Today is a Wednesday
Wednesday, June 10, 2009 9:25 PM
today...
I finally used my bike for something. I biked downtown to the university and did my research. Lately, I've been sitting and doing absolutely nothing at my research. I don't know why I'm there, because I don't even know Python.. I meant to learn it awhile ago, I swear. Then, the prof asked me to find an equation with with the axises set to G and R; I didn't know that, I thought it was set to T and R instead... I looked like an idiot. He ended up solving it instead.
Whatever. I proceeded to go to the post instead. I found out I put too many stamps on Harvard's- financial-aid-request-info postcard, and the lady said I don't get a refund. Oh, and I also told her to mail my package first class. Two stories precede and succeed this story, I'll get to it now. Yeah, we also spent a fortune at the post office, 66 dollars on stamps and shit, get that.
Ok so the package is filled with shirts from Threadless, you know, the store. Well, taking advantage of the 5 dollar sale, my mom and I just raped the store (sorta). She kept on saying how she needed extra large shirts so they don't cling onto her. Well she got them - in women's - and bitched about how they were too tight. Four shirts I had to mail back and change for men's small and medium.
You notice I'm saying "you know", and "and all" a lot more than usual. Thanks, J.D. Salinger, for showing me great literature can be written with spoken Enligsh. Seriously though, The Catcher in the Rye, good stuff.
Miguel and I went on an exhausting ride to the airport, I was a bit skeptical at first, but I went along anyway. Of course, we treated ourselves with Big Al's, where I paid the majority of the food. Miguel said he would pay me back, but I know he wont, since his mom forgot to pay the house phone - again, and he'll probably acquire that trait. They say children soak up knowledge like sponges. Really, Big Al's, it needs to hire some attractive people - the employees are like living examples of the worst outcomes of fastfood. One of them told me the cherry & black berry shake was amazing (and it was, just a bit too sweet), but I was convinced that all flavors were made to her liking. Then Miguel and I commented on that dried up prune who served us inside.
I hate riding on a no-gear cruiser with wind blowing against me. It sucks, and it happened.
I got home and just turned on my computer and searched for Shin Chan. I hope they make new ones/translate them soon; I've seen most of them already. It's so handy when your language closely resembles the language of one of the most advanced nation in the world. I call this a cultural exchange, they can suck it if they don't like this name.
Then my mom came home and yelled at me because the lady at the post office didn't hear the first class order; she charged us priority. She then went on about how I never check the receipts and that's why I got gypped 3 dollars at Chico Natural Foods. Ok - it's a co-op store, I don't believe they swallow those 3 dollars greedily. Besides, 3 dollars get you absolutely nothing of value in that store, ok, exaggeration, but a good store though, I like it.
So I just shrugged it off and told her that it's not my fault! Everything is my fault, I swear. But it's not! Ok, I don't have evidence but neither does she. I'm going to drop it before it gets uglier. So I just said "well now, they'll mail your package faster and you'll get your desired sizes...". Men's small and medium? She wanted to go for the larges.
Then I slept because I was tired, my legs were on fire, but I'm happy we'll be doing this regularly.
I woke up and watched Dr. Phil, whil eating rosemary bread from Tin Roof. It's 4 dollars now and I consider making it myself next time. I'm a decent baker, although the stupid recipe Michaela gave me yielded a turd looking thing. I then read Crime and Punishment but was interrupted by a phone call from John.
I had a yearning to online browse again. My first destination was Zappos Zeta, since they upgraded my account to VIP. It's not that big of a deal, really, but yeah, the overnight shipping rocks. I played the piano, but did nothing too productive. Then I made Ahi tuna, and now I'm worried about my mercury intake. I'm off those lean proteins for a month or so, maybe more. Good-bye yellowfins, swim to your havens!
So now I'm sitting and writing my blogger. I did only two things today out of my planned schedule. This is so lame. Oh, just awhile ago, my mom yelled at me and said she could fix my glasses with strings. Okay... no, not even with magic. Then she said that checking the prices of the forever stamps is more important and decided to ignore my question (of how to fix my glasses with only strings), I confronted her and she started yelling gibberish. Oh, so typical.
Tomorrow I get Chada Thai. I also get to go to an actual functioning optometrist (omgomg).
