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[17 Aug 2008|02:20pm] |
Typically I have a rule of not accepting a random man's offer to buy me a drink. There is the obvious, being that I want to avoid the possibility of date rape at all costs. Surprisingly more so though, I am far more concerned with feeling obligated to talk to people I am not interested in talking too. I know that sounds pretty lame on my part, but that is the truth of it. This man, however, insisted and purchased me one so because I am far too passive and for some reason worried at even the possibility of complete strangers disliking me, I reluctantly engaged in conversation instead of just thanking him for the drink and walking away. I expected a normal, dim witted conversation but it far exceeded that.
You know how you acknowledge that there are plenty of people out in the world who fit a particular bizarre personality? Really though, you brush it all off as a mere hyperbole until you actually meet said person face to face and are then shellshocked from the very experience despite always knowing that their existence was and still is quite common? I kind of had one of those jarring moments.
First I'm asked what I do and upon answering, the guy suggests that I start making nanites. I ask "You mean like nanorobots?" to which he nods and says it would be very useful for the military. When I tried explaining that I don't know much about nanorobotics and how it's probably more up an engineer's alley, he politely called me ignorant and said I essentially went to a bad school. I tried explaining that nanorobotics, while perhaps in practice plausible, is not much more than hypothetical...for now. In that case, it's considered superfluous information in a class setting and chances are, I'm not going to learn about it in great depth in any of my current science classes. Hypothetical of course, means completely doable to this person and I still don't know much of anything. This is the guy who referred to it as "nanites," which probably means that his grasp on the concept is no more than fictional and the movie, I, Robot is probably the first thing that comes to his mind when he thinks of that very term. After telling me that he worked in infantry, the conversation inevitably led to politics. He called me ignorant for reading the newspaper and watching the news (I admit, I don't watch the news as much as I read the paper). I then asked where I was supposed to get my sources from and he grinned and pointed to his head. He then proceeded to tell me that if there is any newscast that I can trust, my best bet is Fox news because it's "neutral." When I said that I always coined Fox news as being right wing, he laughed and decided I needed coaching in what right wing really meant. He didn't actually tell me, the conversation just somehow led to his attempts at biblically enlightening me whereupon he repeated various stories in non-chronological, completely contextually unalligning order from the Old Testament and somehow linked all of that to why homosexuals shouldn't marry (the fuck?!). He specifically said that God invented marriage and continued going on about how he has proof of it, which by his standards gave him the priviledge of using the term "theory" as it pertained to God. I imagine I startled him some because I think my face may have twitched a bit. When I tried politely stating that there were no religious marriage ceremonies for many centuries, he looked at me like I was an idiot and actually responded with "What do you think the Roman Catholic Church was?" (again...THE FUCK?!) If you go by that logic, it almost seems like the dude was telling me that Jesus was a mere afterthought considering that we supposedly already had Christianity and not to mention, denominations stemming from it! I finally just got up and left when he went into the story of Adam and Eve and seriously, no, SERIOUSLY, insisted that men and women have a disproportionate number of ribs. I tried explaining otherwise, but he just shook his head at me. Whether the guy was trying to give me a wide-on by being a jackass or just simply outdo me in conversation with no lecherous intentions, I found the guy to be a waste of time regardless. And the funny thing is, I'm not even opposed to religion, not even organized religion.
Long story I already wrote now in short: From this moment on, I am jaded and I'm never going to accept a drink from a male stranger or at least, if I do because he absolutely insists (and because, yes, free drinkies are kind of nice) I'm not going to stick around to appease him. Don't care how insensitive it makes me look anymore because fuck a whole lot of that noise.
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[13 Aug 2008|07:42pm] |
this country is fucked. i need to earn money and get tha fuck out.
this country can't live with itself.
our meat is tainted with BSE so we buy more meat in from other countries,
we did have natural gases coming from the sea but we sold it
to france because we didnt have the facilities to keep it,
all of our products come from asia and all of our call centres are abroad,
our slave jobs are being taken by immigrants,
and 40% of the country's income is made by bank promises.
the uk has been called a free market for years now.
that is why is has been easy to come and set up a business,
make some money while living on bread,
then fuck off to another country to live a mansion lifestyle.
the government doesn't give a shit about us.
we as a country are inherently blind to this until we visit other countries
and see the gorgeous state of living, like an actual education system that works,
or a simple thing like no gum on pavements.
gah. nothing like a good spot of british depression eh.
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[12 Aug 2008|10:52am] |
I don't know how I am going to build up the courage to wear this nor do I know where I could get away with wearing this. Point is, I finally have the opportunity to express my rancor against the parlous behemoth that is SPACE!
Thank you so much Nick. You truly know how to make a Pooks happy!
