Hey, an update!
In the interest of actually updating my livejournal, I've decided to go off about things I've noticed that annoy me.
Alright, first off, I saw a girl walking by today with a sweatshirt on that said "NINJ4" on it. Yes, that's with a 4 instead of an A. Okay, first off, you're not in an AOL chatroom or on battle.net, there's really no reason to use leet speak. Hell, even if you're in an AOL chatroom or on battle.net there's no reason to use leet speak. There needs to be some device put into computers that gives you a mild (read: large) electical shock if you randomly insert numbers into your w0rd5 AH DAMNIT THAT HURT!!! But on to my complaining. I also don't think you qualify as a ninja if your height is the same as your circumference. No offense to fat people, but you can't be ninjas, and if you are then you'll be a crappy one like on Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2. You all remember the fat ninja in that one, right? Yeah, he sucked.
And another thing, I imagine every class has these types of people. The ones who, as soon as they leave the room, whip out their cell phone and call someone. What the hell is so important that you have to discuss it so urgently, yet isn't important enough to meet in person to discuss? Really, here's the reasons I figure someone would be calling someone else on a cell phone while leaving class.
1. Calling to get a ride home. Only acceptable if you live off campus but for some reason rely on others for transportation. I suppose this is legitimate, but it doesn't excuse the other 99.9% of people who don't call for this reason.
2. Calling because you're a big shot businessman who needs to close a big deal. No, calling someone to see how that e-bay auction is going doesn't count. No one in college is making such big business deals, so no one in college should need to whip out their damn cell phone the second they leave class to discuss it.
3. Calling because they just have to talk to that special someone as soon as humanly possible. Yeah, they have a word to describe it if you can't go more than 50 minutes without contact with someone. It's called codependence. Or maybe co-dependence, either way it means you need to learn to stand on your own two feet. Start by putting down the cell phone and forcing yourself to wait until that afternoon to drone on about inane shit.
Okay, and one other thing that bugs me. In Wells hall, at all the landings at the different floors by the staircases, they have a series of little cubicle-desk thingies. There's, like, 12 of them lined up and put together so people can sit down and work on stuff between classes. One problem though. For those 12 cubicle-desk thingies there's only about 5 chairs. What the hell? Did they not put in enough chairs? Do they assume that 7/12 people just don't like to sit or prefer to work standing up? Do they think people will bring their own chairs? Did people steal these chairs? If so, how did they sneak out the door with them? Where are they taking them to? Is there some sort of desk-chair chop shop where they're repainted and sold on the black market?
Okay, it is now 5:00, which means it's time for dinner. Maybe I'd better bring my own chair, just to be safe...
Edit: LJ's being a whore, so it's now long after 5:00. And I managed to find a chair. yay!
Alright, first off, I saw a girl walking by today with a sweatshirt on that said "NINJ4" on it. Yes, that's with a 4 instead of an A. Okay, first off, you're not in an AOL chatroom or on battle.net, there's really no reason to use leet speak. Hell, even if you're in an AOL chatroom or on battle.net there's no reason to use leet speak. There needs to be some device put into computers that gives you a mild (read: large) electical shock if you randomly insert numbers into your w0rd5 AH DAMNIT THAT HURT!!! But on to my complaining. I also don't think you qualify as a ninja if your height is the same as your circumference. No offense to fat people, but you can't be ninjas, and if you are then you'll be a crappy one like on Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2. You all remember the fat ninja in that one, right? Yeah, he sucked.
And another thing, I imagine every class has these types of people. The ones who, as soon as they leave the room, whip out their cell phone and call someone. What the hell is so important that you have to discuss it so urgently, yet isn't important enough to meet in person to discuss? Really, here's the reasons I figure someone would be calling someone else on a cell phone while leaving class.
1. Calling to get a ride home. Only acceptable if you live off campus but for some reason rely on others for transportation. I suppose this is legitimate, but it doesn't excuse the other 99.9% of people who don't call for this reason.
2. Calling because you're a big shot businessman who needs to close a big deal. No, calling someone to see how that e-bay auction is going doesn't count. No one in college is making such big business deals, so no one in college should need to whip out their damn cell phone the second they leave class to discuss it.
3. Calling because they just have to talk to that special someone as soon as humanly possible. Yeah, they have a word to describe it if you can't go more than 50 minutes without contact with someone. It's called codependence. Or maybe co-dependence, either way it means you need to learn to stand on your own two feet. Start by putting down the cell phone and forcing yourself to wait until that afternoon to drone on about inane shit.
Okay, and one other thing that bugs me. In Wells hall, at all the landings at the different floors by the staircases, they have a series of little cubicle-desk thingies. There's, like, 12 of them lined up and put together so people can sit down and work on stuff between classes. One problem though. For those 12 cubicle-desk thingies there's only about 5 chairs. What the hell? Did they not put in enough chairs? Do they assume that 7/12 people just don't like to sit or prefer to work standing up? Do they think people will bring their own chairs? Did people steal these chairs? If so, how did they sneak out the door with them? Where are they taking them to? Is there some sort of desk-chair chop shop where they're repainted and sold on the black market?
Okay, it is now 5:00, which means it's time for dinner. Maybe I'd better bring my own chair, just to be safe...
Edit: LJ's being a whore, so it's now long after 5:00. And I managed to find a chair. yay!