Monday, October 08, 2007
I haven't had much at all to say on this blog for a while now. Somethings have changed, but I've been far too busy with other things to keep this blog going. I guess there are certain things that I just don't know how to blog about anymore; perhaps that's the reason, but it doesn't really matter, I guess.
I am not really sure what to say about anything new, considering I haven't blogged in a while, I guess even old details can be considered, but I digress. Work is looking up; even though the shift details suck, the people I work with are becoming increasingly awesome, and it's actually helping me out, I must say. I haven't had much time to hang out, but then again neither have others, so I don't feel it's my responsibility, specifically, to get things going.
School is alright, but I feel this nagging impression that mentally and psychologically, I've already graduated 2 semesters ago. That definitely doesn't help my cause, considering I am going to have a very difficult time graduating if this continues.
There aren't too many things to rant about, but there's always something to be conjured up whenever I am at the helm of things. There are a few people at SFU that piss me off without doing/saying anything specific to me. There is this one cunt that never even acknowledges my presence yet is in an extremely jolly mood whenever someone else comes by. It has nothing to do with aesthetics, since I find her very unattractive, but I think she dislikes me because I used to make fun of her behind her back.
Sure, why not? she's obnoxious and has this irritating pseudo-set of expressions that bug the shit out of me. Why can't people have character like me? Cocksmoking whore. Her nagging disposition to irritate me without any direct arrogance bothers me. Whenever I say, "hi", the salutation is always ambushed with this disgruntled nod of the head. It's almost as if to say, "hi, but fuck you". Well FUCK YOU, bitch. So I began giving her the cold-shoulder right to her face; Acknowledging her presence but, quite emphatically, ignoring her. It felt good for a while, but I quickly realized that making others feel worse doesn't better my own situation. In fact, I feel worse, sadly.
If she was genuinely abhorrent, it wouldn't bother me the slightest. But sadly she is well liked by many, and her obnoxious persona is deemed gregariously enchanting. Sure, she's got some admirable qualities, but I will refuse to acknowledge them until she apologizes for being a bitch.
Another thing that bothers me are these relentlessly obsequious assholes. Being a brown-noser is all well and good unless it's done in public. It's bad enough being labeled a lackadaisical chump, so it doesn't help my cause when there are these goody-two-shits trying to comply with every order. Orders are meant to be ignored such that to render balance in society. Complying not only tarnishes this balance, but alleviates any hope of further rectification. I am glad at least I stand for the greater good. Though I am probably just full of shit.
Life is getting increasingly pointless and tedious. It's bad enough having to deal with people and their banal lives, but having to do so on a consistent basis and actually care is perpetually torturous. Perhaps restoration is in order. Restore what? my point exactly.
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That ends this post.
I am not really sure what to say about anything new, considering I haven't blogged in a while, I guess even old details can be considered, but I digress. Work is looking up; even though the shift details suck, the people I work with are becoming increasingly awesome, and it's actually helping me out, I must say. I haven't had much time to hang out, but then again neither have others, so I don't feel it's my responsibility, specifically, to get things going.
School is alright, but I feel this nagging impression that mentally and psychologically, I've already graduated 2 semesters ago. That definitely doesn't help my cause, considering I am going to have a very difficult time graduating if this continues.
There aren't too many things to rant about, but there's always something to be conjured up whenever I am at the helm of things. There are a few people at SFU that piss me off without doing/saying anything specific to me. There is this one cunt that never even acknowledges my presence yet is in an extremely jolly mood whenever someone else comes by. It has nothing to do with aesthetics, since I find her very unattractive, but I think she dislikes me because I used to make fun of her behind her back.
Sure, why not? she's obnoxious and has this irritating pseudo-set of expressions that bug the shit out of me. Why can't people have character like me? Cocksmoking whore. Her nagging disposition to irritate me without any direct arrogance bothers me. Whenever I say, "hi", the salutation is always ambushed with this disgruntled nod of the head. It's almost as if to say, "hi, but fuck you". Well FUCK YOU, bitch. So I began giving her the cold-shoulder right to her face; Acknowledging her presence but, quite emphatically, ignoring her. It felt good for a while, but I quickly realized that making others feel worse doesn't better my own situation. In fact, I feel worse, sadly.
If she was genuinely abhorrent, it wouldn't bother me the slightest. But sadly she is well liked by many, and her obnoxious persona is deemed gregariously enchanting. Sure, she's got some admirable qualities, but I will refuse to acknowledge them until she apologizes for being a bitch.
Another thing that bothers me are these relentlessly obsequious assholes. Being a brown-noser is all well and good unless it's done in public. It's bad enough being labeled a lackadaisical chump, so it doesn't help my cause when there are these goody-two-shits trying to comply with every order. Orders are meant to be ignored such that to render balance in society. Complying not only tarnishes this balance, but alleviates any hope of further rectification. I am glad at least I stand for the greater good. Though I am probably just full of shit.
Life is getting increasingly pointless and tedious. It's bad enough having to deal with people and their banal lives, but having to do so on a consistent basis and actually care is perpetually torturous. Perhaps restoration is in order. Restore what? my point exactly.
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That ends this post.
Comments:
I find the act of cussing out some bitch for ignoring you, who might be doing so because you used to make fun of her behind her back, fucking hilarious.
Too bad the only way she'd appologise is if you appologise. Then again, if she just dislikes you (or maybe likes you, in a hilarious, but creepy, turn of events) for the sake of, then you'd be admitting to making fun of her behind her back.
The real question is how much clout she holds amongst her peers and whether it affects you negatively, i.e. people giving you the cold shoulder on her behalf? Maybe she's undersexed? Maybe she's overweight and jolly, making her influence akin to that of the fictional Mr. Claus. Maybe, now that all is lost, and she's already sullied your name enough that you need to start directing weird actions to her, like:
- Barking at her
- Pretending to lick your palm and then asking for a high five.
- Hitching your crotch up in plain view of her.
- Shamelessly hitting on her.
It's your last year. Why not make it interesting.
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Too bad the only way she'd appologise is if you appologise. Then again, if she just dislikes you (or maybe likes you, in a hilarious, but creepy, turn of events) for the sake of, then you'd be admitting to making fun of her behind her back.
The real question is how much clout she holds amongst her peers and whether it affects you negatively, i.e. people giving you the cold shoulder on her behalf? Maybe she's undersexed? Maybe she's overweight and jolly, making her influence akin to that of the fictional Mr. Claus. Maybe, now that all is lost, and she's already sullied your name enough that you need to start directing weird actions to her, like:
- Barking at her
- Pretending to lick your palm and then asking for a high five.
- Hitching your crotch up in plain view of her.
- Shamelessly hitting on her.
It's your last year. Why not make it interesting.
