Happiness is a warm puppy...
Well my freedom is pretty much over now...
I started up my classes again. I'm going to get out of this black hole dammit. Someday. *sigh*... So in the mean-time I'm stuck listening to a prof who seems to be rather violently opposed to humanity's over-population. Interesting to hear someone basically cheering for diseases to wipe out one-fourth of the world's population. Well for the first minute.
Also want to give a big fuck you to CSUF for cancelling their summer classes and forcing FCC to become a mad house. Parking is atrocious. Supposedly the parking lot filled up at 7:30. I guess I'm going to have to get up earlier.
In other news, I start back up at my old job tomarrow. I needed the money, but damn... I hate that place with an all-consuming passion. But they now have chicks there. Attractive ones too. I was fairly amazed. Still doesn't make up for having people yell at me to fix their fucking car for minimum wage. Okay, it's not minimum wage, but it damn near feels like it.
On the WoW front... I now have more alts then I can effectively play. And it's really sad as I'm the only one that logs on anymore. Yes, I'm looking at you slackers.
Last weekend consisted mostly of me being bored, broke, and taking shots of whiskey while channeling Donnie. Skipped out on a family reunion, but the fuckers have one like twice a month. Of course they asked about me. But since... well, all of you don't know my extended family, here's the jist: They're assholes. Lorded over by the grand asshole herself: my grandmother.
These people talk incessantly, and the only compliment is back handed. Always trying to get a word in to put down another. Mean people, raised by a mean mother. It's a form of protection and a coping skill for the children (my aunts and uncles)... but you guys know me. I don't talk much. So I make a great target cuz I don't fight back. I could take it, if there was just something I had in common with these people. Outside of Christmas (when I could talk about the college football season with them) I just have nothing. I doubt they could define theme or irony if their life depended upon it. Then again I could probably care less about what's the proper fertilizer for grapes.
The fact that I'm 25 without a kid is like the worst sin in the world to them. I'd rather not explain to them the reasons why I'm a jaded and cynical bastard. It'd only give them more ammo to throw at me.
Oh well.
And as long as I'm being a chatty bitch, has anyone ever had the moment where you realize you're now much smarter then your own parent? Happened when I last had a long talk with my mother. She loves me, she does. Just when I start talking ethics with her, she has the gall to fucking patronize me and tell me I'll have to grow up one day. Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick... people like Aristole, Niccolo Machiavelli, and Bertrand Russell paved the cornerstones of my path and last time I checked, they weren't exactly immature. I was being treated like I was a freshman at Bullard again. Every point I made was deflected with this sort of self-assured motherly wisdom. So I was forced to retreat to my Bullard reaction and just shut up and say "I don't know" to everything she said. It was pathetic.
I started up my classes again. I'm going to get out of this black hole dammit. Someday. *sigh*... So in the mean-time I'm stuck listening to a prof who seems to be rather violently opposed to humanity's over-population. Interesting to hear someone basically cheering for diseases to wipe out one-fourth of the world's population. Well for the first minute.
Also want to give a big fuck you to CSUF for cancelling their summer classes and forcing FCC to become a mad house. Parking is atrocious. Supposedly the parking lot filled up at 7:30. I guess I'm going to have to get up earlier.
In other news, I start back up at my old job tomarrow. I needed the money, but damn... I hate that place with an all-consuming passion. But they now have chicks there. Attractive ones too. I was fairly amazed. Still doesn't make up for having people yell at me to fix their fucking car for minimum wage. Okay, it's not minimum wage, but it damn near feels like it.
On the WoW front... I now have more alts then I can effectively play. And it's really sad as I'm the only one that logs on anymore. Yes, I'm looking at you slackers.
Last weekend consisted mostly of me being bored, broke, and taking shots of whiskey while channeling Donnie. Skipped out on a family reunion, but the fuckers have one like twice a month. Of course they asked about me. But since... well, all of you don't know my extended family, here's the jist: They're assholes. Lorded over by the grand asshole herself: my grandmother.
These people talk incessantly, and the only compliment is back handed. Always trying to get a word in to put down another. Mean people, raised by a mean mother. It's a form of protection and a coping skill for the children (my aunts and uncles)... but you guys know me. I don't talk much. So I make a great target cuz I don't fight back. I could take it, if there was just something I had in common with these people. Outside of Christmas (when I could talk about the college football season with them) I just have nothing. I doubt they could define theme or irony if their life depended upon it. Then again I could probably care less about what's the proper fertilizer for grapes.
The fact that I'm 25 without a kid is like the worst sin in the world to them. I'd rather not explain to them the reasons why I'm a jaded and cynical bastard. It'd only give them more ammo to throw at me.
Oh well.
And as long as I'm being a chatty bitch, has anyone ever had the moment where you realize you're now much smarter then your own parent? Happened when I last had a long talk with my mother. She loves me, she does. Just when I start talking ethics with her, she has the gall to fucking patronize me and tell me I'll have to grow up one day. Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick... people like Aristole, Niccolo Machiavelli, and Bertrand Russell paved the cornerstones of my path and last time I checked, they weren't exactly immature. I was being treated like I was a freshman at Bullard again. Every point I made was deflected with this sort of self-assured motherly wisdom. So I was forced to retreat to my Bullard reaction and just shut up and say "I don't know" to everything she said. It was pathetic.