Of course nature would have it that on the very same day I decide I hate blogging on 2 different sites, I renew my relationships on IMVU. I shouldn't be complaining. I met some very nice people there but they just wouldn't take a friggin hint and move over to one of the other sites I'm on. Do you yahoo? Do you msn? Do you myspace? Crap! I wanted to consolidate! Not spread out more (hehehe...I said spread out more...)
I swear one day the world will revolve around me.
And speaking of the world revolving around me...I had a conversation this evening w/a friend about my "style". Which btw is not very stylish. I'm kinda brash and abrupt. I guess I can be smooth sometimes but when it comes to flirting I've got no "style".
Other girls can get out of speeding tickets and get free stuff. Me? I just come across as pushy and arrogant. I mean after all, my interests are law enforcement, viruses, and judo. I find most philosophy and speculation boring. Unless you are taking meaningful action, shut the hell up.
Hehehe. In fact I was talking to my friend "H" the other day and said "I don't know, I guess I can be unneccessarily judgemental" to which she replied "nooo...you?". My sister suggested I either stop being so mean or stop dating stupid people. Ouch. Am I really that bad?
There was this guy in chemistry class that I had a crush on years ago. His name was Ju Kim and he was Korean. He was so precise with his measurements. I loved working w/him cause our error would be really, really low. Like 0.01%. Of course our teacher told us that was fine for students but as professionals we would be disappointed. Well an error of 0.01% is phenomenal for students but he was right. So we worked harder and harder and our instructor pushed us alone harder and harder. In fact after one experiment we concluded the only source of error possible (we had calculated for longitude, elevation, temperature, barometric pressure and fuck if I remember what the hell else) was that the molarity of one of our given compounds was off. So our instructor asked us, based on our results, to calculate the molarity of the compound we used (which btw was SUPPOSED to be an absolute certain value). It was a great semester.
I'd like to have that feeling with someone again someday.
I swear one day the world will revolve around me.
And speaking of the world revolving around me...I had a conversation this evening w/a friend about my "style". Which btw is not very stylish. I'm kinda brash and abrupt. I guess I can be smooth sometimes but when it comes to flirting I've got no "style".
Other girls can get out of speeding tickets and get free stuff. Me? I just come across as pushy and arrogant. I mean after all, my interests are law enforcement, viruses, and judo. I find most philosophy and speculation boring. Unless you are taking meaningful action, shut the hell up.
Hehehe. In fact I was talking to my friend "H" the other day and said "I don't know, I guess I can be unneccessarily judgemental" to which she replied "nooo...you?". My sister suggested I either stop being so mean or stop dating stupid people. Ouch. Am I really that bad?
There was this guy in chemistry class that I had a crush on years ago. His name was Ju Kim and he was Korean. He was so precise with his measurements. I loved working w/him cause our error would be really, really low. Like 0.01%. Of course our teacher told us that was fine for students but as professionals we would be disappointed. Well an error of 0.01% is phenomenal for students but he was right. So we worked harder and harder and our instructor pushed us alone harder and harder. In fact after one experiment we concluded the only source of error possible (we had calculated for longitude, elevation, temperature, barometric pressure and fuck if I remember what the hell else) was that the molarity of one of our given compounds was off. So our instructor asked us, based on our results, to calculate the molarity of the compound we used (which btw was SUPPOSED to be an absolute certain value). It was a great semester.
I'd like to have that feeling with someone again someday.