I've just switched courses (from 2 years of Psychology to Games Software Design/Comp Sci double major to follow my passion of all things video-game related, yay) and I'm kind of disliking uni at the moment. It was easy to make friends and socialize in psych, but so far in this course it's pretty difficult.
The people in my comp sci course that I've met so far are either clued in course-wise and completely socially awkward, or aren't socially awkward but have no idea what they're doing in this course (I've already had to practically do the work for two people because they had no idea).
But yeah, no amazing stories or anything. In my speech pathiology unit in first year of psychology I was the only male in the whole _unit_, that was fun and today I saw someone spell vehicle "veilcle". <_<
So it's actually pretty lonely. Everyone just rock up for class and go home. Only the try hards and the extreme nerds stay behind and try to suck up to the lecturers.
faculty sucked. Our faculty (Computer science) got owned and all our new buildings with good coms got relocated to engineering -_-.
On February 24 2009 18:32 Polyphasic wrote: developed sever depression in junior year. deleted my facebook account and stopped talking to all my friends. two years later, none of them have yet to check to see if i'm still alive or why i disappeared. crashed my car into a pole. gpa dropped from 3.91 to 3.6. parents have been leaving messages on my voicemail wondering where i am for months. i haven't talked to my dad in 8 years. my mom was crying in one.
This is more of a I hate college thing: Sitting on a bench talking shit with a buddy and some girl walks by. She is missing the top front row of her teeth. My friend and I had just stop talking just to look at this girls missing grill. So, I turn around to say something to my friend ignoring the ugly creature until his face turned into one of disgust. From what he said, it was something you didn't want to see. I was looking around to see the reaction of the crowd and they were more like this: :r
On February 24 2009 19:32 Jayme wrote: Human beings only require 5 hours of sleep a night to function properly between the ages of 20-30, it's really the truth. Medical studies and all that have indicated the only reason people start to go bad with less then 7 hours is because they aren't used to it...
I go on about 5 and a half hours of sleep a night and I'm absolutely fine.
Not been in college yet, but I guess I can share some cool moments I've experienced in highschool.
- The countless times we've been Thursday drinking, showing up hungogver/drunk for classes the next day, getting 1-2 hours of sleep. - Our studytrip, where we averaged 3½ hours a sleep at night. Would've been less, but for some absurd reason everything closes at 2 am in Paris. On the same trip I remember gladly paying 11€'s for Mojitos at a place called Rotonde: best drink I've ever had, 4 kinds of rum and mixed just the right way. Litterally blew 200€'s there over the span of 4 nights. - On same trip: throwing up in the metro, running from the cops because we thought drinking was illegal in the streets, having a friend stripping in a crowded metro-train (and recording it, and showing it to the teachers) and wondering why beer costs nothing in supermarkets, but is expensive as shit in bars. - SuperBowl, with a followup Volleyball tournament the next day: never been so tired in my life. - Locking a friend inside a garden, forcing him to break it to get out. (The guy was pissed afterwards; the rest of us couldn't control ourselves laughing) - Boarding ships at the local harbor at 5.30 in the morning, and afterwards proceding to climb every building we could find. Getting home at 7 on a friday morning, while my mum was on her way to work. She thought I was home sleeping: awkward moment. - Roskilde Festival 2007. Greatest thing ever. - Also a ton of fun sober moments, including my biology teacher busting me and 5 friends watching porn in the lunch break... :/
My parents came to visit for the day and bought me one of those Wal-Mart Chickens. I ate the whole thing down and felt weird the rest of the day. That night I went to the new bar in town and had a race to drink down a pitcher of bud before my friend could drink his. Managed to get a ride from someone who was sober, climbed into bed and slept. In the middle of the night I felt this wet spot and since I was so tired I just crawled into a little ball at the corner of my bed to avoid the spot. The next morning I found some vomit liquid on my sheets, comforter, and pillows, but nothing chunky (thank god).
I go to the laundromat and stick my curled up comforter into the machine. When I got back to the washer to take out my comforter there looked to be little pieces of pink chicken all over my comforter, so I pulled it out. As I pull out my comforter I hear this loud **thump** and look down to find a spherical clump of vomit, mostly consisting of pink chicken sitting on the floor. I also found the same in my bedsheets. Luckily no-one was at the laundromat! Had to buy some new things for my bed though... )=
The best thing I love about my college life is living an hour from a ski resort, which I can go to at least three times a week after my classes... sexy...
I HATE community college...no good women no beer and not nearly as many parties... but somehow I think ucsc is gonna be a lot more fun. As for stories I have none for college...yet.
