So, the “let’s try something new” streak in me drove me to online dating.  I made one or two friends, got to read stories about other people’s backgrounds and stories, and enjoyed diversity to its fullest.

Then there’s this conversation…

(10:13:23 pm) Her: you, nut!!!
(10:15:33 pm) Me: I got some nuts right here… want some? (offers a dish of cashews, peanuts, etc.)
(10:16:13 pm) Me: Perhaps you’ll like these nuts more. You’ll need a wrench to go with these… (shows container of hex nuts)
(10:16:41 pm) Her: oh my gosh…for a second I had a bad thought!
(10:16:57 pm) Me: A bad thought?
(10:21:21 pm) Her:think about it…
(10:21:55 pm) Me: (looks down) Oh, those? The thought of being kicked, punched, or otherwise hit in that area is absolutely painful! (cringes)
(10:25:05 pm) Her: yeah
(10:25:58 pm) Me: Oh, man… that little thing about nuts is so going on my blog.
(10:26:41 pm) Her: great!! (sarcastic tone)
(10:26:56 pm) Me: You’ll remain unnamed, I promise.
(10:27:35 pm) Her: good
(10:29:53 pm) Me: Gee, there was still a bit of life left in that nutty tangent.
(10:30:09 pm) Me: Something to the tune of, “Aaw, nuts! …”
(10:30:16 pm) Her: okk
(10:30:35 pm) Me: OK, I’ve milked that for all it’s worth.

Yesterday at work, I pass by a guy named Jim, and I say, “Hi, Jim!”  He replies, “Be glad my name’s not Jack — people will think you’re a terrorist!”

I got April Fooled at work today.  Someone taped a small piece of paper underneath my mouse so that the optical sensor got covered up, resulting in a non-responsive mouse.  Somehow, I figured that one out fast and undid it.  The perpetrator also put his name on the paper, so I hit him up on Communicator, where I swiftly exacted my revenge.  I made clear my “intentions” to put the paper on someone else’s mouse and that he should send his apologies in advance.  As he beat up on himself for putting his name on the prank, I had my good laugh and told him… “April Fools.”

This morning, I woke up to a good friend’s Facebook status indicating that she was a victim of a hit-and-run and her neck hurts.  One of her “friends” left a comment offering to have sex with her (comment was deleted in the screenshot below).

Key: Green = Me; Yellow = Friend; Red = Foe

In an attempt to stand up for my friend, I told that guy to think before he types because several little birds tell me that copulation is a physically-stressing activity, and those types of activities are the last thing an injured person would want (for risk of worsening the injury).  Anyways, he replied some racially-charged order for Chinese food:

• Kung pao delight
• Fried rice
• Egg drop soup
• No egg roll
• Fortune cookie that says “go **** yourself”

It took about five minutes of anger before my logic kicked in.  My logic says that he wants a fortune cookie with an insult directed towards him.  Ai-ya!  What did I say about thinking and typing?!  In any case, I used to think that the phrase “think before you type” applies to issuing commands to computers, but I would like to share this lesson: It applies to real life as well.

To my friend: I hope you feel better.  Let me know if there’s something I can do for you.  I got your back.

For those who read this, please rate my English skills by leaving a comment.

In the midst of everybody losing their composure, I am, once again, perfectly calm.  After I finish this entry, I’m writing my paper on wind power (it blows… har har har) and continuing with my studying.

History?!

During the semester, I have been doing all my reading and I can recall a lot of information.  Yet, I have been getting Cs on my all-essay tests.  During the tests, I write practically nonstop.  To gain a better understanding of the situation, I visited the TA on Friday.  Unfortunately, that was counterproductive as I left more ticked off because they appear to just want regurtitation of information and little sense of organization.  I ran into one of my colleagues while checking out the synchrophasor stuff Professor Mack Grady just finished setting up, and he echoes my sentiment.

My ability to maintain my composure seemed incredible at the time, but as soon as the final is over, I’m selling those books and ensuring those blue books are taken care of like company top trade secrets.

