The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)HighLevel 2 (Lustful)HighLevel 3 (Gluttonous)LowLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)HighLevel 6 - The City of Dis ( Read more... )

Maybe it's because I'm now surrounded by women 5 days a week, but it's becoming ever increasingly clear to me that women are fucking nuts ( Read more... )

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It really, really is funny: I'm trying so hard to be more outgoing for my vet school career. I suppose I'm doing well. A handful of people have described me in various terms ammounting to "outgoing" or "friendly." The thing is, none of them know me from undergrad or high school, so they have no idea the strain this effort puts on me. And none ( Read more... )

Ok, let's see, Hawaii. Kuaii, in particular, never gets boring. No matter how many time you go there, it's still a picturesque, idealic beauty. Unfortunately, a poor-fitting pair of fins had me moving through idealic beauty with a limp ( Read more... )

On Saturday I leave for Hawaii, I'm there for two weeks, I come home, I put my shit in my car, and I drive to Pullman. It really isn't right to be so down about going to a tropical paradise. There's just so much I'm not sure I'm ready for with regard to vet school. Plus I have to remember to register for classes while I'm on the island ( Read more... )

If you ever want to lose respect for a business, take a look at their internal inspection forms. The one for Subway is kinda odd. Most of it's straightforward and important stuff: foods kept at safe temperatures, surfaces kept clean and sanitary, etc. But the customer interaction stuff is kinda silly. Employees are expected to greet customers ( Read more... )

Haha, I love a challenge. But seriously, I was working and this attractive high school-senior-looking couple came in. So I make their sandwhiches and ring them up and the girl hands me a discount card. Whatever, we get plenty of those, mostly from the high schools. So, I look at the card to see what it is, and I don't recognize it. The text is ( Read more... )

Really, they should just call it, "Fuck you, loser"-wage. I'll be working 40 hours this week, which, before taxes, will net me $294. That's not even a month's rent. And for that I'm working 5 nights and one afternoon, dealing with sandwhich-eating jerks in a building that maintains 80 degrees F. Today, I nearly passed out. There's about 4 ( Read more... )

There was a run of about 3 separate pairs of crazy people this evening ( Read more... )