Same here. But I wasn't surprised. He's a Cubs fan.
Thirded, then I went "WHAT?" Seriously, how the hell does stupidity keep surprising me with even more stupid things. Sunglasses and a baseball cap, lord.
I haven't been sleeping well, so last night I took some Ambien and passed out at around 9. I slept great, until I woke up at 3 AM and couldn't fall back asleep. I've been awake since then, and I pretty much feel exhausted.
To echo my predecessors, they're also not that great for warming up your bed. Sure, once it catches on fire it heats up pretty damn quickly, but that's the extend of it.
My housemate is playing the same three or four Blackmore's night songs on a loop, and performing an activity that is clearly intended to be singing, but is in fact more akin to the screech of a harpy so vile that the mind cannot conceive of said creature, only shiver in nameless horror at the sound that echos between darkened peaks from which no man has ever returned.
Lo, I must tell you further, don't shy away - I brought to bear the trusty SPL meter on my laptop, and it is giving a reading of 82.4 dB, at a mere spit of distance, about 4.5 meters. The Vile creature is sitting about 12 inches from these speakers, which distort, screech and peak so badly that what results is barely recognizable as music, and even now, I fear the great composers rising from their graves, shaking off the sleep of death, to bitch-slap me for my impertinence at calling such horrible noise "Music".
However, my friends, my money runs low, and I can not afford to move from this vile palace of filth, this cave of horrors, for a while yet. So, Armed with my shields, the small, yet effective Etymotic ER-20s, and the Large and comforting bulk of the Sennheiser HD205s, I shall weather this storm, and the affront to life and humankind that creates it, comforted by the thought of my egress from this pit of filth, this midden where human dignity rots, and how the glorious event comes ever closer with each day.
I'm seriously considering moving out. My roommates keep starting bullshit arguments at every hour of the day (the latest raked me over the coals for not being able to "logically explain" why I would kill a vermin like a mouse for harming a garden or other property, but why I couldn't kill a baby or a dog), including just as I'm trying to sleep. One of them is hooked on the concept of "trolling IRL." Our tastes in music are radically dissimilar, and all of the awesome theater/liberal arts majors I identify with live over at the school-owned hall across campus.
These guys have been friends since third grade, but this is getting fucking rough. I think I should just get while the getting is good, just in order to avoid annihilating this friendship.
(the latest raked me over the coals for not being able to "logically explain" why I would kill a vermin like a mouse for harming a garden or other property, but why I couldn't kill a baby or a dog)
(the latest raked me over the coals for not being able to "logically explain" why I would kill a vermin like a mouse for harming a garden or other property, but why I couldn't kill a baby or a dog)
Today my mother noticed I had put an Amnesty International sticker on my car. She asked me to tell her about it. When I mentioned they were against the taking of political prisoners, she said, "But we need political prisoners!"
On another note, my brother still hasn't told my parents I'm gay. Either he chickened out, or is waiting for something big. I still haven't been able to find a place to stay. My "friends" have proven themselves to be thoroughly undependable.
I caved and bought a computer game during the jobless phase, I rationalised it because I'm starting my new job next week. However it's still wrong. I'm still deciding whether to move into a studio / 1 bedroom apartment or another "roll the dice" house mate.
I closed my door on the thumb on my drawing hand.
Ouch. That sucks, man. Fear of hurting my drawing hand is half the reason I don't do martial arts anymore.
I'm hoping my new nurses will know how to hold dogs and cats so they don't destroy my surgery hands. Seriously I know what you mean, I've had a pretty bad time at my old job with many wounds on my prominent hand, causing surgical times and corrections to increase and physical pain to be high while performing a surgical procedures.
Fail of my day = having to work 11 hours today. And it's a 1.5 hour commute each way.
Are you going to move closer to your job or is it a temporary position, my new job is a 1 hour commute, however I'm locked into a rental agreement till December.
Fail of my day = having to work 11 hours today. And it's a 1.5 hour commute each way.
Are you going to move closer to your job or is it a temporary position, my new job is a 1 hour commute, however I'm locked into a rental agreement till December.
No, I do not plan to move closer and it's a full-time gig. The thing is, the commute is only 1.5 hours if I take the bus. If I drive to work, it's only 30 minutes. I just take the bus because it's cheaper in the long run, I don't really like driving, and it gives me a long chunk of time to play either my PSP or DS.
It is true that I could save time, and probably money, by moving closer to where I work, but as one of my best friends said, "Live where you play, not where you work," and I live around all my friends, so I have no desire to leave.
