So I have a problem. I guess it's more something I am unhappy about, but in there lies the problem. The thing that is bothering is something that very few people would feel sorry about. You see, I'm pretty certain that I am getting a B in one of my classes. I haven't had a B since 1st semester of high school, which was in band, so that's just crap. I haven't had a B in 4 years. Sure it's in Math 250, a class that just kicks asses, but I still expect A's from myself. I think about it through the semester what I anticipate receiving and account for a B or two, but I expect A's anyway. I did this last semester and I pulled it out, but now this is different. It's different expecting a B, when you can still pull out an A and exceed expectations, and knowing your getting a B. I'm probably overreacting; I just took the test this morning and it won't be graded till next week, but it's fair to assume nothing higher than a B when I didn't even have the time to attempt a question that was 15% of the test score.
Whatever, like I said, I don't expect pity for a B. It was bound to happen sometime; I just don't like it happening so soon. Until next time, have fun, live life, and don't die. Good night folks.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
You know what this means!
Seriously, another post can only mean one thing... I have homework I'm not currently doing! As soon as I'm done with this (and by done with this is after I'm done with this and anything else I can do to procrastinate) I will start typing a paper that needs to be two pages too long. Seriously, two or pages is more than enough and four is just ridiculous.
On to other things. You know, I thought going through asking girls to dances was done after high school, not that I did that too much back then, but I was still excited for it to be done. Then Damascus Road has to go out and have a prom of their own. Here's the problem, I know who I'd like to ask, but it's not that simple. I've been told repeatedly that I can't just ask her like I would for a normal date which can be difficult enough as it is. No, I have to do something special, and that poses a whole new set of problems. I need to figure out what to do, I have to get people to help me to do it, I have to make sure she'll say yes before I put time, effort, and potentially money into it, and this means getting people to do spy work for me and that's even more of a hassle. What's wrong with just saying, "would you like to go to the dance with me?" I don't mean like a, "hey, wanna-go-dance-wit-me?" grunt, or doing it with a text, but properly asking her as I would for a regular date? Is it really that big of a deal? It's just adding unnecessary stress, and I'm not sure she'll even really appreciate it. Would it be worth it, especially if she'd say yes anyways? Will she really be as offended as Kris believe any girl would be? I know the people giving me the advice are more experienced or at least know more then me, but it's hard to want to listen to it sometimes, especially with time winding down as it is. For now, I'll just play it by ear, but I've been doing that for awhile now. Sooner or later, I'll have to actually make a plan. Until next time, have fun, live life, and don't die. Good night folks.
On to other things. You know, I thought going through asking girls to dances was done after high school, not that I did that too much back then, but I was still excited for it to be done. Then Damascus Road has to go out and have a prom of their own. Here's the problem, I know who I'd like to ask, but it's not that simple. I've been told repeatedly that I can't just ask her like I would for a normal date which can be difficult enough as it is. No, I have to do something special, and that poses a whole new set of problems. I need to figure out what to do, I have to get people to help me to do it, I have to make sure she'll say yes before I put time, effort, and potentially money into it, and this means getting people to do spy work for me and that's even more of a hassle. What's wrong with just saying, "would you like to go to the dance with me?" I don't mean like a, "hey, wanna-go-dance-wit-me?" grunt, or doing it with a text, but properly asking her as I would for a regular date? Is it really that big of a deal? It's just adding unnecessary stress, and I'm not sure she'll even really appreciate it. Would it be worth it, especially if she'd say yes anyways? Will she really be as offended as Kris believe any girl would be? I know the people giving me the advice are more experienced or at least know more then me, but it's hard to want to listen to it sometimes, especially with time winding down as it is. For now, I'll just play it by ear, but I've been doing that for awhile now. Sooner or later, I'll have to actually make a plan. Until next time, have fun, live life, and don't die. Good night folks.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
LIES!
Sorry, but I still haven't gotten around to what I promised in my last post. Maybe that's not really a lie, but whatever. Also, again I find myself in the position where I'm using my blog to procrastinate, sorry about that.
As for life, I'm still dealing with my problem where I don't know when to stop talking. I just ramble on and on about nothing, repeating myself and going in circles, more often than not digging a deeper and deeper hole with whoever I'm talking to (most often in this case it's a girl or two), not shutting up long after I should have-
"STOP TALKING, STIBRICH!!!" -David Meyer
Why thank you David, helping me learn when to stop even in my blog. I appreciate that. See though, I have a problem. Unfortunately I've been this way for a long time, so change will be difficult. On the plus side, my friends have never been quite so helpful or have the girls been so legitimately terrifying when angry (I mean this in the most complimentary way possible Kris, Andrea, and a few others). Perhaps this means that there is hope, that I may actually change. For my future wife's sake, this better mean that I can change, or for my own sake, my future wife will just have patients never before seen amongst man-kind... yeah, I better work towards the first one. Until next time, have fun, live life, and don't die. Good night folks.
As for life, I'm still dealing with my problem where I don't know when to stop talking. I just ramble on and on about nothing, repeating myself and going in circles, more often than not digging a deeper and deeper hole with whoever I'm talking to (most often in this case it's a girl or two), not shutting up long after I should have-
"STOP TALKING, STIBRICH!!!" -David Meyer
Why thank you David, helping me learn when to stop even in my blog. I appreciate that. See though, I have a problem. Unfortunately I've been this way for a long time, so change will be difficult. On the plus side, my friends have never been quite so helpful or have the girls been so legitimately terrifying when angry (I mean this in the most complimentary way possible Kris, Andrea, and a few others). Perhaps this means that there is hope, that I may actually change. For my future wife's sake, this better mean that I can change, or for my own sake, my future wife will just have patients never before seen amongst man-kind... yeah, I better work towards the first one. Until next time, have fun, live life, and don't die. Good night folks.
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