Well, I for some reason can only sleep if I interpret the sounds to be natural or expected. Like, if people are doing construction early in the morning, it pisses me off because I think they're total dicks, and the anger keeps me awake. However, when it's afternoon, I wholly accept their right to be there, and I can sleep right through them.
Also, if it were something I knew of before getting my apartment, it would also not have been an issue. I dropped some good cash for my apartment in a private complex, and I was under the impression I was escaping the needless din of living closer to the center of the city. If I were paying a lot less, I would interpret it as getting what I paid for, and it would not be a problem either. I'd be able to sleep through it.
I dunno. It's hard to explain. It's not the noise itself, it's how I interpret the noise. I guess. I used to visit a friend who lived under one of the train lines in Chicago, and I could sleep just fine through the house rumbling clamor of the trains going until 1am, because I understood that was part of the deal of going there.
Well, I for some reason can only sleep if I interpret the sounds to be natural or expected. Like, if people are doing construction early in the morning, it pisses me off because I think they're total dicks, and the anger keeps me awake. However, when it's afternoon, I wholly accept their right to be there, and I can sleep right through them.
Also, if it were something I knew of before getting my apartment, it would also not have been an issue. I dropped some good cash for my apartment in a private complex, and I was under the impression I was escaping the needless din of living closer to the center of the city. If I were paying a lot less, I would interpret it as getting what I paid for, and it would not be a problem either. I'd be able to sleep through it.
I dunno. It's hard to explain. It's not the noise itself, it's how I interpret the noise. I guess. I used to visit a friend who lived under one of the train lines in Chicago, and I could sleep just fine through the house rumbling clamor of the trains going until 1am, because I understood that was part of the deal of going there.
Heh. Admittedly in the past couple of years I've noticed that I have trouble sleeping if it's too quiet. I'm just used to hearing a lot of background noise all the time now. I just leave music playing quietly in the background generally.
I'm in Slough, and while having decent homecooked meals is nice, hearing my dad constantly go on about how the blacks are corrupting our youth is driving me completely mad
Before leaving for Spring Break, I was pulling an all-nighter (Ryan can vouch for this) studying up for my last exam before it was OVER and I could just enjoy my Spring Break, leave Austin and all of the stress it's been giving me. I decided to just take an hour nap before the exam, since I did this EXACT SAME THING for chemistry just 24 hours before and I've found that going on just an hour or so of sleep is better than going all out and never getting any rest. I felt pretty confident about the exam, so I was like "Sure, I can afford an hour's rest, I'll wake up in like an hour and study for another hour, and I'll be on my way to get this over with."
So, naturally, about 6 hours later, I woke up. Not only did I sleep through my alarm and fully miss my exam, I slept through another class (that takes role, that I already skipped earlier that week because my boyfriend was in town and I felt I was being a bad host by always studying/working/going to class). I had a brief panic attack, and I feel SOO bad for Eric because he chose that moment to show up to my dorm to pick me up for lunch, getting the full-frontal panic 'I'm-such-a-fuck-up' rant from me. Plus I was a total mega-bitch because I didn't quite know how to react.
I tried getting a hold of the professor, but I knew the whole time it was no use. I left her like 3 phone messages and an email, and she finally got back to me that evening saying there's no way to make up the test, and that we could talk after Spring break.
Man... I was doing alright in that class; not great, I made an 83 on my first exam, but I would have done better this one. Now I can't help but think, there's no freakin way I'm going to pass this class. I mean, it's possible, and I'm definitely going to try to make as close to a 100 for the next 2 exams (there's 4 total)... but dayum. It just sucks. I haven't been thinking about it this last week since I promised Eric I wouldn't stress out about it while I was spending my week OFF with him. Now I'm back in Austin now, and I gotta deal with it.
Poop. Seriously, where is life's rewind button? Austin has made me want to invent one, haha.