It is true that I could save time, and probably money, by moving closer to where I work, but as one of my best friends said, "Live where you play, not where you work," and I live around all my friends, so I have no desire to leave.
That's true, my friend lives in the boonies because that's where her job is but she's almost 1.5 to 2 hours away from the city. Lucky your transport option is quicker, it's still 1 hour via public transport and if I don't take the tollway via car it takes me over an hour due to traffic. I'm going to move very close to the place I play and where I work, but as state, have to wait to December.
Well, the Values Voter Summit brought out the batshit crazy again. Most recently, they are trying to convince you that looking at porn or pictures of naked women will turn you gay.
Ahhh, value voters. The thing these voters value the most is their prejudice.
Today my mother noticed I had put an Amnesty International sticker on my car. She asked me to tell her about it. When I mentioned they were against the taking of political prisoners, she said, "But we need political prisoners!"
LOL, ask her how she'd like to be imprisoned for her political beliefs. In fact, spin it this way - "Mom, I'm just worried that Obama will imprison all of us in those FEMA concentration camps and I'm hoping that Amnesty International can help us out."
I saw a documentary on the Lion King, where they brought a full grown lion into the animation studio. He was pretty tame and they were allowed to pet him, with supervision from the keeper. One animator goes to touch him with his right (dominant) hand and then catches himself and switches to his left, "just in case."
My godsister is holding her baby shower in a bar. This is the same girl that actually said, "I found out I was pregnant after I couldn't keep any whiskey down." The father of her baby is a bartender that is old enough to be her father and already has three kids, one of whom is 18 (my godsister is only 21). I have feared it for some time, but she is now officially white trash. That poor, poor baby.
Well, the Values Voter Summit brought out the batshit crazy again. Most recently, they are trying to convince you that looking at porn or pictures of naked womenwill turn you gay.
Ahhh, value voters. The thing these voters value the most is their prejudice.
My godsister is holding her baby shower in a bar. This is the same girl that actually said, "I found out I was pregnant after I couldn't keep any whiskey down." The father of her baby is a bartender that is old enough to be her father and already has three kids, one of whom is 18 (my godsister is only 21). I have feared it for some time, but she is now officially white trash. That poor, poor baby.
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I slept great, until I woke up at 3 AM and couldn't fall back asleep.
I've been awake since then, and I pretty much feel exhausted.
Yeah, let's leave it at that.
Lo, I must tell you further, don't shy away - I brought to bear the trusty SPL meter on my laptop, and it is giving a reading of 82.4 dB, at a mere spit of distance, about 4.5 meters. The Vile creature is sitting about 12 inches from these speakers, which distort, screech and peak so badly that what results is barely recognizable as music, and even now, I fear the great composers rising from their graves, shaking off the sleep of death, to bitch-slap me for my impertinence at calling such horrible noise "Music".
However, my friends, my money runs low, and I can not afford to move from this vile palace of filth, this cave of horrors, for a while yet. So, Armed with my shields, the small, yet effective Etymotic ER-20s, and the Large and comforting bulk of the Sennheiser HD205s, I shall weather this storm, and the affront to life and humankind that creates it, comforted by the thought of my egress from this pit of filth, this midden where human dignity rots, and how the glorious event comes ever closer with each day.
These guys have been friends since third grade, but this is getting fucking rough. I think I should just get while the getting is good, just in order to avoid annihilating this friendship.
On another note, my brother still hasn't told my parents I'm gay. Either he chickened out, or is waiting for something big. I still haven't been able to find a place to stay. My "friends" have proven themselves to be thoroughly undependable.
I'm still deciding whether to move into a studio / 1 bedroom apartment or another "roll the dice" house mate. I'm hoping my new nurses will know how to hold dogs and cats so they don't destroy my surgery hands. Seriously I know what you mean, I've had a pretty bad time at my old job with many wounds on my prominent hand, causing surgical times and corrections to increase and physical pain to be high while performing a surgical procedures. Are you going to move closer to your job or is it a temporary position, my new job is a 1 hour commute, however I'm locked into a rental agreement till December.
It is true that I could save time, and probably money, by moving closer to where I work, but as one of my best friends said, "Live where you play, not where you work," and I live around all my friends, so I have no desire to leave.
Lucky your transport option is quicker, it's still 1 hour via public transport and if I don't take the tollway via car it takes me over an hour due to traffic. I'm going to move very close to the place I play and where I work, but as state, have to wait to December.
Ahhh, value voters. The thing these voters value the most is their prejudice.
That poor, poor baby.