that's a good thing. But I'm not the only one with a sleep disorder, they even have a National Sleep Awareness Week thing going on, brought to you by the Sleep Foundation.
*sighs* This semester is not going so well. I actually got sick, didn't get sick last year. I'm alone, being alone is more painful when one is sick. But I did get out to meet new people this semester, and that's good I guess. I'm also far behind in school work. Then again, I'm never really ahead, no matter how "ahead" I try to get myself. One good thing so far is that I've kept my new year's resolution not to feel so negative towards people (I tend to not like people). I'm still losing weight and that's also good. And I've taken my ugly flat serve to a new level -- consistent. Well, the "it'll get worse" part of my sore throat is here. I feel like mushed potatoes going cold sitting on a kitchen counter. Here's another observation: Over the counter drugs make me mildly depressed, it's either that, or not breathe. Not to worry, I'll feel better soon.
I guess I finally have to admit that I have a sleeping disorder. For weeks at a time I can go with less than 1/2 of what is recommended, and then all of the sudden I sleep for days and don't even know it. Yeah, can't say that's a good thing. But I'm not the only one with a sleep disorder, they even have a National Sleep Awareness Week thing going on, brought to you by the Sleep Foundation.
*sighs* This semester is not going so well. I actually got sick, didn't get sick last year. I'm alone, being alone is more painful when one is sick. But I did get out to meet new people this semester, and that's good I guess. I'm also far behind in school work. Then again, I'm never really ahead, no matter how "ahead" I try to get myself. One good thing so far is that I've kept my new year's resolution not to feel so negative towards people (I tend to not like people). I'm still losing weight and that's also good. And I've taken my ugly flat serve to a new level -- consistent. Well, the "it'll get worse" part of my sore throat is here. I feel like mushed potatoes going cold sitting on a kitchen counter. Here's another observation: Over the counter drugs make me mildly depressed, it's either that, or not breathe. Not to worry, I'll feel better soon.
