A little run in with our old friend HCl/ Retard in Global Society

Whew...survived O.chem lab today (five hours of toiling).....I really suck at that, who else but me could spill 8 different chemicals on their hands and any other unfortunate expanse of skin that happened to be showing? The whole time I was thinking "I'm too young to DIE!!" Apparently, the novel thing about O.Chem lab 2 is that you get to fiddle around with Unknown Chemicals.....as in they don't tell you what they're giving you, only give it an innocuous letter. I happened to get the clear liquid D....innocent clear liquid D. Of course when I added acid to it (and spilled some on myself of course), it bubbled forth like a freaking volcano over everything and I was left bolting for the sink. Everyone else's liquid was so well-behaved.....happy and content to sit in a beaker. I wonder what the hell my lab TA was thinking "Like hey, I"ll assign him to the unknown of water, and that girl can have Milk, and oh, hey let me give Nina some skin-eroding chemical found in the center of the SUN!" The crowning injustice was when I spilled the product that I'd been collecting for the last four hours......oh yeah, it's going to be a fun semester.

Anyway, my one non-science class is turning out to be slightly interesting.....usually I'm perfectly willing to sleep through another professor's attempts to de-jargonize "globalization", but in this case there's a couple reasons to stay awake: 1) I misjudged the prof.....I thought she really didn't care to explore the myths surrounding globalization but in actuality she has a very diplomatic way of denouncing it, and I can respect that. 2) This complete MORON sitting in the front row whose comments are just begging to be completely destroyed. Honestly, it's impossible for 10 minutes to go by without him opening his pie hole to say "Gee, what's so bad about America stepping in?" or "The IMF is just so darn awesome handing out all this money!" Uh huh, I'm sure Jamaica feels that way, or the other half-dozen countries the IMF has screwed under the guise of "helping." Today, though, I may have gotten carried away. I had to fight to keep the derision in my voice to a dull roar as I reminded aforementioned moron in front row that simply put, not every country can "pick up the pieces" after a legacy of colonization to deal with. And maybe if he'd remove his head from his ass he could see that. Cough. end rant.

Quote of the Day:

“I know all about death.” Suicidal doll

“Yeah? Let’s see what your ass knows about flying!” (kicks him off cliff) Master Shake

Aqua Team Hunger Force

Stalkers: an Indepth Analysis

My suicide schedule this semester is getting me to re-evaluate certain things like...
Why do I have so many stalkers?
Well, first I should probably define what I call a "stalker." Trust me people, they come in all shapes and sizes. But they are all united and characterized by a few notable traits: They're needy. And although they have many many friends, they are all clearly superficial or else they wouldn't be so starved for attention. They often try to 'buy" this attention by offering the following: dinner, gifts, care packages.... When they feel they aren't getting attention, they either turn resentful and retaliate....or continue on their pointless path and increase their persistence tenfold. Unfortunately, I've been treated to both varieties of stalkers.
Why do they stalk me?
This is of some confusion to me. I'm independant, detest clingy people, and yet, ....am too trusting. Before living in Pittsburgh, I was unaware of this new species of people :Stalkerus Burghius...they're freaking everywhere. Maybe its the shitty weather that drives them to harass college girls to the point of insanity...but still. After some careful introspection I realize that when I first make friends with these people, they come off as nice, normal individuals. It's only weeks later, after finding 18 messages on my phone that I realize that it's not the case....and by then I'm far too non-confrontational to cut them off. There are different degrees of friendship....there are my roomates who I feel very close to, and spend my small amount of free time with. Then there are those people that I don't see very often but consider nice people. Fortunately, the vast majority of these are like me, independant, and hence let me have my space. And then....the last type: The ..."Acquaintance". The Acquaintance is the person you might have shared some bullshit elective during freshman year with or perhaps had a casual conversation at some bus stop or random outing. And apart from the usual shared topics of how class sucks, etc.....you two have NOTHING in common. As in, I may have more in common with a Pat Robertson, and YET they continue to call you...months, perhaps even a whole year after said class, because in a moment of innocent naivete you offered over your cellphone number. I'm far too passive....only those that know me well can actually tell if I'm faking enthusiasm when I run into a stalker for fear of hurting their feelings....when honestly, why the HELL should I care? They're the ones leeching off of me as if I'm some positivity drug they need to get through their day...
So the real question is: Do I honestly have to join witness protection before they stop calling incessantly wanting to hang out?Will they ever realize that pre-med....esp. w/ four sciences makes this IMPOSSIBLE for even those friends that I actually WANT to see? And that I'd rather drink battery acid than spend my little free time being used for their entertainment in an effort to liven up their dull and insipid lives? Okay that's harsh...but I'm tired of it! No more...

In other news.....well okay there IS no other news, I just figured I'd put in the obligatory new year post. Unfortunately, this whole "stalker" post happened to come up and hence I'm following up the bitter physics post...with yet another bitter post. Anyone guess what my attempted New Years resolution is? yeah....not to be so bitter. I've still got both hands and legs....up to my ears in granola bars....I'm set, I really shouldn't be bitching this much. Enough is enough. (cough, watch me break this resolution as soon as midterms roll around).

Quote of the Day:
Bert: "Hello? Son of a bitch, I'm on my way." [hangs up, gets out of bed and dresses] "Some poor bastard got his head blown off at Hooper's."
Ernie: "Bert, I wish you wouldn't drink so much."
Bert: "Well, I wish you wouldn't eat cookies in the DAMN bed!"
Ernie: [quivering]"Bert, you're shouting again."
Family Guy