“This ticket is simply an abuse of the parking enforcement’s power. I was in a lot with the correct decal, in a space that always has a car in it. There is no ‘NO PARKING ZONE’ sign. I realize that appealing is just a waste of time, so enclosed is a check for $15 plus the $5 envelope you sent me. Thank you. -ER”
I have quite a lot of not caring about my classes this semester. Digital Design is interesting, but my enjoyment of that class somehow pales in comparison to the useless energy I am required to put into Statistics, Networking and Circuits 1 lab. I have this theory that the university puts the more talented teachers in the freshmen level classes so the new students aren’t inclined to drop out and start their own businesses without first racking up some debt. Once the students are hooked into fulfilling their parents’ dreams, the university doesn’t have to supply any more talented teachers, so it just hires people who understand [most of] the material themselves, regardless of their ability to convey that understanding to others. I normally hear that teaching at the university level is about as prestigious as teaching assignments get. So if the jobs are prestigious, pay well, etc., etc., why does the university have SO many teachers that can only be described as ‘useless’?
Half a dozen assignments between me and spring break, none of which I care to do. There are not enough hours in the day. The way things are going right now, I’d need 3 days of off-time for each hour of class to feel that I am accomplishing everything I care about.
Dizzy feelings. Hmm, incorrect bloodflow to my brain. Good time to stop typing and go to sleep. Blah blah.. click click click…
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Do I detect a theme here?
You may now brace yourselves for a rant on soldering instructions and soldering in general. Perhaps electrical engineering in general. Right now, I have too many things to think about to rant on much at all.
I got it over with, and it ended how I thought it would. This kind of feels like the end of some crappy Japanimation movies where the story just ends in the middle of everything and the main character moseys into the sunset. I guess I’ll get used to it. The only thing I have to look forward to now is donating blood for the eleventh or twelfth time. Not a very exciting existence.
How can ‘twelfth’ be a word?
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Never before has the spacebar seemed so full of angry pointy things.
Turns out IE 5.5 Beta is the devil. None of it works. The address bar doesn’t work. The stop button doesn’t work. Forms don’t usually work. ActiveX.. forget about it. That means you can’t upgrade to the latest beta release of IE, which means you’re stuck. If you manage to restore your previous installation, you wind up in IE 4.0, as I have now. Grumble grumble…. Time for me to install 200 megs of updates. Again.
And don’t get me started about the new crap MS decided to add to Office 2k. ‘Features,’ they call them.
5 AM. I can’t think. Homework confusing. I could care less how much work this involves or if it is easy. Webpage… syllabus.. push mouse button … scroll … this assignment worth less than one percent of my total grade. Jackpot.
G’night.
Today I was officially welcomed into the future residency of the building I spend almost all my time in, so that’s a good thing. I suppose I can check off one more thing on my page-long list of things to worry about. Besides that, I’ve been thinking about homework and my mental girl-related problems, and the half-dozen addictive as hell computer games I could play to ignore those more important things.
A friend of mine tried to convince me that I am fortunate that I don’t have to put any effort into going and buying a girl a Valentine’s day card/gift/whatever this year. I tried to politely tell her that anything is worth the feeling that a special person would share a piece of her heart with me. Ooo, but I get to save $3.25! $3.25 out of Hallmark’s pocket and back into mine! Bwa ha ha.
I should probably stop sounding so sappy. I went with my sister to see ‘Down to You.’ Given the title, I thought it’d be some sort of space-alien assassin movie, but it turned out to be a chick flick.
I’ve been thinking a lot about honestly and openness lately. People don’t tell a lot of things to most people. Good chance there’s a lot of lying going on. I’ve been trying to think about how much I lie, but I can’t think of any recent times I’ve lied. My only conclusion is that I either don’t lie, or I’m just so good at lying that I don’t even notice when I do it. I’ll guess it’s the first one, since lying tends to make everything complicated and I can barely keep track of things without extraneous crap to remember. On a related note, I wish girls were more receptive to honesty. This past week, I was on the receiving end of more confusion than necessary, both from girls my age in Gainesville, strangers from Idaho or Brazil, or girls half my age in eastern Europe.
I am rambling. Time to stop. Must sleep. Blah blah blah.