Funny Pics

Also on Friday, I spent the evening with some friends at a barbecue.  On the way back, I noticed that a storefront has this painted: “If it’s in stock, we’ve got it!”  My car trip today involved taking a picture of this:

My challenge to you: Devise something to contradict this statement.  Now for something not so obvious:

I found the typo on the receipt after I went to the Asian food mart to get this sauce.  I shall refrain from making jokes here…

I received an ad for this in the mail today along with my weekly grocery store ads.  When I saw this, I wondered, “Is the manufacturer seriously desperate for some revenue or something?”  After all, it is pretty obvious when someone is over the age of 65.  Nevertheless, I do see some gag gift value in this item.

Here’s the ad.  Have at it, folks!

(11:43:22 AM) Friend: my calc teacher once called the Down Industrials a 30-dimensional vector
(11:43:28 AM) Friend: I’d love to be able to visualize that!
(11:43:30 AM) Me: Down Industrials?
(11:43:33 AM) Friend: *Dow
(11:43:34 AM) Friend: lol
(11:43:46 AM) Friend: that was rather ironic I should type that
(11:43:48 AM) Me: Wow… where can I invest in a market that’s doomed to go down?
(11:43:51 AM) Me HA!
(11:43:56 AM) Friend Yay shorts!
(11:44:03 AM) Friend I just put mine on, they’re dark blue
(11:44:12 AM) Me ha!
(11:44:19 AM) Friend can’t go out for breakfast in my undies

Note: In the finacial market, “shorts” refer to selling something not in your possession and then buying it back later.  Typically, you would want to “sell” when a stock is high and “buy” when it is low.  This is a dangerous endeavor and should not be tried unless you really know what you’re doing.

(12:54:16 AM) Me: ******* it… I just broke my multimeter.
(12:54:25 AM) SteVO: aww! suck
(12:54:34 AM) Me: Aaw, well… I’m going to get myself a Fluke…
(12:54:48 AM) SteVO: that’s why i don’t have one, i figure i’d break it fast
(12:54:59 AM) Me: These buggers are actually made to last.
(12:55:04 AM) SteVO: Hmm
(12:57:35 AM) Me: Oh, well… I’ll just tell my parents what happened
(12:57:50 AM) Me: See if they want to buy me a new multimeter…
(12:58:05 AM) SteVO:
(12:58:34 AM) SteVO: some things you have to buy yourself; for everything else, there’s MasterParents
(12:58:40 AM) Me: HA!

Me: Time to start sorting…
Me: I have tags of people I have pics of
Me: (and so you too have a tag in my library!
Elizabeth: I’m honored
Me: [redacted]‘s about to get one
Elizabeth: Tag?
Me: Yep!
Elizabeth: I want to see the photos
Me: Hold your horses, missy!
Me: And you’re the only ‘J’ in the catalog
Elizabeth: :-$ But these are wild mustangs…I don’t know how much longer I can hold them
Me: Huh/
Me: What’s that supposed to mean?
Elizabeth: It means I’m curious to see the photos
Me: Oh… hold your horses… LOL
Elizabeth: yeeah, haha

Note: This is an addendum to “Girl Scout Cookies,” posted on 2/12/2007.

I know I am jumping the gun on this, but this snippet just cannot wait!

[22:23] Friend: *GasP*! Thin Mints!
[22:23] Friend: You bastard!
[22:23] Me: LOL
[22:23] Friend: *[redacted] <3 thin mints*
[22:23] Friend: *misses the days when she was a gs*
[22:23] Me: Just be on the prowl at the supermarket on the weekends around February.
[22:24] Friend: I know, I was the best cookie salesgirl in my troop.
[22:24] Friend: Gasp. You are a cold hearted person.
[22:25] Me: I know… got anything to thaw it?
[22:25] Me: And congrats on being the best cookie salesgirl. Cookie?
[22:25] Friend: *grins and attacks cookie* Yummy!
[22:26] Me: Now how about my heart? Do you have anything to thaw it?
[22:26] Friend: *snuggle/cuddles*
[22:26] Me: YAY!
[22:27] Friend: YAY!