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[11 Aug 2008|09:24am] |
My parents are jokingly accusing me of jinxing the truck that went off the Chesapeake Bay bridge yesterday when in a matter of fact, I think they jinxed it. As my own personal rule, whenever I have to drive over a huge body of water I keep my window down. To pick up conversation I asked my parents if they thought it would be best to leave the window down in the case that the car fell from the bridge. My strategy (so to speak) is that it is best to keep the window open despite the few repercussions. The car won't absorb as much impact upon crashing into the water if the windows are open nor will the car stay afloat for as long either. However, assuming you have survived the impact (and I'm optimistic), I'd rather have a perfect opening for me to crawl out of once the car is submerged than some extra time just to find out that I may be potentially trapped and drowning. The pressure will equalize eventually, which could possibly make it feasible for you to open the car door but there is no way in hell I am risking that. While the pressure is equalizing, you're still sinking and you may very well be 200 ft. under water by the time that is accomplished. Again, I'd rather have an opening right there in front of me instead of my frantic self constantly trying to estimate when it is appropriate to successfully open the car door Either way, you're going under water, I can give a shit about a few extra seconds if I'm completely trapped in my car. As for seatbelts. I'd definitely keep mine on and if I couldn't get it off while beneath the water, I have found that it isn't hard to maneuver your way out of a seatbelt. Not to say that this is a cakewalk. I imagine in any case, the whole matter is very disorienting and even if you're alive, you still may be critically injured. Oh yeah, and that whole possibly dying of the crash thingy itself. But that was just my two cents. My parents thought I was spewing some overly paranoid hogwash and said that something like that would probably never happen on the bay bridge. Lo and behold, two days later, truck totally gets creamed. This is some eerie shit. I discussed the same thing with Nick, Jen, and Eric on the way back.
Many people have disagreed with me on the open window principle but I'm still keeping my damned car window open.
Oh, and here's a really inebriated, sweaty, stereotypically jewish nosed picture of me with a dear friend I haven't seen in quite some time:
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[10 Aug 2008|09:30pm] |
So what was supposed to be a three hour drive turned out to be a nine and a half hour drive from Ocean City back to Rockville, Maryland. The sad part was that majority of the time driving was spent on moving inch by inch for 28 miles or so to the Chesapeake Bridge. I think we arrived in the congested mess of traffic by 3:30pm and we didn't make it across the bridge until 8:45pm if that tells you anything.
And I can't seem to stop saying this line to myself:
"Oh Mrs. Packman, I'd sex that little red bow right off of you. Eat those dots you naughty, naughty girl."
Maybe I was meant to be a horny surgeon.
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[08 Aug 2008|02:02pm] |
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And here's for some random news. Looks like I'm going to the beach for the weekend with the rents. Hoo-hah.
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[08 Aug 2008|12:55pm] |
I've been getting to cooking eaties that have probably quadrupled my LDL in the past few days (as if the butter cake wasn't enough). They are very simple recipes but I still somehow feel like I accomplished something in the end. I seasoned and shallow fried some pork chops for my mom and I yesterday and they came out pretty well. Later I attempted the "bird's nest" eggs on toast technique that I have been dying to know about for awhile. They didn't come out looking as nice as they did in V for Vendetta, but they still were tasty. I just have to work on making food look "pretty" now.
Oh, and as for my seminar, my topic is evaluation of sexually transmitted diseases in the United States. Surprised anyone? Maybe I can charm the science faculty with my own personal trichomonas vaginalis dance.
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[07 Aug 2008|06:05pm] |
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it's raining most wonderfully outside.
is it cliche that i just went and danced in it?
should i even care?
i've always wanted to be a ballerina, mostly so i could wear the tu-tu, but also so i could be graceful and beautiful. aren't all ballerinas beautiful?
i want to live in the city. so i'll never feel alone. ever never ever.
i don't want to go back to school. not because i have to work, but because i have to have a schedule. every minute of my day planned for me. summer feels spontaneous. like i can go outside, in this rain, and just takeover the world. but during the school year... ahh sorry i'm going to be late for chem
i haven't check patdonline is a full week. i feel like something that used to be everything to me, is now behind this dense fog and i can't figure out if i want to reach for that piece of me. they saved my life last summer, but now...
my dad is in indianapolis with my sister. which means i am alone with my mother for four whole days. my heart is heavy.
us by regina spektor just keeps replaying. i just love that song so much.
i always have more questions that answers. i want to do something about that, but then i just end up asking another questions. so questions are the gateways to answers, so how come i never find any? look kids, another question.
i have more to say. gosh, i just wish i could articulate this better.
still figuring this out.
i mean that literally and metaphorically.
love always,
mo
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