A list of things I hate...because I am obsessed with making lists
1. Feeling frustrated over situations you can’t control
2. Pompous, tactless, asshole Current Affairs teachers
3. People who are thoughtless towards others
4. People who are intentionally mean towards others when the situation does not
warrant it
5. People who do exactly what you expect them to
6. Not having any plans for New Years
7. Having to constantly take care of my 26 year old sister, when I am only 23
8. People who don’t say please or thank you
9. People who do not appreciate things you have done for them/the time you have
sacrificed for them
10. People who do not follow through with things they said they would
11. Those that act like they are better than you
12. Those who only want to make plans with you/consider you a friend when it is
convenient for them
13. Money
14. Money
15. Money
16. Not having money
17. Nagging parents, to give you money, which you do not have
18. Fake people, and having to be fake back to them by proxy
19. Having too much time to think and over analyze (hence the reason for the list)
20. Plans that never work out (see: Montreal, Vancouver and most likely New York)
21. When your favourite show is a rerun
22. When you listen with careful consideration to someone’s problems and they do
not reciprocate your kindness
23. People breaking into my friend’s cars
24. Pancreatitis
25. Unappreciation
26. Being unlucky
27. Feeling like a stranger in your own family
28. Those that are mean to you and think its acceptable because people think
its ‘just the way they are’
29. Those that do not appreciate what they have (I’m sure I’m guilty of this
too, but I still don’t like it)
30. Regret
Thursday, December 21, 2006
"All you people at the top don’t know nothing about it. We don’t give a fuck what the price is, so just leave us to our own devices, and we’ll leave you alone."
I’ve decided you really can’t please everyone. Especially miserable, horrible, self absorbed people, perhaps the most difficult of all people to please. In this specific case, I speak of my Current Affairs teacher. I suffered through a term of his constant harsh criticism (almost once reduced to tears), and worked hard to provide him a final project of which he may find acceptable. When he dubbed my group’s efforts as “competent” I found a glimmer of hope, because it had been nicer than any he had previously uttered. Alas, to no avail. I busted my ass all term
putting up with a fellow group member that loved to bust my balls over every little detail and put more effort into this one class than perhaps any of my others in that term combined. I was hopeful that all of our efforts would be deemed valuable in the end result and by extension, the received grade. Wrong again. Grades went up at midnight this evening and I received a mediocre grade for a project that the teacher and his high and mighty fellow colleague deemed “one of the better projects they had seen come out of this class than in the past.” You would think that if this were the case the grade would reflect as such. I pray for the grades of the poor bastards that have befallen before me. Did I mention it is mandatory (low and behold, this was news to me) to take his class again next term and do basically the same project all over again? I used to think that there was some sort of balance in the universe, that with hard work at least the end result made it worth while. I know now that I was clearly deceived and the world is more cruel and unusual than I had once so naively thought.
Sidenote: I got my second tattoo almost two weeks ago. The shading and colour have not been completed yet, but here's a pic of phase one :)
I’ve decided you really can’t please everyone. Especially miserable, horrible, self absorbed people, perhaps the most difficult of all people to please. In this specific case, I speak of my Current Affairs teacher. I suffered through a term of his constant harsh criticism (almost once reduced to tears), and worked hard to provide him a final project of which he may find acceptable. When he dubbed my group’s efforts as “competent” I found a glimmer of hope, because it had been nicer than any he had previously uttered. Alas, to no avail. I busted my ass all term
putting up with a fellow group member that loved to bust my balls over every little detail and put more effort into this one class than perhaps any of my others in that term combined. I was hopeful that all of our efforts would be deemed valuable in the end result and by extension, the received grade. Wrong again. Grades went up at midnight this evening and I received a mediocre grade for a project that the teacher and his high and mighty fellow colleague deemed “one of the better projects they had seen come out of this class than in the past.” You would think that if this were the case the grade would reflect as such. I pray for the grades of the poor bastards that have befallen before me. Did I mention it is mandatory (low and behold, this was news to me) to take his class again next term and do basically the same project all over again? I used to think that there was some sort of balance in the universe, that with hard work at least the end result made it worth while. I know now that I was clearly deceived and the world is more cruel and unusual than I had once so naively thought.