Maybe I just went to easier schools, but I never had to try to pull an all-nighter or do anything like that. Maybe it's just because I'm such a nerd and didn't need to study. Or maybe I just studied throughout the class so I didn't need to cram. I can recall one class where I'd kill 8 hours every weekend forcing myself to read a chapter out of a text book. The chapters weren't THAT long, they were just so incredibly dull I could barely read for 20 minutes without nodding off. Which was much better than another text book were it was 5-10 minutes of reading followed by a 20 minute nap using the book as a pillow. That was the most soul-crushingly dull text book I ever had the misfortune of having. I did poorly on tests covering the content that was in chapters I had actually read on that one.
I'm not partial to hate, but if I hated anything it was those books.
I had to go back to my old hometown to help my parents save the house we have there from flood damage. Luckily my girlfriend came with, but I felt bad for dragging her along.
I used to drag people to Iowa during my college days. The trick is to find one obscure thing that's awesome and use that as bait, like I did with Andrew and taco pizza.
Edit: Things with Biology seem like they're going to turn out alright. Originally we're allowed to drop our lowest exam grade out of 4 exams, but the catch was that you were only allowed to drop the lowest one if you took all of them. I talked to the professor, I think she's going to let me drop this zero and I'll just have to keep my next two exam grades, which would be fantastic. Things are lookin up again
My laptop died. I had a Compaq Presario v3000 and one day, out of the blue, it didn't start. Turns out it's some sort of "hardware issue" that causes the motherboard to fry, so HP gave an enhanced warranty for people who bought those models. Regrettably, my computer malfunctioned two months after the warranty expired.
I still plan on contacting them because, hey, they still sold me a faulty computer no matter how much time has passed, but the chances of me getting my computer fixed and/or a refund are very low, since it would probably cost me just as much (or almost just as much) to fix it as it would to buy a new one.
Last night, I was at a bus stop at 1am waiting for a night bus back to the train station. After waiting about an hour, some little scrote comes up to me asking for money. I tell him I have none aside from my bus fare. He then asks for my phone, and I likewise tell him I have no phone on me.
He keeps pressing the matter, insisting I must have a phone, I keep insisting I don't. Then, as if pre-ordained by the Gods themselves, I get a text message. That "Ba-da-ding" text noise has never rung out louder.
Needless to say I was soon deprived on my phone with the threat of physical violence. Oh, and then the police thought I was lying and had a very rude police officer tell me to stop wasting their time and asserting that I would do best to drop the case now and thus avoid the court case they'll smack at me when/if they find out I'm lying.
And I have to pay the contract back. And it turns out that getting an iPhone simblocked does not stop them accessing the apps (I have no passcode lock on it), so my facebook, email, msn, aol, numerous website logins (Including the belt), bank login, twitter and all my movies and music are accessible by this little shite over wi-fi. Hopefully he tries to plug it in and erases the phone...
Oh, and then my father calls me a coward for not fighting the guy rather than handing my phone over. Cunt.
I can honestly say, if I was there with you, I would have beat the kid up. I have beaten people up for friends a few times....like that time this one kid kept calling my best friend a faggot, and I punched the kid square in the face. But yeah, that sucks.
Besides, that wouldn't help at all. What we should do is have an OB money raising for getting Bruce into some deadly martial arts lessons so he learns how to KICK ASS.
Or he can reclaim his original. The guy probably hangs out at the same bus stop on a regular basis. They usually don't have very large territories. Also, It's probably obvious, but you went and changed all your account logins after it was taken, right?
Look at me! I average 1.83 fucking posts/day. Jakey has 1.45. Ryan is like a fucking gossipy school girl and he has 2.52. Learn to just shut the fuck up. Type out your response, wait 5 minutes and then ask yourself, is this post really necessary? If you then feel it is, you can post it, unless you're under the age of 14, then it really isn't. Seriously. Just learn how to shut the fucking hell up.
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Just sayin'.
Also, if it were something I knew of before getting my apartment, it would also not have been an issue. I dropped some good cash for my apartment in a private complex, and I was under the impression I was escaping the needless din of living closer to the center of the city. If I were paying a lot less, I would interpret it as getting what I paid for, and it would not be a problem either. I'd be able to sleep through it.
I dunno. It's hard to explain. It's not the noise itself, it's how I interpret the noise. I guess. I used to visit a friend who lived under one of the train lines in Chicago, and I could sleep just fine through the house rumbling clamor of the trains going until 1am, because I understood that was part of the deal of going there.
sorry, had to get that out.
