// rohitsrealm.com / archive / 2002 / 08
So freshman year, I had four 8 a.m. classes in Fall and five 8 a.m. classes in Spring. I swore to myself at the end of Spring that I would cut down on the 8 a.m. classes, and when I did scheduling (for the first time), I did. I was enrolled in Econ, EE, CS, BA, and English, so my first class was 9! NO 8 A.M. classes. But slowly, as the summer progressed, my schedule changed itself, moving more and more towards the 8 a.m. hell that I know all too well.
Can anyone really think of anything worse? I just spent 4 hours trying to remember where in the HELL I spent $10 between July 6th and July 8th (as I had starting and ending balances, but a discrepancy in the amounts), only to realize I had added the first balance wrong and in fact my checkbook was really balanced all along. I am a majoring in electrical engineering & computer science, otherwise know as a major in pound me in the ass mathematics,
and yet I cannot balance my checkbook or even add correctly, even while using a calculator.
So I woke up yesterday at 6:30 a.m., but it was dark so I went to sleep again. I then woke up again at 9:30 a.m., but it was still dark, so I went back to sleep again. I then got out of bed at 12:30 p.m., and IT WAS STILL DARK!!! What the HELL is wrong with the weather in this godforsaken Bay Area.
Why is Nor Cal
weather so ridiculously cold? And more importantly, why is it even called a part of California at all? California denotes great weather, warm, sandy, beaches, hot girls, and expensive real estate.
Everyone knows the fear, pain, and hardship of having to do laundry. But, I contend that my hardship is much greater than yours. Why? Well, no laundry on site, but OK, that's OK...the landlord gave us a key to the laundry room, so it's cool, right? NO! The first time I went there, I had to go through a shady, darkened gate, on the right side of the building, and all the way around the building, basically to the left side, but the only door was on the right. Cute already. Then, to get to the laundry room, it is necessary to pass through a passage that is about 5'7'' tall. Yeah, that's right, about 6'' shorter than me.
OK. So, as you guys all know, sometimes I get mad at society, life, WHATEVER you want to call it. And when I'm mad, I tend to get rather politically incorrect. However, given recent experiences, where many people instant messaged me to tell me that I should do more posts like my now infamous poetry profile,
I thought, well, I can't really get any more politically incorrect than the quotes
page on my website, so might as well just openly harass, criticize, ridicule, and belittle people on my so-called weblog.
