Bar Star

Blotto Blog Number 14327 - 15698...I am a little influenced right now after the last two nites of whooopin it up a bit....(the last time I was this bad was new years...so I'm doin pretty good in that regard) So yeah, I appologize for spelling and all the stupid crap that comes out of my brain in this blog.

Tonites special blotto blog rant is.... men!

The following I find pretty hilarious...when I'm in a bar and a guy finds me attractive the following is common (and all happened tonite)

1. The good ol' 'whooo woooooo woo!' to...uh...I dunno, do you want me look at you like you're on crack? Like what do you want to achive from this? Is having me look at you with a confused expression what you wanted?

2. The good ol' 'I'm going to back up into her so her breast touches my arm' often happens while I am trying to navigate my way though the bar...I'm not a retard...I saw you notice me, then pretend that you don't know that I'm 'right' beside you...you moron. But I guess you get a bit more out of this one than with 1...you get a cheap feel...congradulations.

3. Poking me in the gut as I walk by. Uh, do you realize you just jammed your finger into my abdomen? Am I supposed to giggle like the pilsbury dough boy?

4. Yankin on my hair...don't get me wrong, I like having my hair pulled...but I hardly know you...actually I don't know you at all so at this moment I'm having flashbacks to when mean boys use to pull my hair in school.

5. My personal favorite and winner of the dumbass moves award goes to the 'ass grind manuver' while I'm dancin...have you even taken a good look at me? probably not...what if I had three eyes or no teeth?...what if I was a really mean person? would you still try to mount me on the dance floor? probably not.

So yeah, at this point I'm sure most are like "damn...those are all my bar moves...how does this stupid girl expect me to act at the bar..." well, let me tell you, its quite simple.

A. Dance floor...I know this may seem like a hard concept...but just 'dance'...no probing or mounting. If I think you're cute, you'll know cause I'm:

1: not turning my back to you or telling you that I have a 'bubble' and you can't come in
2: not throwing one of my friends in between the two of us and I'll be
3: smiling and making eye contact.

At this point NO ass grind manuvers...if the girl of interest is dirty like that...she'll initiate it otherwise you have to be patient and wait till a slow song before you can get close. (even then though...please try and be a gentleman..I know its hard for some)

B. Bar...Another stellar concept and I find a lot of guys are too cheap to do this these days, but offer to buy a girl a drink...(just make sure there is no other guy in the picture...or you could be in trouble) But before the offer...if you smile and she ignores you or doesn't smile back...don't waste your moola. Oh and common misconception...just cause you buy her a drink, doesn't mean you're now connected in some mysterious way so don't force it

C. Just be alert...This may be surprising...but most girls...if they find a guy cute, keep an eye out for him...so if you end up seeing and making eye contact with the same girl over five times during this bar outing...its probably not chance, girls are sneaky that way.

D. Don't be a pussy. Its rare that you'll have a guy just come over and introduce himself. Don't be so embarassed or scared of being rejected, if you're at the bar you can just blame the alchohol. And obviously if a girl doesn't seem 'interested' in talking...shes not so move on.

Yeah, so thats all the ranting I have in me for tonite...I'm hittin the hay.

Smell

I don't know if everyone is like this...but I'm very influenced by smell. For example, I was sitting in class today in a class room full of guys (being comp sci and all) and all I could smell was stench. A sweaty, armpitty kinda stench mixed with the smell of some kinda noodle dish the guy two rows ahead of me was eating. It was very repulsive and I was pretty sure that I was gonna ralph. How can people leave the house smelling that way? I understand if its after a game or a workout..but at an 11:30am class? Do you not take a shower in the morning...or evening...or anytime?

And you know all those commercials about Axe cologne where the girls are going crazy and throwing themselves at the guys who wear it? Those commercials are not completely fictactious! I don't know what kinda endorphin enhancing ingredients they put in that stuff..but I seriously smell that stuff and it makes me frisky...In conclusion, guys should wear nice smelling stuff. If a guy has a particular cologne that he wears, and it gets on my clothes or I smell it on someone else, it drives me insane! ok...I'm havin a moment here....Once again...I'll re-iterate here: wear cologne! If you can't afford the snazzy stuff...axe works too! I shouldn't be in a room of 80 guys and dying to leave!

Thats the end of my smell rant.

The Things You Do...

Today was a very, very busy day for me. My mom coaches a basketball team though the school she works at and it was their division finals today. Now, normally this wouldn't pose a problem except this evening we had a catering job for 200 hungry Bow Hunters for their Hunters Association or something like that.