Heh. Admittedly in the past couple of years I've noticed that I have trouble sleeping if it's too quiet. I'm just used to hearing a lot of background noise all the time now. I just leave music playing quietly in the background generally.
And it's ok Behemoth. We all hate you too.
Can this thread be the ultimate fail thread?
Before leaving for Spring Break, I was pulling an all-nighter (Ryan can vouch for this) studying up for my last exam before it was OVER and I could just enjoy my Spring Break, leave Austin and all of the stress it's been giving me. I decided to just take an hour nap before the exam, since I did this EXACT SAME THING for chemistry just 24 hours before and I've found that going on just an hour or so of sleep is better than going all out and never getting any rest. I felt pretty confident about the exam, so I was like "Sure, I can afford an hour's rest, I'll wake up in like an hour and study for another hour, and I'll be on my way to get this over with."
So, naturally, about 6 hours later, I woke up. Not only did I sleep through my alarm and fully miss my exam, I slept through another class (that takes role, that I already skipped earlier that week because my boyfriend was in town and I felt I was being a bad host by always studying/working/going to class). I had a brief panic attack, and I feel SOO bad for Eric because he chose that moment to show up to my dorm to pick me up for lunch, getting the full-frontal panic 'I'm-such-a-fuck-up' rant from me. Plus I was a total mega-bitch because I didn't quite know how to react.
I tried getting a hold of the professor, but I knew the whole time it was no use. I left her like 3 phone messages and an email, and she finally got back to me that evening saying there's no way to make up the test, and that we could talk after Spring break.
Man... I was doing alright in that class; not great, I made an 83 on my first exam, but I would have done better this one. Now I can't help but think, there's no freakin way I'm going to pass this class. I mean, it's possible, and I'm definitely going to try to make as close to a 100 for the next 2 exams (there's 4 total)... but dayum. It just sucks. I haven't been thinking about it this last week since I promised Eric I wouldn't stress out about it while I was spending my week OFF with him. Now I'm back in Austin now, and I gotta deal with it.
Poop. Seriously, where is life's rewind button? Austin has made me want to invent one, haha.
I will try to yell at you more when you stay up too late.
I'm not partial to hate, but if I hated anything it was those books.
...unless you like corn. A lot.
Edit: Things with Biology seem like they're going to turn out alright. Originally we're allowed to drop our lowest exam grade out of 4 exams, but the catch was that you were only allowed to drop the lowest one if you took all of them. I talked to the professor, I think she's going to let me drop this zero and I'll just have to keep my next two exam grades, which would be fantastic. Things are lookin up again
Also, don't forget promises of your grunting cat.
I still plan on contacting them because, hey, they still sold me a faulty computer no matter how much time has passed, but the chances of me getting my computer fixed and/or a refund are very low, since it would probably cost me just as much (or almost just as much) to fix it as it would to buy a new one.
He keeps pressing the matter, insisting I must have a phone, I keep insisting I don't. Then, as if pre-ordained by the Gods themselves, I get a text message. That "Ba-da-ding" text noise has never rung out louder.
Needless to say I was soon deprived on my phone with the threat of physical violence. Oh, and then the police thought I was lying and had a very rude police officer tell me to stop wasting their time and asserting that I would do best to drop the case now and thus avoid the court case they'll smack at me when/if they find out I'm lying.
And I have to pay the contract back. And it turns out that getting an iPhone simblocked does not stop them accessing the apps (I have no passcode lock on it), so my facebook, email, msn, aol, numerous website logins (Including the belt), bank login, twitter and all my movies and music are accessible by this little shite over wi-fi. Hopefully he tries to plug it in and erases the phone...
Oh, and then my father calls me a coward for not fighting the guy rather than handing my phone over. Cunt.
Fuck my Life, seriously.
As for a knife, no, but he was well built and I'm no fighter, so I didn't want to risk getting my head kicked in.
No, that's okay...
Or in this case, give Bruce an iPhone and he has his phone for a day. Teach Bruce how to kick ass and he keeps his iPhone forever.
Well shit.
Also, Lauren could play a convincing Jesus if she has a fake beard on