Sidenote: I got my second tattoo almost two weeks ago. The shading and colour have not been completed yet, but here's a pic of phase one :)
Friday, December 01, 2006
"Enough, enough bowing down to disillusion, hats off and applause to rogues and evolution"
As some of you may know, I have a theory or weird/unfortunate luck that tends to befall me. I like to throw said incidents up on the ol’blog for viewers to enjoy. This entry will prove no different in the weird factor. If you’ve read my previous posts, specifically the one regarding Matt Danko’s formal pot luck dinner party then you may already know about the person that was lovingly nicknamed (and not by me, I might add) Creeps, aka Mark. The short version of my former post is that I met him at said party and we chatted, but I felt that creepy vibe from him that girls seem to have a sixth sense about (you know what I’m talking about ladies). Before he departed he asked for my phone number and taken aback and unable to lie like the chump that I am, I gave it to him. He didn’t call and I forgot all about it. Until about 3 weeks later he called me while I was at work once, and another while I was out the door, both easy to get off the phone situations. This week, however, he has called twice more and I recognized the number and avoided. Perhaps this is the coward-like approach but if that’s so, then a coward I am. I just don’t know how to tell someone I hardly know not to call, it seems so mean. I guess not answering seems mean too, but I guess it depends on how you look at the situation, especially when today presented the weirdest aspect of this story thus far. I had a missed call on my cell from a 416 number that I didn’t recognize. So on my way back to the Hammer for my birthday festivities this evening (I’m 23 today!) The number called again, this is what happened:
Me: Hello
Strange Woman: Hello, is this Casey?
Me: Yes it is?
Strange Woman: You don’t know me, but I’m Mark’s Aunt, he’s been trying to get a hold of you.
Me (in my head): What the fuck?
Strange Woman: He just wanted to invite you to a party we’re having, we have them a few times a year, its on Saturday.
Me: Well I’m actually busy today and tomorrow because its my birthday today.
Strange Woman: Oh, happy birthday!
Me: Thank you (strange woman that I don’t know)
Strange Woman: Maybe you can come to the next one then?
Me: Um, sure…. (what the hell am I supposed to say?)
Strange Woman: Great, then Mark will call you ok?
Me: Ok…bye.
Who a) gets their Aunt to call a girl you met ONCE? b) Gets their aunt to call ANY girl? C) Gets their Aunt to call a girl who you’ve called multiple times with no answer? Let this be a lesson to one and all, when you don’t know the number that appears on your phone’s caller ID, don’t answer.
As some of you may know, I have a theory or weird/unfortunate luck that tends to befall me. I like to throw said incidents up on the ol’blog for viewers to enjoy. This entry will prove no different in the weird factor. If you’ve read my previous posts, specifically the one regarding Matt Danko’s formal pot luck dinner party then you may already know about the person that was lovingly nicknamed (and not by me, I might add) Creeps, aka Mark. The short version of my former post is that I met him at said party and we chatted, but I felt that creepy vibe from him that girls seem to have a sixth sense about (you know what I’m talking about ladies). Before he departed he asked for my phone number and taken aback and unable to lie like the chump that I am, I gave it to him. He didn’t call and I forgot all about it. Until about 3 weeks later he called me while I was at work once, and another while I was out the door, both easy to get off the phone situations. This week, however, he has called twice more and I recognized the number and avoided. Perhaps this is the coward-like approach but if that’s so, then a coward I am. I just don’t know how to tell someone I hardly know not to call, it seems so mean. I guess not answering seems mean too, but I guess it depends on how you look at the situation, especially when today presented the weirdest aspect of this story thus far. I had a missed call on my cell from a 416 number that I didn’t recognize. So on my way back to the Hammer for my birthday festivities this evening (I’m 23 today!) The number called again, this is what happened:
Me: Hello
Strange Woman: Hello, is this Casey?
Me: Yes it is?
Strange Woman: You don’t know me, but I’m Mark’s Aunt, he’s been trying to get a hold of you.
Me (in my head): What the fuck?
Strange Woman: He just wanted to invite you to a party we’re having, we have them a few times a year, its on Saturday.
Me: Well I’m actually busy today and tomorrow because its my birthday today.
Strange Woman: Oh, happy birthday!
Me: Thank you (strange woman that I don’t know)
Strange Woman: Maybe you can come to the next one then?
Me: Um, sure…. (what the hell am I supposed to say?)
Strange Woman: Great, then Mark will call you ok?
Me: Ok…bye.
Who a) gets their Aunt to call a girl you met ONCE? b) Gets their aunt to call ANY girl? C) Gets their Aunt to call a girl who you’ve called multiple times with no answer? Let this be a lesson to one and all, when you don’t know the number that appears on your phone’s caller ID, don’t answer.
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