So, up I was bright and early, holding down the kitchen until her return in the afternoon. It actually wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be...but then again, I've been catering since I was 10 so I'm pretty use to the process by now.

I couldn't physically be there to serve the dinner today because I had to coach and play at 6 and 7. It was probably for the best because these Bow Hunters like to construct what I like to call "the wall of death" where they stuff things like poor squirrels and mount them to the wall...I mean, if thats your thing, your passion, then so be it...but I'm really not fond of killing innocent creatures so that I can stuff them and have them stare at me with those sad glassy eyes.

Buuut, maybe I would have been better off catering and missing my game...yeah, didn't go so well...I don't even know what to do anymore, ugh, enough of that topic.

In conclusion, this blog got 'more boring than usual' awefully fast...and its saturday night so you know what that means :) yep! Programming! Actually, I'm just finishing up my web page for my biznazz...so off I go!

P.S. My car broke down again on my way to my games...yeah...great....

Piece O' Shit Car

Yeah, so I drive this car thats an absolute piece of shit...It has broken down three times in the last two weeks, today being the most recent as I drove my friend Clint home after our project team meeting...

This event brings on the following rants:

1. Incapable mechanics....so, my dad likes this one mechanic shop on St.Marys called St.Mary's service...NEVER TAKE YOUR CAR THERE - THEY ARE SHITTY! And the reason why I say this is because my car stalls...thus, there is something obviously wrong with it and the last time I took it there this was the conversation:

them: "duh, I see nothin wrong here...maybe its your starter?"
Me: "we just CHANGED my starter two days ago"
them: "Well, duh...maybe its a bad starter...yeah, the starter"
Me: "but its brand ne....ugh, nevermind"

So, they changed my starter and its broken again no less than a week later...brilliant guys...brilliant! Maybe this time its my tire and they can change that for me.

Another problem with this is that my dad likes 'deals' and 'cheap labor' and no matter how many times I tell him "dad, you get what you pay for" he just doesn't seem to listen. Everything we own thats ever had a 'fixin' is a living example of what shotty work can do....cause it just breaks down again and again...

rant 2: People who fucken honk at me while we're pushing the car out of the way...why are you honking? I understand you are upset, but so am I dammit....do you think I want to be pushing my car instead of driving in it? We're even in the curb lane so just change lanes! If you have a serious problem with what I'm doing...please stop and tell me about it instead of honking...I guarentee I'll have you feeling like the biggest dumbass in about 30 seconds...man!

end of rant

I am the Database Queen!

Ok, so I've been going to the Vancouver Trade Show for the last three years and this year I decided not to go. School played a small factor, but it was mainly because I have as many west coast customers as I want for the time being.

But the other problem with me not going is that some of my retailers out there attend the show to place their spring/summer order with me and to see what I have that is new and what not. So, I was adamant this weekend about getting the login working for my website so that I could send them all invites to look at my new online catalog.

Well, at first I thought this was going to be an easy task...but I was wrong because the web provider I am with will not let me load a DSN onto their server (for obvious reasons). This would have been the easy road to take because Dreamweaver would have done all the work for me...but noooo, I had to look into the option of creating a DSN-less connection using connection strings all while hard coding it myself using ASP VB, which I just learned...about two hours ago.

So, it took me two days...although Friday night doesn't count cause I came home in not the brightest of mindsets after a few hours of handball and beers. (and I was inclined for some reason to basically stare at my screen modifying the same lines of code till about 4am)

There were definite low moments when I thought worker monkeys would probably figure out how to connect to a remote DB before I could...but then the moment came, the moment when it finally did what I wanted it to do. Now for me, when I'm coding my ass off and then something finally works, the feeling is uh...well, this is a PG blog so I'm not going to describe it...but if I smoked, I would have lit up one for sure! Ah man, its the greatest feeling and that’s probably why I'm content with sitting in front of my computer on a Saturday nite...man, I'm a geek...

So now, I get to do the fun part of website work and make the catalog look pretty :)

I'll start tomorrow...right now, I need to calm down so I can get some rest for handball...:)

Lets Start A Revolution

So I've done something that I'm very proud of. I spent numerous hours (which probably should have been used for studying) building somewhat of a home gym at my parents house. I knew that if my parents had somewhere in the house that they could work out vs going to a gym in the city...they would actually do it and stick to it.

I also convinced them to get a heavy duty eliptical machine...which cost a more than the Sears equipment you can get...but in the long run, always remember that you get what you pay for. And this monster eliptical machine is no exception...its solid and there is little to no friction when using it, exactly like the ones you find at the gym...and we got it for wholesale price..mwahahahhaa!

