Word Vomit

CAUTION: the following post is rated PG-13 for language and girlish attitude (Haha watch PPP in Wizard Swears)

It has been awhile since something has prompted me to rant in sheer anger. In my last edition of word vomit, I spoke against the attitude and behavior of a certain person, whom, to my satisfaction as well has others, has improved dramatically. But that's water under the bridge...this is not.

I would very much appreciate if certain middle aged people would keep their extremely large nose out of other people's business. From the moment I met you I knew you were going to be a pain in the ass and I was right. It was bad enough before, but believe me you have elevated annoyance/ignorance to a whole new level. How dare you tell me that I should pursue certain job opportunities because of my ethnicity, even after I clearly conveyed to you that I had no interest in such work. Is it really my fault you don't speak a second language, or that your "experience" is not wanted? Then after realizing I was serious in my convictions, you go behind my back and tattle on me to the director. You pretentious bitch. I recommend you go back to your beach house, continue living off your husband and stay the hell away from me!

Long road ahead

I drove back to LA last night after spending the weekend at home and early in my nearly four hour drive I found an annoyance, a black van! I began listening to my iPod almost immediately since there is not a decent radio station to listen to for 90 miles. I have a Monster iCarPlay transmitter for my iPod, which like other FM transmitters uses a radio frequency to transmit the iPod music through the car speakers. Aside from all the cars driving excessively fast, I was happily singing along to Dashboard Confession; that is until I was interrupted by Barney, the purple dinosaur!

I notice that the black van next to me had a car DVD player, where I'm assuming toddlers were watching Barney & Friends. I was surprised by two things (1) that children still enjoy Barney and (2) that Barney is still on the air! Barney would not have bothered me so much if he had not interrupted Chris Carrabba singing Vindicated (theme to Spider-Man 2), but alas it did. From that point on I engaged in a quiet battle with the black van. Whenever I would pass the van in an attempt to avoid static and Barney's moral stories, 5-10 minutes later my friend was right next to me. There was a point where I thought I had got rid of that 'ol van for good, because I saw the van pass me going about 85mph and if he/she continued at that speed our paths would no longer meet. But there was a checkpoint , and can you guess what vehicle was a car ahead of me....the black van.

I suppose I could have changed my iPod's frequency, driven either extremely slow or excessively faster to avoid my van nemesis, but I did not. Although I was upset by the interruptions Barney & Friends bestowed upon me and Chris, it was sort of a game, although I might have been the only one playing it. At first the interruptions irritated me, and I cursed the the invention of car DVD players, and parent's unimaginative nature in once again using a screen as a babysitter (actually I really like the ideas of car DVD players and I'll be sure to get one!). But after awhile I found the humor in it all, especially when Screaming Infidelities was interrupted by the I Love You song. Perhaps black van, we'll meet again someday, and I'll be ready.

Yes I'm aware I havent updated in three weeks, and let me be the first to say that I feel extremely guilty! I apologize. In those three weeks I've had my Spring Break (nothing eventful), a week of unfortunate events, and incredibily busy days. I've noticed that since I started my internship I have lost any desire for productivity after work hours, which is unfortunate considering I still have classes to attend. I'm sure that this in time will pass but until then I must I will apptempt to keep up with homework, class, and work. Welcome to grad school...

Priorities

It appears to me I have my priorities all screwed up. I believe I'm supposed to do my homework before everything else, this however is not the case. In fact my homework is probably pretty low on my priorities list, unless of course it is due the following day, and even then I always push it 'til the very end. For instance right now I should be doing an assignment that is due tomorrow, which critiques a psychology article, but instead I'm writing this post. Before that I believed it necessary to tweet something frivolous, and after I'm done here I will probably watch a movie. BUT these are all necessary steps I take towards completing my homework. I will probably post again before the night is through.

Top 5 sporting event annoyances

Today I watched the Anaheim Ducks play in a disappointing loss to the Montreal Canadiens that ended in a shootout (final score 4-3). While I was there I realized/remembered what I hate about sporting events, here's my list:

1. People sitting in incorrect seats - especially when you give you a look of, 'oh you're here.'

2. Delays in play due to advertising stupidity - the average football game is about four hours long, with only 11 minutes of play. I understand that advertising pays for everything, but move it along.

3. Small steep steps - having bought the tickets rather late we ended up sitting way on top (honestly for a hockey game, there are no bad seats) so I climbed my fair share of steps. Dangerous.

4. Leaving before the game is over - There is nothing worse than missing the last part of the game because you want to 'beat traffic,' and as soon as you leave the team has a miraculous come back. Equally, people leaving the game because their team is losing, ugh fair weather fans...

5. Amount of time it takes to empty the stadium - It took less than 10 minutes to empty the Roman Coliseum back in its' day; apparently we've learned nothing in the nearly 2,000 years since it was built.

(6.*) Having your team loose - This is self explanatory.

*Obvious annoyance, I believe everyone shares, so

Grade check

The one thing that I've learned after eighteen years of schooling is that grades are arbitrary.  There was a time when I was consumed by the whole notion of a 4.0, but having earned plenty, it is no longer my biggest priority. I can say that I am/was a parents dream. I learned how to talk and read at an early age, was always praised by teachers, avidly played sports, never was a disciplinary problem, and most importantly I got excellent grades. But although my parents were happy with my grades, they saw how much pressure I placed on myself. School has always been easy for me, but unfortunately I am a perfectionist, and therefore good could always always be better. However one day a couple of years ago I had an epiphany, good is good, and being okay with good is okay (haha what a sentence!). My personality will not allow me to completely disregard grades BUT I have been relieved of truck loads of stress by not being preoccupied with them.

There's a formula for getting good grades, and it's simple...please the teacher. Whether you agree with the assignment or not, do it the way they want/like it. I think I will become a professor someday and have the power of assigning irrelevant projects, then grade them without any rhyme or reason. That will be my revenge.

I do wish someone would have told me about the grade thing sooner, but I probably would not have listened. I think it's one of those things that everyone has to learn for his/her self.