Common Sense

It never ceases to amaze me how some people have so little common sense, and are completely clueless about the world around them. Not even in the educated sense, just in the what the EFF were you thinking sense.
Take this guy who I will call J, J for Jewish. We used to be okay friends because I was blinded by x (whatever x is). Not anymore because he has slowly managed to piss me off and the rest of the people we live with.
It's not like he's ever done anything big to really aggravate me, but everything little he does slowly accumulates into a giant pile of WTF IS GOING THROUGH YOUR BRAIN!

Incident 1. He keeps a list of how much money people owe him for whatever reason. Doesn't seem like a big deal, right? Wrong. I was on there for fifty cents. FIFTY CENTS. And he wanted it before Thanksgiving. What are you going to go do with that fifty cents? Go Black Friday shopping? Good luck if that even covers your tax.

Incident 2. This was right before winter break after we all agreed to clean the apartment before we left so it didn't sit there developing more filth on top of filth for a month.
Me: Hey J. Did you clean the bathroom before you leave?
J: No.
Me: Why not?
J: There were no paper towels.
Me: Why do you need paper towels? We have sponges.
J: So I can wipe everything up.
Me: Use a sponge?
J: I'll clean it when I get back. Bye.

Seriously? Why the hell do you need paper towels to clean a bathroom? In all of my years of cleaning bathrooms, I have only needed paper towels to Windex mirrors. Provided I was feeling unlazy enough to Windex the mirrors, but that's a different story. Why do you need paper towels to wipe things up? A sink has a faucet where water comes out. People wash their hands; some flail hands wildly. No need for a paper towel because the counter or sink will get wet again. The shower? Same story. The toilet is debatable, but I live in an apartment with four (three at the time) guys. What are the chances of them needing to dump immediately after me cleaning the toilet so the water will not have evaporated? Very slim. Lazy ass prick.

Incident 3. We all agreed to purchasing a bunch of items for our apartment this quarter because we ran out of everything we bought at the beginning of the year. His task was to purchase SOAP, as in hand SOAP. He came home one day, very proud or something, with his soap. I looked at it, saw that it was hand sanitizer, and put it in the closet, because we don't really need hand sanitizer. Sounds okay, right? Wrong. He flipped out because his "soap" was missing. He searched high and low throughout the entire apartment for it, and finally found it in the closet. He griped about it being there. Then proceeded to unpackage it and put it next to the sink. I saw the hand sanitizers out a few days later and put them back in the closet, because you know, they aren't soap. He noticed and griped some more.

Is it really that difficult to distinguish between soap and hand sanitizer? I mean, even if you just glance at the label sanitizer is clearly a longer word. You can't even use hand sanitizer with water, because that's not what it's for! So dumb!

Incident 4. I was talking to my roommate, Alexis. He told me that this morning he needed to print some papers, so he asked J. J was busy so he told Alexis to wake me up so I can print his papers. What the heck? How difficult is it to print a few sheets of paper? Why do you have to wake up someone who is SLEEPING to print a few sheets of paper? And especially considering the fact that I have gotten minimal amounts of sleep for the past few weeks. But of course J wouldn't know that because he sits in his room with the door closed and locked, and hardly sees the light of day.

Incident 5. My other roommate, Alexis, and I are currently thawing a chicken in the plugged (read: PLUGGED, not clogged. PLUGGED) sink. J went to go do his dishes that had pasta sauce and stuff all over it. He took the chicken out of the sink. He did not unplug it, and went about doing his dishes. I emerged from my room to do something and I looked inside the kitchen sink. The water resembled watered down blood with little basil bits floating on top and oil here and there. Needless to say, I was not very pleased because I don't like dirty and disgusting things.

