Freshmen year of college, as an athlete we had mandatory weight lifting iat 6am. Which meant i had to be up by 5am to eat and get ready for weightlifting AND my first class that started at 7:15am then run down to the field house across campus because the buses werent operating that early and took too long. Now THAT sucked. Eta: my flaky roommate who was also my teammate never liked getting up for weightlifting and would skip it. So me being her roommate, i'd end up late for my first class because the coaches were punishing me for "not getting your roommate up in time for practice"
Ugh. A perfect reason for not participating in college sports. Weightlifting may not be the most mind-numbing activity I ever participated in, but it is close. Agricultural economics (a required course) holds the prize for most boring class ever taken. The college football coach required his players to take a semester of ballet to improve their grace and agility on the field. According to the guy in my class, the coach told them they moved like fumble-footed buffalo, or words to that effect, which isn't at all fair since bison are actually very graceful creatures. But I digress. This guy was HUGE. The dance professor was tiny. Her ballet slippers were about the length of my hand. He was absolutely terrified of her: cringed every time she came near him and got tears in his eyes when she fussed at him about something he was repeatedly doing wrong. He said it was the hardest PE class he ever took except swimming, where he sank.
Yep! You can always tell a football player. In HS, the e football coaches would have the football players run track during off seasons to get their speed and endurance up. They were the biggest bunch of babies! And their running form was terrible.
I ordered a pullover hoodie for my wife. It was something I thought she would like, and because it had a button-up neckline, I thought it might spare her the headaches regular hoodies give her with the hood all bunched up on the back of her neck. Midnight November 29 was the deadline for delivery by Christmas. Then I read an article about the FBI’s efforts combating holiday season scams and frauds. The ‘company’ I ordered from was mentioned in the article. Apparently, there’s one group that works out of India, Indonesia, and Singapore who run a boatload of website selling stuff, and have a history of you pay and they don’t ship. So far the tracking still says a label has been printed, but no parcel given to the post office. I’m probably out the money and no hoodie.
Fresh from its childish pissing contest with Roku, YouTubeTV has decided to continue its petulance by failing to negotiate an agreement with Disney, on the very day that BCS college football bowl games begin, 32 out of 36 of which, including the championship games, are on Disney stations. Google and Disney can kiss my ass.
This may turn out okay after all. I got a tracking notice from the post office that my parcel left an LA carrier facility Saturday at 4pm, and was now ‘in the network.’ I’ll be real happy if this pans out, but I’m a leery.
I know this could border on Debate, but I'll omit place names to keep it anodyne: A friend of mine has a life-threatening medical condition and has slipped into a coma. Like me, he's an expat, but the country he lives in doesn't allow same-sex marriage. As a result, his doctors are only allowed to give details of his medical condition to his family back in the states, who then relay the information back to his husband. Everything about this sucks.
It's 2 am and I'm messing with my dating profile, wondering why I'm barely getting any responses; meanwhile, my upstairs neighbor are rattling their bed so hard I swear it's going to come through the ceiling and making noises that would make a porn star blush. Good for them, I guess, but damn.
Aw, thanks, @Catriona Grace. I'm ok, just a little blue. But I'm already thinking of how best to use this in my writing—"comically bawdy poem" sounds good to me.
Go for it. In college my roommate and I had downstairs neighbors who apparently weren't aware of how thin the walls and floors were. One night, having been awoken by their enthusiasm, my roommate started giving a blow by blow account of the action below like she was a sports commentator. She did it at the top of her lungs so they could hear her. I never laughed so hard in my life and they were a little more subdued in future encounters.
Family issues again. Spoiler 23 year old cousin is upset because his younger siblings (a HS freshmen and a College freshmen) are have SERIOUSLY MAJOR issues. My sister tells him to live his life and hes not responsible for them and he needs to get his own life together first and foremost, etc before he starts worrying about them. Im reading all this in the group chat basically floored because when i moved away to start my own life, both my brother and sister resented me for it, and over the holiday, my mom told me my sister still sometimes loathes me for leaving, getting married, and living in my own house-- starting and living my own life. Where was that attitude when i left??? I get it... She grew up.... But then why does she still talk to my mom and brother about hating me?? HAPPY FRIGGEN NEW YEAR to me