My concluding thought for today: First generation college students have it easy.
I finally used my bike for something. I biked downtown to the university and did my research. Lately, I've been sitting and doing absolutely nothing at my research. I don't know why I'm there, because I don't even know Python.. I meant to learn it awhile ago, I swear. Then, the prof asked me to find an equation with with the axises set to G and R; I didn't know that, I thought it was set to T and R instead... I looked like an idiot. He ended up solving it instead.
Whatever. I proceeded to go to the post instead. I found out I put too many stamps on Harvard's- financial-aid-request-info postcard, and the lady said I don't get a refund. Oh, and I also told her to mail my package first class. Two stories precede and succeed this story, I'll get to it now. Yeah, we also spent a fortune at the post office, 66 dollars on stamps and shit, get that.
Ok so the package is filled with shirts from Threadless, you know, the store. Well, taking advantage of the 5 dollar sale, my mom and I just raped the store (sorta). She kept on saying how she needed extra large shirts so they don't cling onto her. Well she got them - in women's - and bitched about how they were too tight. Four shirts I had to mail back and change for men's small and medium.
You notice I'm saying "you know", and "and all" a lot more than usual. Thanks, J.D. Salinger, for showing me great literature can be written with spoken Enligsh. Seriously though, The Catcher in the Rye, good stuff.
Miguel and I went on an exhausting ride to the airport, I was a bit skeptical at first, but I went along anyway. Of course, we treated ourselves with Big Al's, where I paid the majority of the food. Miguel said he would pay me back, but I know he wont, since his mom forgot to pay the house phone - again, and he'll probably acquire that trait. They say children soak up knowledge like sponges. Really, Big Al's, it needs to hire some attractive people - the employees are like living examples of the worst outcomes of fastfood. One of them told me the cherry & black berry shake was amazing (and it was, just a bit too sweet), but I was convinced that all flavors were made to her liking. Then Miguel and I commented on that dried up prune who served us inside.
I hate riding on a no-gear cruiser with wind blowing against me. It sucks, and it happened.
I got home and just turned on my computer and searched for Shin Chan. I hope they make new ones/translate them soon; I've seen most of them already. It's so handy when your language closely resembles the language of one of the most advanced nation in the world. I call this a cultural exchange, they can suck it if they don't like this name.
Then my mom came home and yelled at me because the lady at the post office didn't hear the first class order; she charged us priority. She then went on about how I never check the receipts and that's why I got gypped 3 dollars at Chico Natural Foods. Ok - it's a co-op store, I don't believe they swallow those 3 dollars greedily. Besides, 3 dollars get you absolutely nothing of value in that store, ok, exaggeration, but a good store though, I like it.
So I just shrugged it off and told her that it's not my fault! Everything is my fault, I swear. But it's not! Ok, I don't have evidence but neither does she. I'm going to drop it before it gets uglier. So I just said "well now, they'll mail your package faster and you'll get your desired sizes...". Men's small and medium? She wanted to go for the larges.
Then I slept because I was tired, my legs were on fire, but I'm happy we'll be doing this regularly.
I woke up and watched Dr. Phil, whil eating rosemary bread from Tin Roof. It's 4 dollars now and I consider making it myself next time. I'm a decent baker, although the stupid recipe Michaela gave me yielded a turd looking thing. I then read Crime and Punishment but was interrupted by a phone call from John.
I had a yearning to online browse again. My first destination was Zappos Zeta, since they upgraded my account to VIP. It's not that big of a deal, really, but yeah, the overnight shipping rocks. I played the piano, but did nothing too productive. Then I made Ahi tuna, and now I'm worried about my mercury intake. I'm off those lean proteins for a month or so, maybe more. Good-bye yellowfins, swim to your havens!
So now I'm sitting and writing my blogger. I did only two things today out of my planned schedule. This is so lame. Oh, just awhile ago, my mom yelled at me and said she could fix my glasses with strings. Okay... no, not even with magic. Then she said that checking the prices of the forever stamps is more important and decided to ignore my question (of how to fix my glasses with only strings), I confronted her and she started yelling gibberish. Oh, so typical.
Tomorrow I get Chada Thai. I also get to go to an actual functioning optometrist (omgomg).
My concluding thought for today: First generation college students have it easy.