On February 24 2009 14:13 Solinren wrote: I'm failing a class because I was watching Starleague's and the Winner's Leagues til 4 in the morning and end up not doing the homework that is due at 8 o' clock.
how can you "fail" if its just a homework, like, have you NOT done any homework? you should start man, homework = points. o_o
In order to really understand this "discrete shit", you have to really do the homework and read the textbook over and over again. Got a 52 on a midterm.
On February 24 2009 14:35 Braintricks wrote: Whenever my girlfriend is in the room, my roommate freaks out and won't stay in her presence for longer than a few minutes. His excuse is that he knows we'd be wanting to do "other things" rather than be bothered by him. It's extremely annoying.
You'd rather have your roommate in the room when your girlfriend's over?
That's really not the point. I'd never ask him to leave the room because as much as it's my room, it's his room as well. And, even if he leaves, he doesn't tell me when he's going to be back because he feels like I'm being the asshole by "kicking" him out when I never asked him to leave in the first place.
I suppose I should give the whole story though.
We were decent friends before college. We hung out with same friends, knew each other at least a little. It's not like we were best friends and had been planning on this since we were born but, we both went to the same high school and figured rooming together would be better than rooming with a random person.
Anyways, coincidentally, as soon as I went to college, things with a girl I'd been interested finally worked out and she came up for a weekend (ie. she doesn't go to school here, 3 hour drive away) and since I figured he'd be fine with it, he hung out with one of her friends along with our neighbor from across the hall, while her and I had some alone time. Little did I know the complications this would cause.
So, next next weekend rolls around and he decides he's going to go visit his parents. I jump on the opportunity to invite my girlfriend up. He then mentions to me that he's only visiting his parents so her and I can have the weekend together. I told him he doesn't have to do that, that we'd be just as content with the situation if she just got to sleep over. There'd be no wild sexcapades, but that's fine, as long as I got to see her. But he insists, so whatever. I get to spend a weekend lounging around with her.
Subsequent weekends pass and I ask if it's fine with him if she stays over. He says it'd be really uncomfortable for him because he knows we'd rather be doing other things that if he wasn't there, we could do. I tell him that that's true, but she just needs somewhere to stay. But no no, he drags the RA into it and his parents and tells all our mutual friends that I'm trying to kick him out of the room all the time just so I can have sex with my girlfriend for the entire weekend, etc etc. I give up, whatever, she'll just come up for the day. I get to see her at least and the room is in relative peace.
She comes up that day and I ask if he's going to be out the room at any point during the day. He tells me that "he doesn't know" and says something to the tune of i can't believe you even dare to ask me this because of the way you've been treating me. So, I'm wtfing and saying I just want to know when you're out so you don't have to worry about walking in on us or whatever. You don't have to change your routine at all. He maintains that he shouldn't have to text anyone to get into his own room and storms off to do something.
Anyways, this has been going on for awhile now. Weekends come and go and she spends weekends when he's out of town and if he's not, she just comes up for the day and we hang out, get dinner whatever. But then! I have the brilliant idea that she can just stay in a friend's room, who lives across the hall, and while it sucks, at least I get to see her some more. So, I mention to him that she's coming up and she's going to stay in our friend's room and he gives me a muffled response that I interpret as "yes, I heard you." I don't really know what his big problem is with it, but whatever. I'm starting to care less and less. She comes up, and after a day of watching movies with her and our mutual friend and chuckling as we see my roommate run in the room for 2 seconds then run back out, when it's pretty obvious that we're just sitting there, watching movies, not having a threesome or whatever he thinks is happening. Anyways, she sleeps in the room across the hall and that's that and she leaves the next night.
He later tells that mutual friend that he had no idea she was coming up and is fucking pissed at me for making him look like an asshole in front of everyone. Well gee, I figured I was helping him out by not having him deal with the awkwardness he says he would get if we all slept in the same room. He never confronts me about it, he just doesn't really talk to me anymore.
Flash forward to now, he's joined a frat and has his new friends and I have my friends and we've kind of been doing our own thing but now, I have a job that makes me work weekends and because of that, I can't just spend days with her, because that's when I work and it's pretty dumb if she'd come up on the train, spends the 50 bucks and sees me for 30 minutes or however it ends up being. So, next weekend I'm pretty set on having her stay over, despite his being weird about it and hopefully he'll see that it's really not a big deal, but I'm pretty sure he's going to overreact, like he does to everything, and I'll end up in a pile of shit. But to be honest, I could care less because despite what he thinks, I need to see her. Otherwise, I feel like shit and I can't really focus on school or work or whatever.
On February 24 2009 18:59 Boblion wrote: Pro: - cheap as fuck ( 400 euros/year ROLF ) - You get some cool aids as a student. - You can repeat the years with infinite continues :D
My school sucks, but at least I'd see catching aids as a turn for the worse.