More Strange People

October 20, 2009 at 2:58 pm (Annoyances, Misc.) (, , , , , , )

I really really hate salespeople.  Over the weekend, my phone randomly stopped charging, both on my car charger and my wall charger.  So, I grabbed both chargers and my phone and headed to the Verison store.  I showed the phone to the lady at the store, and she told me either to buy a new phone (200 bucks or more) or get a replacement phone (50 bucks.)  I decided to think about it some more and got some chinese food.  I was examining my phone when I noticed that some of the tiny metal prongs in the charger thing were bent up.  So, I took my plastic fork and gently pushed them back.  I ran outside with my car charger to see if it would work, and it did.  Yay me!

I absolutely hate it when people are like, no, you need to get a new one, the old one is broken.  Haven’t people ever heard of repairing stuff?

This has happened before, too.  I took a fitness class in college, and I was required to buy a heart rate moniter.  Not wanting to spend 100 dollars for a new one, I borrowed my friend’s.  I get to class, and for some reason, it won’t work.  The instructor says I need to buy a new one, but I’m  a poor college student, I don’t have 100 bucks lying around!  So I take it to my boyfriend and he figures out that it’s a dead battery, and also how to take the back off to replace it.  I get a normal watch battery (5 dollars) and TA DA!  Moniter is fixed.

The moral of the story, kids, is if it’s broken, there’s no harm in trying to fix it.

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Snakes and Dreams

October 14, 2009 at 2:10 am (Annoyances, Dreams) (, , , )

I am absolutely terrified of snakes.  It goes beyond the normal, ew it’s a snake kind of reaction a lot of people have.  I am reduced to a crying, screaming, RUNNING little girl when I see even the smallest, most harmless snake.  I’m shuddering just thinking about snakes.  But anyways, I’ve been having this really strange reoccuring nightmare about snakes lately.  In the dream, I open the refridgerator door, and there’s a hole in the bottom.  Through the hole appears a snake.  In one dream, the snake killed my cat.  In another, it went out onto the porch, and when I followed it, the whole porch was writhing with snakes.  In the latest one, a small snake bit me on the finger and wouldn’t let go.  I woke my boyfriend up screaming with that one.  So if anyone has any skill with interperating dreams, let me know what you think this means…

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I Hate Driving

October 8, 2009 at 8:48 pm (Annoyances, Health) (, , , , , , )

Well, no, actually I love driving.  I just hate driving in wind storms.  You see, I drive a Chevy Tracker, which is basically the smallest, cutest little SUV ever.  But, it’s wicked light and fairly tall, so the wind catches it like a sail and pushes me across the road.  I was almost late for class yesterday because I had to go 55 so I didn’t run into anyone.  This is my car (her name is Sadie):

In the summer it’s wonderful because of the soft top and the roof that folds back, but I’m scared about driving in the winter, when the roads are slicked with ice.  I’ve only had her a few months, and so far I’ve loved her, but yesterday was kind of scary.

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Strange People…

September 30, 2009 at 12:47 am (Annoyances) (, , , )

There’s a mother/daughter duo who are in my Environmental Geology class, and I have decided that I don’t like them.  See, I like to crochet in class because if I don’t have something to do with my hands, I have trouble concentrating.  Well, four classes into the semester, I come into the classroom to see them sitting in my spot.  We don’t have assigned seating but it’s generally understood that after the second class, the seats don’t change.  The room is set up with two rows of tables and chairs, and a few people sit at the first row of lab tables in the back.  I had been sitting in the second row of tables.  I’m super confused because there are a lot of other empty seats to sit in, but I take a seat in the front row and pull out my crocheting like usual.  The mother leans forward and says “Would it be ok with you if I asked you not to do that in class?  It’s really distracting.”  First off, what kind of question is that?  You can as me anything you want, you just may not like the answer.  Secondly,she moved into my seat and I moved to accomodate her and her daughter.  If I’m doing something that’s bothering you, by all means, move…just not into my seat.  There were a few seats beside me and even more in the front row that were vacant.  So now I’m stuck sitting behind them, at the lab tables, which have these awful, backless stools.  To make the situation even more peachy, the mother comes in the next time class meets and says “I’m sorry if I was a little harsh but it really is annoying.”  Then, the daughter flips her hair and says in an amazingly obnoxious voice, “Yeah, I’ve very easily distracted *giggle*”  Of course, I was all like “It’s fine, it’s understandable” but I really just wanted to stab her in the eye with my crochet hook.  Now that I’m sitting behind them, however, I can see that they really take the cake.  They don’t pay attention to the professor anyways.  They pass little notes and the daughter giggles constantly (which is way more distracting and disruptive than crocheting), and the daughter is texting half the time.  The mom has this little battery powered fan that’s on constantly and emits a high pitched whine.  At the moment’ the daughter is inspecting her hair for split ends and the mother is crunching on a Butterfingers bar.  Even the way they look is annoying.  The daughter is so skinny that all I want to do is take her home and force feed her bacon and brownies.  The mom wears long sleeved shirts and then complains about it being hot (hence the fan).  She also has “skunk hair” (dark hair with these weird blond polka dots).  My boyfriend took this class last semester and he said they were in his class too.  Somehow, they managed to fail this class…which I could pass using mostly knowledge I gathered in 10th grade Earth Science.  And holy crap, the daughter just called Yellowstone National Park “Yogi Bear Park.”  I’ll keep you updated about their antics, there should be some good ones.

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You Know What I Hate?

September 28, 2009 at 4:48 pm (Annoyances)

I absolutely hate it when someone cannot give me a proper handshake.  If I wanted to hold onto a fish, I’d go to the supermarket.  I always approach handshakes with a firm grip and a couple of quick, strong shakes.  If your hand is limply placed in mine, it’s awkward.  It also communicates to me that you’re not horribly enthusiastic about meeting me.  So do the world a favor, and when you shake hands, do so with a firm grasp and actually SHAKE, not just let your hand sit there.

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