Anyways, its been two weeks and you know what? My dad goes on it every day..sometimes twice a day for 10 minutes...which doesn't seem like much now...but its waaay more exercise than he's done in a while. I have my mom on a circuit training program and she's reached a weight that she hasn't been at in five years.

So you know, people don't need to be nagged about the way they are and how they should change...but with the right tools and gentle encouragement, you can work wonders.

Spring, why won't you...uh...'spring'...already?

Ok, so I have a nice mix of A: Cabin Fever and B: Spring Fever...we'll call it Capring Fever. I should be finishing my assignment right now...but I kinda don't care cause my brain is tellin me its going on strike until the following requirements are met:

1. That I eat a nice juicy steak thats been done over the nice hot coals of a BBQ (not those teflon grill things that are a sad excuse for a BBQ)

2. That I run around like a lunatic on the grass

3. That I go rollerblading

4. That I build a bonfire and roast marshmellows

The demands I know are simple enough...except for one 'minor' detail: It is currently an ice field outside and it will take a one really nice snow free month before any changes happen to the icy tomb that I live in. Soooooo, maybe if I do the following, I can trick my brain:

1. Uh, all I have is canned tuna in my place...maybe that'll do

2. I can run around my house like a lunatic

3. Rollerblade...this is a tough one...maybe we can trade off rollerblading for drinking a glass of wine

4. Can roast marshmellows over the stove element.

Yeah, I'm a moron

What do you do?

Ugh, another doozy of a day today....and I very much need a hug or a good laugh or what the heck spoil me and give me both!

Yeah, so if you don't want to hear a sad story don't read this post...

First, I find out that one of my Aunties has cancer and its spread from her breast to her bones and lungs and that there is nothing that they can do for her. The real tragic part is that shes known of this 'lump' for like two years or something...but she didn't want to check it out cause she didn't want to stress any of her family over it. Well, I think we're all a little more stressed now that there is no hope what-so-ever. There is an even sadder part to this story, but its a little too personal to put out there if you know what I'm sayin...

Yeah, so I picked up my Baba to take her to one of her friends 80th birthday party....which was cool with me cause I'd walk to the end of the earth for this lady, but I tell ya...stupid drivers and slushy dirty road conditions make me want to stay at home. So, I drop her off and decide to go out for lunch with my mom to kill some time before I have to pick her up again.

Lunch was fine, but to my dismay...my car doesn't start. Its not the starter...I bitched about and fixed that about a week ago but now I'm thinking its something in the engine thats just not catching...faaan-tastic! Now I get really saddened when I get in these 'stranded' situations because there is no one I can call...or feel comfortable calling when I am in dire need of help. I have major issues with feeling that I'm going to inconvenience or bother someone for my own personal gain...yeah, sounds stupid I know...but if you know me, you know its true. You want to do something for me, you'll have to try and offer cause I'll never ask.

So, my mom steps up and calls my brother to come pick us up and take us home...I decide to worry about what I'm going to do with my gay car later when I'm not so upset (at this point..I just wanted to push it into traffic or off a bridge). Looks like I'm taking the mustang out of its winter slumber early this year...

Ugh...

P.S. Baba had a great time at the party..but wasn't pleased about the food they had there, I'm going to have to make sure her 80th B-day kicks the ass of all those other old ladies B-day parties! boo-ya!

Yay for my brain!

Well, like the faithful companion that it is, my brain stuck by me for what I like to call "the day that I wish was over a long long time ago". Yeah, that probably didn't make sense, but I don't expect this blog to make any sense because I've ran out of thought fuel...yep, runnin on empty here...

So, I've been wishing for about two weeks that this day would be over, and now it is. I had two marvelous midterms in one of comp sci's ever-so-popular 'exam double headers'. My brain played without being asked to have a time out...even after some tequila shots before my operating systems exam.

In conclusion, I did well but after years of test and exams...I just don't see the point to them in a practical field such as computer science. Will the company I work for ever ask me to generate query trees out off the top of my head? NO Will they tell me to write syntactically correct C code on paper before typing it into my computer? NO All exams do is force you to actually read all the useless info they are trying to teach you...and then be able to retain and regurgitate it for an hour to three hours...beautiful!

Another one of my favorite school issues is how we are NOT supposed to help or ask each other about assignments...all to be done ON YOUR OWN...where in 'real life' you're encouraged to work with each other and you're more than welcome to ask someone for advice so that you can finish your work.

BAH!
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p.s. I was paranoid that all my 'big' words would be spelt incorrectly due to lack of brain power ...yeah, no errors (with exception to the slang words) stiiiiillll got it!