Tuesday, November 24, 2009

The General Public is an Idiot

So anyone who has ever had a job where they have had to deal with the general public in any way will know how completely and utterly retarded many people are.

The problems they seem to encounter when ordering a cup of coffee makes one wonder how these people are able to dress themselves in the morning.
The absolute rage these people get themselves into when something goes wrong...makes one wonder how easy these people's lives must be if getting 2 sugars in their coffee instead of 3 is the worst thing going on.

Indiana customers are 10 million times worse than Norn Iron customers. They bother me immensely but at the same time their complete and utter idiocy brings so much joy to my life...

Are a latte and a mocha latte different from each other?
No Ma'am we just give them different names for funsies...

Are a white chocolate mocha and a mocha different from each other?
Again...funsies...

Safety and Security

Apparently campus safety and security are allowed to breathalyze students on campus. I refused of course, I've never heard anything more ridiculous in my life!

This is shocking!

So now I am on social probation for the rest of my time here, I had to take an online module on decision making and write

This is all so ridiculous, I don't know why Americans insist on wrapping their kids up in cotton wool.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

And I felt it break for the first time.....

We watch the season pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend of the last week
Before the gold and glimmer have been replaced
Another sun soaked season fades away

You have stolen my heart
You have stolen my heart

Invitation only, grand farewells
Crash the best one of the best ones
Clear liquor, cloudy eyes
Too early to say good night

You have stolen my heart
You have stolen my heart

And from the ballroom floor
We are in celebration
One more stretch before our hibernation
Our dreams assured and we all
Will sleep well
Sleep well

You have stolen my heart

I watch you spin around in your highest heels
You are the best one
Of the best ones
We all look like we feel

You have stolen my heart.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

People On Dry Campuses Drink From Cups Too

One of the things that is most different from home is the connection between college life and alcohol. In my student union at home, there are three different bars, these are open from 10am until 1am. We have pintage at lunch. The entire university is surrounded by bars and clubs, every day I am handed flyers offering free entry and cheap drinks somewhere that night, I have a collection of them on my wall at home.

In Indiana, I live on a dry campus, and even if I didn't, only about a quarter of the student population could legally drink because the legal age is 21.

I go through mixed feelings about this, on one hand I sometimes feel that this could be a good thing.

I find people that cannot go without alcohol, people that rely on it, people who don't know how to have fun or function without it, people who think it's the only way to be cool, are pathetic. Even though this can apply to me sometimes; I will put up my hands and say there are some situations where I do not feel comfortable without alcohol, I do not know how to react, I want it because it lowers my inhibitions and gives me some kind of confidence. Is this a reflection on the society I grew up in, where the entire youth culture revolves around it? Is it a reflection on my childhood, my difficulty in showing affection, my self-conciousness, the issues I had "fitting in." I acknowledge this, I give it great thought and I work on it. I see people here having fun without alcohol, I respect anyone who chooses not to drink.

So how could this also be a bad thing?

Well I see the kids around me as kids, as babies. I think a lot of kids have been wrapped up way too long and have no idea how to even cope with the small stuff. Their lives have been sheltered and ordered so long, they don't know what to do when something falls even a tiny bit out of control. Alcohol makes you lose control, I lost control. I know how the bottom of the barrell can look, even if I've not been there myself, you can see it more and more the further down you drink. It puts things in perspective.

But why can't we just let kids be kids?

From this post I seem to be leaning more in support of a higher drinking age limit. I don't think this is my real opinion, but it sure seems logical....

Sunday, November 1, 2009

A Whole Bunch of Fake

I had a wonderful talk with my friend Daniel. Americans are fucking fake. This is a superficial country of superficial friendships.
OH MY GOD YOU'RE IRISH, I'M 4.908776736% IRISH ON MY MOTHER'S SIDE, I LOVE YOU, I MISS YOU, YOU ARE MY BEEEESSSSTTTT FRIEND!
Best friends. best friends, best friends.
It's very hard to get anything deep, anything real from many people here. I met a girl called Amanda one day, we spoke for about 5 minutes, she took my number because she wanted to call me, the next time we saw each other, she bounced over, hugged me, "I missed you so much" she said. We don't know each other. At all. Then she made me one of her Top Friends on Facebook. I don't understand. Then I decided I would kinda like to hang out with her sometime so's maybe I could try and feel the same way, I invited her over to mine before Passover, she tells me I need more American girlfriends, I should really try and get some, it's not good hanging with either Chloe or the guys all the time.....what the fuck does some 18 year old child know about what I need?!?! More American girlfriends is the last goddamn thing I need!!