I unplugged the sink and scrubbed all the pasta residue off, then went to confront J about it. I asked him that if the sink was plugged (plugged, not clogged!) the next time he needed to wash whatever to unplug it and then proceed. He told me that the sink was not plugged. What the heck! I plugged the sink, filled it with water and plopped a chicken in it. And it was still very obviously plugged after he did his dishes. How could he NOT see it? He had to take a chicken out of a sink filled with water. How was the water in there? Magic? Then he told me that there was no pasta residue. Again, WTF! No pasta residue, my ass. Pasta sauce has things in it like basil, and oil. Tell me again that there was no pasta residue because I scrubbed that stuff off the sink. THEN he told me that he was waiting for the sink to drain. How is the sink supposed to drain if it's plugged? On top of that, you SAW the drain through the clear water after you took the chicken out. Can drains be clogged if they are empty? No. Of course not unless you have magical powers, which he very well does not have because he couldn't magically drain the sink. I told him again that there was a plug in there and to next time take it out. His response? "We have plugs for the sink?" No, dude. We just have five thousand sink parts lying around for whatever reason. Hello??? The two plugs have been sitting next to the faucet for the entire duration of us living in this apartment. We have two catcher things for food waste, and two plugs. Idiot.

At times I feel like I'm living with a five year old. I shouldn't have to talk to people about these things. It's not that hard. Ugh.

I'm So Boring!

Haven't really had anything noteworthy to blog about other than random rants that I kind of gave up on ranting about.
Here are a few bullet points of the past few weeks:
- I hate the Kresge mailroom. Not just because of a giant mishap with a phone that was overnighted to me, but because of their incompetence in general. When an envelope says "Do not bend" you probably should not bend it. Add to that, the mailroom boss, let's call her Kia Parks Bitch, felt the need to address me about my incredible moment of hatred towards the mailroom. I'm Facebook friends with two of the girls who work in there, and I was very unhappy with the phone incident (broken phone, broken charger) so naturally, I vented on Facebook. One of the girls, probably the Jesus loving, trailer park living one, copied&pasted and emailed it to Kia Parks Bitch, like a little baby. I was in the Kresge advising office using their phone, trying to see if I could get a new phone, she told that I was disrespectful and hurtful because of the status I posted. The girls in the mailroom work very hard and they hardly get paid anything for it. And I hurt her feelings. Cry, cry, cry. The girls in the mailroom work very hard, my ass. This isn't even hard work. What is so difficult about sorting mail and sticking it in slots? What is so difficult about writing people's names on their packages, filling in package slips, then filling in a binder with package slip info? What is so difficult about not bending an envelope when it says "Do not bend"? Oh wait... NOTHING. And my roommate tells me they get paid $10 to be incompetent 'cause he applied for a job with the mailroom. Cry to me again?
- I have a new phone! LG EnV Touch. It's pretty cool. Still trying to get used to it.
- I am a dancing MACHINE! And it's great. The last three parties I've been to have been dance parties and they have all rocked my socks off. Also apparently my booty shaking, nonexistent Bhangra skills are to be envied by all. They also effectively clear a dance floor. EXCELLENT.
- I am a slacker. I hate school.

I think that's it.

WOW, You're REALLY Idiots

I just got back from my chemistry lab. I hate chem lab, I really, really do. Chemistry sucks. My lab partners used to suck, but not anymore because I switched. My TA is cool, but his English sucks. Chem lab sucks. Anyway, today sucked as well. It involved a lot of waiting, and a lot of waiting. The experiment was split into three parts, and partners paired up with other partners to split up the parts so people had to do less work.
There was only one group in the entire class doing the last part. It looked like they'd finished, so I went to ask them about their results. They told me that they didn't finish. I asked them why because they were at the tables away from the lab area. They told me that their spectrometer (a device used to measure %T at various wavelengths) did not work so they threw away all their results. They told me that their SPECTROMETER DID NOT WORK SO THEY THREW AWAY ALL OF THEIR SOLUTIONS. ONE spectrometer out of TEN in the class did not work; it happened to be theirs so they THREW AWAY ALL OF THEIR SOLUTIONS. Has the absurdity of this action sunk in yet?
What type of inept retards do you have to be to throw away your solutions because the machine that you happen to be using is not functioning? What type of incompetent idiots do you have to be to not have the thought cross your mind that maybe you could use one of the other ten million spectrometers in the class? What type of complete dumbasses are you to not have common fucking sense pass through your brain? What type of inconsiderate assholes are you to simply throw away solutions that could be put in a different spectrometer so that the entire class can have results?
SERIOUSLY, what the HELL. It's cool if everyone had results. Whatever, your loss. It's a little bit more cool if someone else had done your part and you decided that you are too stupid to use another spectrometer and will instead copy their results. But it's not cool because you made everyone wait, and you made someone else do the part of the experiment to compensate for your complete fucking retarded, incompetent minds.
How are you even in college if you can't think of using another machine? How are you in college if you something so incredibly simple does not pass your mind? When your car runs out of gas, do you junk it because it "doesn't work"? When your computer crashes, do you throw it away because it "doesn't work"? If you can't figure out a calculation, do you just stop because it "doesn't work"? If your cellphone battery dies, do you throw your cellphone away because it is "broken"? If your pencil runs out of lead, or the lead breaks, or the point is dull, do you toss it because it "doesn't work"? Why is it then okay for you to throw away a bunch of solutions because your spectrometer doesn't work?
You're fucking idiots. I hope you get hit by a bus.

Are You Retarded?

In the past five or so months, the trusty TI-34 II calculator that I have had since sixth grade decided to slowly degenerate in my loving hands. It has worked sporadically on and off, and usually the 1, 2, 3, sto=>, clear, divide, multiply, subtract, add, enter, delete, clear, and the right arrow. It has accompanied through many tests, and I am sorry to say this, but I believe it is time for it to never feel an electrical current run through its veins again. It is time for me to get a new calculator. And by new, I mean as cheap as possible.
Where is the best place for as cheap as possible? Amazon, of course. And then eBay! I had no such luck with Amazon. It looked like I was having no luck with eBay either, until I stumbled across this lovely gem. It is a used, TI-34 II with no cover selling on eBay for $77.77. Did you read it correctly? Yes, seventy seven dollars and seventy seven cents. Who in their right mind would attempt to sell a used, not even full TI-34 II calculator for almost a hundred bucks?! The thing brand spankin' new is not even worth HALF that much, although it is worth a third of that price...
I made an offer of $5 for the used TI-83 II calculator missing its cover. The owner responded with $24.99. $24.99?! For a used scientific calculator with a missing cover? I could get one brand new on Amazon for that, maybe even cheaper with good luck! I reluctantly increased my price to $10.00 with a note saying that his price was not worth it. He accepted the offer. My prior research saved me $8-12 because I paid $17.00 for it, including S&H! Yay. I hate when people try to Jew me.
Seriously though, this guy must have been delusional or something if he thought that his calculator was worth three times as much as a brand new one, excluding shipping and handling. People are so dumb.

Also, on a random sidenote: My blog is being visited by random fashion bloggers with a decent following? This is pretty cool because I like seeing what people wear on a daily basis even if I am too lazy/uninspired to attempt any sort of personal style other than jeans and a t-shirt. Too bad I don't really blog about anything really fashion relevant other than things I would like and occasional rants about outrageously priced things.

...what?

Okay, not gonna lie. I spend probably 80% of my time on the internet (pretend) online shopping, mostly because I don't have any money/I can't spend anymore money. Otherwise I'd have clothes out the wazoo. Anyway, back to the point... I was browsing around on ShopBop today and I somehow stumbled across these Siwy Sophie Skinny Jeans. They're like a reverse mullet, but in denim form. And they are $242.
WHAT. THE. HECK. Those jeans are TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY TWO DOLLARS. Can they even be considered jeans? Is there even enough denim to qualify them as jeans? Why would you want random mesh on your legs anyway?
You could pretty much achieve the same look with footless tights and a pair of shorts or denim cutoffs or something AND you could save a crapton of money. How can you justify paying $242 for these when you aren't even getting a full premium denim product?! I can pretend to justify paying $150+ for jeans because I've definitely done that before. But paying $240 for three quarters of a pair?! Absolutely ridiculous. I hate clothes. We should all run around naked.

A WTF Moment, in a Bad Way

Today, my friends (Indian Alex and Mexican Tim) and I went to the gym after our calculus class. We are a cool group of people filled with retardedness and weirdness. It rocks. We walked through the core of campus and popped out by the bookstore. As we neared our destination, this other Indian guy--let's call him Indian Douche--popped out of nowhere and greeted Alex because somehow all Indian people know each other. I was falling behind because I had been pulling my spandex down, spacing out, talking to people except not because nobody was listening, so I ran down a hill to catch up to them. I noticed Indian Douche, and not wanting to be rude, I said hi, and continued doing what I was doing.
A thought struck my mind: there was a party tonight and I wasn't sure if Mexican Tim was going with us. So I asked him. He inquired about whose party it was, and I told him that it was my friend's friend's 21st birthday party. He said he didn't want to go to a 21st birthday party. I was slightly bewildered. Why wouldn't anyone want to go? Copious amounts of (free) alcohol! So I stated that obvious fact like this: "But there will be copious amounts of alcohol!" Then from behind me, I heard Indian Douche say, "Wow, that's a big word for you."
Excuse me, but what the fuck. I flipped out because I do not appreciate being called stupid. And I definitely do not appreciate a complete stranger insulting my intelligence. In the five minutes (or less) that I have known him, there was no indication of my intelligence level whatsoever outside of the conversation that he was listening to, which was little. Maybe it would be okay if one of my friends had said, haha, big word for Paulina, but not really. That is beside the point. How can someone who doesn't even know me call me stupid? Does talking about going to a party equate to idiocy and stupidity? Because if that's true, then everyone must be goddamn retarded. I could understand why he said that if I was talking about going to a party, getting absolutely hammered, and trying to find a guy to fuck. I could understand why he said that if I used the word, "copious", in the wrong context. I could understand why he said that if I were participating in a really retarded conversation (I can't think of one right now but just imagine a conversation that you hear dumb bitches talk about and pretend I'm talking with someone about that). But nowhere in our less than five minutes of interaction did I even have a chance to prove my stupidity (or lack thereof) to warrant said comment.
I was really mad at my friends because they were laughing at his comment so I called them out on it. They tried to play it off like it was a big word in relation to my size/height. First of all, my size/height and diction have no correlation whatsoever. If your thought process connects big word to big person, you should probably jump off the nearest cliff or bridge. You're stupid. Second of all, do they really think I am that stupid? Okay, this is not the best judge of intelligence, but if you compare our grades and test scores, mine are better by a long shot. And I am not stupid, because why would they be friends with me if copious was such a huge word for my usual vocabulary? And third of all, do they REALLY think I am that stupid to not spot their fucking bullshit from goddamn Pluto? Like I said before, size and diction have no relevancy whatsoever, and if you think that I'm going to believe that pathetic excuse, you better think again or brace yourself for a kick in the nuts.
So Indian Douche, you're fucking stupid for trying to talk shit to/about me. I don't know you, and I really don't care to, but if five minutes of walking next to someone is enough to warrant the idiot title, I have to say, you're a goddamn idiot. PS - I don't know what your vocabulary consists of but "copious" is not that big of a word.

Wow, You're an Idiot

This year at UCSC, we have new washing machines & dryers because people kept flicking pennies in through the quarter slot to save money on washing clothes. Although it is convenient for them, it is inconvenient for everyone else because it causes the machines to break and is a hassle when 700 students need to wash their clothes but only two or three out of six washing machines/dryers are functioning. The new washing machines & dryers are operated by a card that you have to load with money on the internet and then through a verification machine in the laundry room. This ensures that nobody breaks the machines by flicking pennies into it, and that the university gets their money from people doing their laundry.
Anyway, today, I went to retrieve my clothes from the dryer so I could head off to class. Inside the Kresge East laundry room was a boy. This boy asked me to help him get the washing machine to start because he couldn't figure out what he was doing wrong. Clothes in the washing machine? Yup. Laundry detergent in? I assumed so. Card inserted? Wait, what card!? said the bewilderment on his face. This idiot had inserted quarters into a designated card slot on the two washing machines he was using.
First of all, are you an idiot? Second of all, are you an idiot? And third, I don't know what type of places you've been to, but nowhere in my nineteen and a half years and eleven days of existence have I ever seen a place where you could insert coins into card slots. Maybe it would be okay if there was a coin slot in addition to a card slot and he absentmindedly stuck it in the card slot. Unfortunately for him, there are only card slots on all washing machines and dryers.
How did someone like that get into college is what I'm wondering. Because if you're sticking coins into card slots and wondering why a machine isn't working, you should probably go back to kindergarten.

Get Owned, Bitch.

I touched a bit upon it a few entries ago. And by touched, I mean, I mentioned slightly. So anyway, here is a problem that has been going on for two~ years. Black Friday 2007, I got this rad Juicy necklace from Nordstrom. I kept it in its little box inside my cosmetics case. I didn't/don't wear much jewelry, so this little number never saw the light of day. Then many moons passed and it came time for me to go visit Brad for the first time in Washington. I was very excited and I wanted to bring my necklace along. I never wore it or anything, so it should have been where I left it. Amirite? More like wrong. I opened up my cosmetics case. The little box it came in was there. I opened the box. The necklace was missing. Wait, what? Yup. The necklace was missing.
See, now that makes no sense whatsoever. How can something go missing if it was never used and never touched? Gee, I wonder.
Naturally, I blamed my sister because when my things go missing that I haven't misplaced, she's stolen it. She flipped the hell out and started screaming and crying about how I always accuse her of taking my stuff. It's like the boy who cried wolf. He kept saying there was a wolf when there wasn't. So when there finally was a wolf, nobody believed him. Well, if she kept stealing my stuff, and I kept finding my things among hers... yeah.
So this issue has been ongoing since then. Every single time I've brought it up, my parents and most people I know have called me a liar. They told me that I was simply trying to start trouble.
Then pictures have popped up of her wearing it on Facebook. Gee, how did that happen. So I sent the pictures to my mom, and she said she didn't have any proof. Are pictures of her stealing it not PROOF enough? Then she accused me of trying to start trouble again.

(Faces of the innocent have been colored out to protect their privacy.)

So today I was digging around the room that I share with my sister, and what did I find? One of the Juicy jackets that I bought on eBay because the description said it was purple but when I opened the package, it was gray and my necklace! They were hidden in a box of my sister's junk, underneath a pile of old sweatshirts and jackets.



And just in case my description of how/why I bought the jacket isn't enough and I am still lying, here are pictures of me wearing it in Santa Cruz and in Washington.



So I win, you lose. I rise, you fall. (Hahaha, "Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen" reference.) Who's the liar now?

When Will People Learn

I don't get it. When are people going to learn that messing with my stuff is NOT the way to make it easy to live with me? In fact, when are people going to learn that messing with other people's stuff in general doesn't make it easy to live with anyone, unless they're fucking retards and are completely oblivious, or if they are hippies?
Seriously. I am not that hard to get along with unless you're offended by the the things that come out of my mouth. I keep to myself a lot. I like to be awkward, but only for shitz & gigglez. But going through my stuff, stealing, and throwing my things away is INSTANTLY going to make me want to rip your fucking brains out. And everyone I live/d with doesn't seem to fucking understand that. It's not that fucking hard. Don't touch my things and there will be no disasters of epic proportions.

I Hate Twilight

I'm in the minority, but seriously, the book and movie are incredibly stupid and despicable. I read the book sometime last summer out of boredom, and tonight, I decided to watch the movie to see wtf was up. Both were a waste of time.

Let me sum up the novel/movie for you:
Bella: I just moved here and I don't know anybody, but there's this Edward guy and he's so pretty and gorgeous and he hates me. Oh wait, no, he loves me? He loves me!
Edward: Bella, I love you, but I'm a VAMPIRE. I'm evil! We can't be together. You'd be so much better off without me. I sparkle! I'm evil! I sparkle! I put you in danger.
*cue James, black guy, ugly woman*
James: I'm James, and I'm a tracker. Edward looked at me funny! What a challenge! I am going to kill Bella! Ha ha ha.
*cue five minutes/pages of anticlimactic fighting in Phoenix in which James is killed*
The end.

Not to mention the acting is terrible. Do Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart have expressions other than a stoned stare? I've seen more emotion out of a statue.

Also, I've come to the conclusion that Robert Pattinson is not that sexy.

Kill me, please.

I Really Hate De Anza

The first reason why I don't like De Anza is because it feels like high school all over again. Don't get me wrong, high school was cool and all, but not the classes. I like sitting in a five million person lecture hall and not having the professor ever know me. I like not having professors in said lecture hall not give a damn about whether or not I am there (ie. attendance!). I like not having to deal with group discussions and daily assigned readings with responses (unless I'm in some sort of writing class). I like stuff like that.

But most of all, I really hate De Anza because of the absolutely brilliant parking lot design they've got going on. Seriously, it has got to be every Asians' best dream, allowing for driving like idiots, not paying attention to laws and proper driving etiquette. To demonstrate, I've broken it down into several WTF points, labeled A-G.


A - Considering the fact that they only have three (technically, two) known entrances onto campus, this spot has a lot of congestion. This point has several pedestrian crosswalks and fifty stop signs too many, thus leading to a long line of traffic and people constantly missing the stoplight. In addition, at any given class time, it is nearly impossible to turn out of the parking lot onto Campus Drive because people are trying to get in and out all at once.
B - This is a serious WTF point. It's a small intersection, but not really, and somehow you have to do a semi-U-turn to get out of campus from the parking lot? And if you somehow don't register that there's a semi-U-turn to be made, you have to dodge cars leaving their stop signs. Also, the exit can only fit two cars at most, so anymore than that and the roadway is blocked. Epic design fail.
C - Due to people rice rocketting past and the lack of a stop sign, it is nearly impossible to turn into the parking lot at this point.
D - This is just a WTF point. It SEEMS like when you get over here there'd be some sort of exit from the WTF parking lot, but WRONG. COMPLETELY WRONG. It's just a row of a few shrubs laughing maniacally at you for thinking, like any normal human being, that there would be an exit.
F - This is an exit from the parking lot where nobody pays attention to the stop sign and decides to cut in front of you.
G - UGH. This is the WORST PLACE EVER. I don't know who the FUCK thought this was a good idea, but they should probably be crucified. It is almost impossible to get out of Campus Drive from here at any given time because you always have people turning in from Stelling. Now, if they were all heading in one direction (like to the right), it would be all fine and dandy, but they don't. The entrance from Stelling splits off into two lanes, one for people turning right (the cool people) and the other for people going straight or turning left (the motherfuckers). You never really know which lane people are going to go into, and more often than not they'll change lanes really quick, thus confusing people trying to turn into the five feet of space that allows for you to exit Campus Drive onto Stelling. Then you have to play guess what the people are gonna do at the myriad of stop signs opposite from you, and they're doing the same. And if you err on the side of caution, you have a line of twenty pissed off probably-Asians honking at you to move your ass.

Reason number three as to why I hate De Anza is because their website is confusing as fuck and has no relevant information. In addition, everything on there contradicts everything else. And they're not giving me a $54 refund for withdrawing from a class within the withdraw period. WTF.

In short, I really hate De Anza, and some day, I will purchase a bulldozer and bulldoze entrances and exits wherever I please.

Life Right Now

Chemistry is raping me intensely. I do not enjoy it. What the hell are s-orbitals, p-orbitals, d-orbitals, f-orbitals, and g-orbitals? How do you draw them and why do they look like obnoxious bubbles? What do the little xyz things mean? Stuff like that. I just finished my chemistry homework, and it stuck baseball-sized anal beads up my ass and pulled them out excruciatingly painfully. Awesome. It is now 3AM and my sleep schedule is beyond fucked. Also, my chem lab isn't too bad, but people are kind of stupid. Myself, included at times. I, however, am capable of doing my calculations properly, thus not fucking over the group I work with. Also, good thing my lab partner is a near genius (well, at least in relation to me and chemistry) and can answer all idiotic questions I have on those little measuring thingies with like two rulers, kind of like one of those scales at the doctor's office, I don't remember what its called, and pycnometry, and any other nonsense Randa Roland/Ryan Garcia tosses our way. Lab is time consuming though, and that equates to rape of my day. Chemistry = rape.
Calculus is not raping me... yet? I still have one section of calc homework to do, but I figure that I can figure it out sometime between 12:10PM and 5:00PM when it is due. Yes. My professor wears the same outfit everyday and my friends talk entirely too much. It is difficult to pay attention in class when the people next to you are talking about cocks and balls, and I am pondering fashion choices. Homework is kind of long though. This could possibly be implications of rape in the future.
Music from Latin America is the worst class on the face of the planet. I have not done any of the ~200 page readings that he restates in class. Today, my professor had a medical emergency, so instead we watched a documentary on Brazilian spirit possession. The only thing that possessed me was sleep, but it was semi-difficult because of the crazed whoops and "possessed" people spazzing out on screen. Cool. Not really.
Volleyball is semi-raping me, but only because I play a lot of it which leaves less time to devote to above three classes+lab. I don't have much else to say about this. I do love volleyball though!

Okay, now I need to go to sleep.

Assasins

I'm playing at Santa Cruz right now. And I've killed two people. I'm not quite sure who my third target is, but I know that some of my roommates know her. So hopefully I will be able to eliminate her. That will be awesome. My first two kills were pretty awesome. I caught them both completely unawares. I will not disclose names for the time being in case I get snooped on by other people. I don't want any data to leak that could potentially jeopardize me killing someone. And I am very determined to kill as many people as possible. This is the best game for me. Nobody knows who I am. But I am a very good creeper and I can and will find everyone.

Side rant--I think it's funny when I mention Brad and I see people's faces change immediately. Then they ask me to ask him to do something for them. Idiots. I know you guys don't like him, but don't be a fucking dick about it. That's all I ask. I don't care if you think he's ugly, not good enough for me, whatever, but tell me once and keep it to yourself, because more than that is not cool. He's someone who makes me happy, so accept that and dislodge the tree trunk out your ass. Thanks.

Side note--I also think it's funny that Nicole tries to unite people against people she doesn't like, and they basically end up uniting against her. Awesome.

LOL/UNLOL

Tonight, I spent a good three hours tutoring someone with their math homework. That is the strangest thing I've ever done. I hate math. I suck at math. But apparently not enough, because I tutored someone in a subject I haven't legitimately taken since my junior year of high school. Strange.

Also, work really sucks. I absolutely HATE my managers. They all have sticks up their asses. One manager has a fucking skyscraper lodged up there. I am not even kidding. I get bitched at for various things that I should not have to get bitched at. Like wearing black pants and black shoes, which is what the dress code is, and about how I am not allowed to wear that anymore. I'm really going to go out and buy new pants and new shoes (specifically, "ones that you can polish") just for a shitty ass job that I work part-time for, right? Because I clearly have an unlimited amount of money which is why I work at your shitty store and deal with your bullshit and condescending bitch attitude even though your job is really no better than mine. Gotcha.

Retail Rants: Customers & Coworkers

• Today, a bitchy, old, rich lady came in. She yelled at me about not being able to find Clinique in our store. Hello? Clinique is only sold at department stores. Me trying to find Chanel at Goodwill is like you trying to find Clinique at Longs Drugs, except more extreme. Then she yelled at me to stop the conveyor belt because she wanted to put her notebook and purse down on it when there is a nice, smooth, flat, non-mooving counter one foot to her left. I don't control the moving, mechanical object. It's automated via sensor. It did not sense an object, so therefore it moved to bring an object for me to scan.
• I hate when people come in for a product we used to carry, and do not understand that we do not carry it anymore. If it's not on the shelf, it's not there. Don't ask me to check in the back because I will simply go back there, sit down, mess around on or with my phone for five to ten minutes and come back out and tell you that I could not find it.
• I do not understand why customers do not understand the concept of seasonal items. Gardening tools in the winter? Nobody has much of a chance of finding that at a drugstore right now, except places with gardening sections selling plants. Check Home Depot or Orchard Supply & Hardware, but not Longs. Halloween stuff during Christmas? Chances are, our last chance Halloween items are long gone. I guess you should have snatched them up when you had the chance TWO MONTHS ago.
• Yesterday, a customer came in and saw a Santa on clearance for $50, half off the original price. She tried to barter with J (see down below) about the price. J did not know what to do so she called for a manager, and I went over to Register One to see what was up. This is the lady's exact words: "I see you have that Santa on last chance for $50. How about I take it home for $25?" Really, lady? Really? Does this look like a flea market to you? We don't barter; we don't haggle. The price is firm, unless there is a price error or a coupon. You get it for $50. And J, did you really need to call a manager for that? You scan the UPC, the price comes up. That is what you charge them.
  
• I hate all the new Longs Drugs Saratoga employees. They are all annoying and incompetent. Example 1: D. D is the brother of someone I worked with over the summer who now goes to UCR. D is relentlessly annoying, semi-creepy, and fairly dumb. He's been there for several months, yet he still doesn't know how to do anything. Not to mention he tries to act better than me and hand his stocking tasks to me. Today, I was acting FMC (I don't know what that stands for but I do ad signs & price changes & stock counts and stuff.) and I needed to do a stock count of the Martinelli's Apple-Cranberry Juice he was moving from the front-ends to the back, so I asked him where he got them and stuff so I could get an accurate count. Then he tells me that Mark, our store manager, told him to fill the water wall, so I could go grab the Crystal Geyser water on sale and stock it for him. Really now? Then I rang up an alcohol sale for him so that way he wouldn't have to wait for a key with a line of five and growing people. Someone came in to start her shift at 10, so I left Register One to go on my break and give it back to him. He tried to stop me so I could ring him up for a Red Bull when he had customers in line. Example 2: M. M is one of the batshit insane, old people that every Longs Drugs seems to have. She's also been at Longs for several months, but after I left, of course. She's always on Register One because she is incompent and cannot do anything else. She doesn't even know how to page for things (second checkers, price checks, manager's key, mailing, etc.), nor does she know the concept of time. She'll page for someone, and then fifteen to thirty seconds later, page them again. Does she not realize that the store isn't exactly small, and there aren't that many people working, so sometimes it takes a minute or two for someone to appear? Keep paging, and someone will just not come. Also, her voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard. Example 3: J. J is also one of those batshit insane ladies. Except she is Asian to the max, and has breathing problems. I could go on and on about Jane because she is quite the character without meaning to be. She is also incompetent. She has difficulty answering the phone, paging for things, and in general, being a cashier. I know she means well, but she makes my easy job semi-difficult. She enters in too many digits for bills and wonders if she should really give them the change that the register displays. Seriously?