One Hell of a Week.

So, I did have a mean post brewing about b!tches and whatever else, blah blah blah.  However, there were too many ridiculous things that happened this week that I need to write about.  What the f*ck was this week?!?

Okay.  Let me start off with Sunday.  I was so caught up in catching up with my missed schoolwork on Sunday that I accidentally missed my shift.  That is the first time I've missed my shift in about 2 years.  I started panicking once I realized that I missed it; I called in as soon as I remembered, and I was told that it was okay.  As soon as I came in on Monday, I apologized for missing my shift and before I could even finish my apology, my bosses said, "Just forget about it and move on."

Stupidity: Is it Genetic?

Sorry I haven't written in a while, audience.  Last week was my medical school interview tour, so I was away.  I appreciate that you stick around and read the things that I write!

At some point during our 20 or so total hours of drive time, my father shared a "dumb-a$$ drivers" story.  Well, during those 20 hours, I got to see a LOT of dumb-a$$ driving ... OH my gosh.  And people say that Michigan drivers are psychopaths?  TOTALLY false.  I'm talking like 85 in a 55... WHY DON'T THESE PEOPLE GET TICKETS?!??  Anyway, the story goes like this:

WTF Lab Equipment

I guess no one important really cares about lab classes ... and why should they?  All the best equipment should go to the real people labs doing real research and blah blah blah.  Still, I think that labs should be furnished with functioning equipment ... especially when MY grades suddenly depend on accuracy (yes, accuracy) and not just completion like it has always been.  What the f*ck.

Stupid B!tches

Okay, so this one's gonna be quick because I got my wisdom teeth taken out <12 hours ago, have taken as few pain pills as possible, and I can finally feel my face again (which means ouchies).

My friends and I went camping for a couple of days near Cedar Point.  And to answer anyone's question, yes, we did go to Cedar Point.  I cried like a little b!tch on the Magnum.  "OH MY GOD, IS THIS OVER YET?!  WAHAHAHHAHHH GET ME OFF, WHY THE F*CK DID I PLAN THIS," etc.  I also refused to ride the Millennium Force or the Dragster.  F*CK no.

Some People are like Mules

, in the sense that they can be really stubborn and stupid.

Some news-radio station broke the tensed silence between my mother and myself during the drive up to work this morning.  Apparently there is a wide scale of mandatory evacuations along the east coast because of the impending destruction of Hurricane Irene.  Despite this, there were reports of several people saying that they were going to stay in their homes or still do whatever they want because they didn't want to leave until they absolutely had to (despite the fact that these evacuations are deemed mandatory).

Brownie Parties and the Never-Ending Goodbye

Everyone who's brown (at least, to my knowledge) knows what I'm going to say here.  I'm going to talk about the legendary goodbye that seems to last for an eternity when you don't want it to (or comes too suddenly when you just started to have fun ... but this is usually the exception to the rule).

Usually, people stand at the doorway for half an hour or so and just talk.  You know, at this point, the parents have pulled their children away from their friends, gotten everyone to put on their shoes or jackets, blah blah blah.  The door is open, but the screen door is still closed... and this is where the problem begins.

Hormone Therapy or Anger Management?

Going home is impossible.  I hate it.  It is never a good thing.  It is the roller coaster from hell that I cannot get off of.  I miss it so much when I leave, but when I come back I realize how much I hate it.

My Mother's Strange Behavior

Lately my mother has been either supremely pleasant or supremely unpleasant.  She'll laugh at everything or make jokes at me ... and then she'll get SO angry with me that she'll stop speaking to me for a couple of days.

She gets angry unreasonably, and then refuses to discuss the problem or why she's angry.  My dad and I will ask her periodically throughout a day what the problem is, but we'll end up giving up because she says, "Oh, me?  I don't have a problem!  You probably have a problem!"  And then it is all downhill from there.  Nothing gets solved because, apparently, she has no problems.

Stupid Drivers--More Road Rage

A couple nights ago, I was driving in an unknown area and I was driving slowly because it was dark and I was looking for a specific street sign.  I noticed a light glow of light in my rearview mirror, but it was strangely light.  Headlights would have blinded me, but this didn't.

I realized that it was a car that was driving so close behind mine that I couldn't see its headlights in my rearview mirror.  What the f*ck.  Seriously?  That's ridiculously dangerous.  There's only one lane for you to legally drive in, so I can understand that you might be annoyed that I'm going slowly ... but to tailgate me that badly is nothing short of dangerous.

I guess these people just got way too pissed off at me, because they decided to cross the double yellow line, swerve in front of me, pollute my air with their bullsh!t young people music (yes, I said that, and yes, I consider myself to be above the "popular" music on the radio), and flick me off.  Get this--the person who gave me the finger was in the back seat.

AUGH.  WHAT a bunch of a$$holes.  I hate b!tches like that.  Calm the f*ck down, I wanted to yell out my window.  I wanted to scream, YEAH, well learn how to drive before you do that, b!tches.  ARGH.

Another story that makes me SO angry:

I think I hate the Secretary of State.

I am about to have an important birthday (heh), so I needed to renew my license.

I went to the Secretary of State.  By the time I left, at least 40 minutes had passed.  How long did it actually take to renew my license?