Random Thoughts of the Week: October 26th-November 1st
I’m terrible at talking on the phone and I hate it! It doesn’t matter who I’m talking to it just does not work for me. I’m the type of person who doesn’t say anything if I don’t have anything to say; I don’t talk just to fill the silence. I can handle silences in person, but over the phone it just seems super weird.
You know what’s weird to me? Seeing Asians smoke. I don’t know why, but that’s a weird concept to me. I just don’t see it often.
I love when I get a professor who has a sense of humor. My history professor called the wife of a Roman commander a whore. That’s quality teaching right there.
The guy driving in front of me had his windshield wipers on full power; he wasn’t cleaning his windshield and it wasn’t raining.
My mom asked me to look up what time a place closed, and their website said 11am-close. Well that’s super helpful. I guess you just have to hope you make it before they decide its closing time.
How do people not know how to sweep? A girl I work with doesn’t and some girl at Yogurt Story was not capable of it either. It’s not rocket science.
I love when middle aged people, mainly my mom and her friends, apologize for cussing. Yes, I’m extremely offended by what you’re saying, my virgin ears can’t handle it.
I asked a guy in my group if he turned in a form we needed and he said he hadn’t. I then asked if there was a deadline we needed to meet and he said, “November 7th is still two weeks away.” That’s not what I fucking asked you! I have a calendar, I don’t need you to remind me. Pshh, trying to make me seem like I’m being unreasonable by asking if he’s turned in a form we NEED to turn in. Sorry I’m the only one who apparently cares about this project, asshole.
Facebook keeps putting an ad in my newsfeed reminding me to sign up for the GRE. Give it up Facebook, I’m not going to grad school. Hop up off!
I can’t stand people who smoke in public places (bars). Just because you’re ok with smelling like an ashtray doesn’t mean that I am.
One good thing about being out late and completely sober is driving home and looking at the shit people have gotten themselves into. You know when someone is surrounded by 4 cop cars that they’re in some deep shit. Here, you’ll need some of this…
My sister and I pulled into the drive thru and when we got to the window the lady is talking on her cell phone; while holding our bag of food she says, “hold on.” After about a minute she gives us the food and says, “sorry for the wait.”
I tried studying for a test after moving into my house all day (8am-9pm); I got through about 2 pages and next thing I know I’m drooling all over myself.
I went to the campus bookstore to get a tassel for graduation and the guy told me they had a bling tassel if I wanted that. I can’t tell you how excited I was to hear that!
To the guy who had to borrow my pen because the only thing he brought to class was a coke and a package of starbursts, which he unwrapped and smacked like a camel throughout the whole class: