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This blog is by an easily irritated and provoked person. The messages and thoughts on this blog do not reflect the views of the blogger when she is in a calm, rational state. And no, it is not "that time of the month," you sexist pig.

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Tuesday, September 23, 2003
 
Chevy Tahoes do not belong in compact parking spaces. 'Nuff said.





Sunday, September 21, 2003
 
I can't stand overachievers. There's something wrong with them. A couple of days ago, my professor was covering the material that was going to be on the midterm. When he asked if anyone had questions, some doofus raised his hand and asked a question about marginal benefit. Mind you, we haven't covered marginal benefit in class. The professor tried to explain how to do this problem on last year's midterm that had to do with marginal benefit. When he was done, the doofus kept asking more questions about the concept. I was irritated. I mean, we already know that it's not going to be on the test because we haven't covered it. In the time it took for the professor to explain the concept to you, we could have covered something that would actually BE on the test. If you want to go above the call of duty and learn more than what's required, more power to you, but don't take up MY class time, brown-noser. I'm just here to learn the minimum amount of information to get by. Sure, anyone can do well in class if they read more and study more that they are supposed to. The real test of greatness is if you can do well by doing minimal work.





Sunday, September 07, 2003
 
You know, I don't understand why people can't park their cars properly. I don't expect you park perfectly, but do you think you could maybe, oh, I don't know, park between the lines? There are two kinds of parking faux-pas that really annoy me. The first is what I call "little-car-big-space." If you have a little car, then it should be easy for you to park inside the space. Why must you park crookedly so that either the front or the rear of your car is violating the parking space next to yours? Don't you realize that you're taking up valuable space and preventing someone from parking next to you and that that is very rude? I mean, your car is small! It's not as if parking properly would in any way hinder you from getting out of the car or increase the chances of someone hitting your car as they tried to park. On the contrary! The second faux pas is "big-car-little-space." You drive a huge pickup, SUV, or van. And yet you insist on parking in the "compact" space. What is wrong with you? Don't you realize that your car is not compact? Don't you realize that those spaces are for compact cars, hence the word "compact" painted in the space? Don't you realize that there is someone who chose to purchase a compact car (and to do the world a little favor) and that you're taking a space that is rightfully theirs? Geez! Have some respect! If you don't fit, find somewhere else to sit!





Monday, September 01, 2003
 
I overheard a male classmate saying to some chick in a bar at one of our school's off-campus social events, "They told me that business school would be full of hot chicks, but all the girls I've seen are [dogs]!" Dude, if you are going to bash on your classmates, why don't you do the smart thing and do it BEHIND THEIR BACKS? Get a brain, why don't you? Furthermore, on a scale of 1 to 10, this guy is maybe a 2...on a good day. If you're not an Orlando Bloom lookalike, you shouldn't be going around dissing people like that. I mean, I could have said, "Geez, they told me I'd meet some hot guys at business school, but you're definitely proving them wrong." But cute as I am, even I didn't stoop that low, did I?







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