Letters again
Dear Foot Tapper Girl,
Guess what? Your distracting nervous habit of tapping your foot on the tile floor while wearing plastic flip flops is driving me bonkers. I'm almost to the point of sawing your foot off like in the movie Saw. Enough already because your pitter patter crapper tatter is making the rest of us edgy. Oh by the way, USE COMPLETE SENTENCES.
Thanks,
The rest of Hist 528
Salutations to Older Skanky Woman Trying To Look Younger,
Have you noticed none of us care about what you're trying to say? Have you noticed the professor thinks you are mentally handicapped because it looks like you're trying to catch a young boy? Basically, you're a cougar. A cougar who was separated from the rest of the pack because you are too cougary and just...ew. Oh yeah, quit chewing when you talk. Yes I know your mouth is empty. And put on some real clothes, my eyes are bleeding.
Peace,
Rusty
Greetings to WSU,
Hey bastards, let's get some desks in Hubbard Hall that weren't made in 1925. Also, would it be too much trouble to maybe check the A/C in that room. Something isn't quite right as it smells like a locker room everytime we walk in there. Not only that, but it's warm like a locker room. I was just in a room with nearly 400 people and I was comfortable. I'm guessing that the room was an add on maintainence closet but the need for space, forced it to be a classroom.
Sweating my nuts off,
Rus
Dear Mama Nature,
Why do you hate me?
Rusty
Ahoy, USA tv network,
You dirty scumbags. Thank you for making me wait in horrible anticipation for the next new episode of Burn Notice and leaving the series after Michael had just avoided being blown up. You ratings whores. Now I have to wait, much like the Lost folks do every season finale except my characters are alive and not dead like theirs.
Ready to watch TNT,
Rustified
Hey Hotmail,
Did you ask if i wanted changes to my inbox? Did you give us that option? I mean seriously, this sucks having to try to navigate stupid crap in an inbox. Really, the other was more user friendly. You're getting too much like yahoo mail and their stupid ass changes that nobody likes. I don't like having to feel like I'm relearning me email program.
Sending from gmail,
Rusty
Dear Dallas,
It's called covering an underneath route. You just let Jason Campbell beat you who quarterbacks the effing Redskins. Step up and jam someone at the line since the West Coast offense relies on timing. Oh yeah, T-New...COVER ALREADY,
Signed,
Most of the Cowboy Nation
So it's a crosswalk
This is beginning to get ridiculous and also dangerous.
On Friday, before my garlic attack, I was walking back to my vehicle after a test. I'm strolling along, wearing a white Nebraska sweatshirt and red shorts, very visible to anyone. After all, I'm not a small guy. My phone rang with a text message, so I'm reading that while I step into the crosswalk.
Then it happens. A white Saturn driven by some scruffy dude, blows through the crosswalk and whips it right. He missed me by between 18 and 24 inches. In my shock, I look at him, and salute him with a finger. However, I get so indignantly livid, I made the executive decision to give him a piece of my mind.
I get to my vehicle and I hop in, because I saw the general area where he was looking for parking. However, I couldn't find him him because I was going rip him a new one.
This stuff only happens once right?
No.
Yesterday, the same crosswalk, only this time, I'm not quite in the safe zone, but some lady whips her car right trying to get away from school. I just stood there for a second because this dumb bint nearly clipped me. Uh, people, it's illegal to blow through a crosswalk when there is someone in it!
Currently, I'm trying to figure out the emails for the campus police and other authoritative figures so I can compose one email saying they need to remind people across campus to be careful, mainly because I don't want to be drilled by a moving vehicle.
Garlic: The Art of ruining plans
Let me learn you something about having a food allergy.
It sucks.
It sucks, it sucks, it sucks.
Thanks to biology and science, I developed an allergy to garlic about 6-7 years ago. I began to notice I didn't feel well after eating certain foods, such as my father's spaghetti or other things he and I would make. I can't remember what it was that clued me in, perhaps it was garlic butter mushrooms on a steak, but I realized that my consumption of garlic, causes an adverse reaction within my gastrointestinal system. Coming home from a volleyball game before which my mother and I dined at Red Lobster, I got sick before I got home, thanks to her garlic laden shrimp pasta contaminating the atmosphere in my explorer.
It sucks.
This afternoon, I was garlicked. For lunch I had a sandwich from the restaurant where my mother works. It's a sandwich I've had many, many times, with no reaction. However, today, a different cook made the sandwich and about 30-40 minutes after my lunch, I realized I was getting ill. My mom told me that the chef who made the sandwich possibly used a garlic butter on the bread when he toasted it, along with the potential for garlic seasoning in the chicken used in my sandwich. No wonder. After a three-hour nap and battling of this illness, I'm finally feeling better but I'm not trusting myself long enough to go to an away football game against the arch rivals.
The worst part of this? My idiot father thinks that I'm joking when I say I get sick. He thinks that if I don't know garlic is in the food, I won't get sick. He also doesn't realize that the aroma/odor of too much crushed garlic will make me sick. So what does he do? He makes a poor man's spaghetti with garlic and parsley, I think just to piss me off. It works.
Anyways, enough about my stupid stupid allergy.
Need Feedback
Who has it worse?
Person A: A person who has tripped up the stairs and out of a house.
or
Person B: A person who actually maced themselves with their own mace.
This could help settle a debate so please comment.
Hello No One Can Drive today
I mean really.
Today must have been a bad driver's holiday or something. I think the rest of society should have gotten the memo because they tried to to kill me today.
First of all it was some older lady in her car going to slow in the faster lane and nearly causing a pile up when she decided to brake hard for no reason. Then she perched herself in the lane in front of me while causing not one, but 7 cars to fly around me on the right. I couldn't get over because well, they were going around quick.
The second was some people in a van in the middle of a rainstorm. They decided they were going to fast and decided to slow down in front of me. Thanks.
So after those two incidents, I decided to get off the road and I'm home safe.
I'm not driving anywhere else today.
