Teacup.

I’ve been stuck in the university hole for 4½ years and counting. And here’s some pet peeves which I’ve encountered and just thinking about it makes me … want to … smash their heads into my microwave oven.

First up for head-smashing is the “OMG I fail constantly” A-average student. Gawd just thinking about these mother-of-spaghetti individuals just … URGH. OK, so. There’s this girl I met this year called … Ice Cream. Ice Cream is nice and all that but when it comes to her study, it’s just plain annoying. For any assignments, she always comes to my group and goes on and on about how she’s “going to fail it because she doesn’t understand the assignment” and that her final submission is “full of made-up crap” so she won’t be surprised “if she fails it”. So we’re all commiserating together and when the results come out …

Ice Cream — 43/50

… and …

Ice Cream — 10/10

Every. Single. Time. Without fail. First time, we all think maybe she just fluked it. Second time … no one’s this lucky right? Third time … “Uhrm … maybe you should be confident in yourself.” 48204867 time … GTFO.

And what really is the shittiest move (in my most humble of opinions) is that when my friend who actually helped her gain those good marks get a slightly lower score, she actually said something like “Ouch, that must hurt. It’s so funny you always only get one or two points lower than me! Hahaha …” … and we’re not laughing. If you’re smart, don’t be a douche-bag about it. If you secretly studied really really hard for the test, don’t be a douche-bag about it. Just … if you score an A-average constantly, don’t be a douche-bag about it. I’m honest and say that I really don’t understand the material. We help each other out and I’m grateful. When I scored a 9/10 for an assignment, I was super-happy. When I studied hard-out for my Biochemistry paper, I told the truth that yes, I did study for a good week for it. I’m hoping for a good mark to reflect the study I did. That didn’t quite eventuate. At least I was honest, not a douche-bag lying mother-of-spaghetti.

Moving to head-smashing-inducing pet peeve #2. I’m currently studying Biomedical Science and it is hard work. It is “recommended” to put in an extra ~200 hours of personal study time per course registered. So I’m studying two papers and that means I have to put in at least 400 hours just to pass the course. 80% of my classmates do not have a job at all. They just can’t fit it in. Between university and personal study, the amount of hours you can dedicate to work is zero. Hence this is why I study part-time (only two papers). But it still feels like full time study because we have one extra hour of lecture per week plus an additional 4-6 hour lab per week depending on what year you’re in, in comparison to other study fields. It’s serious business.

What bugs me? When I hear other people doing Classical Studies or Information Systems complaining about “how hard they have it” because they have to submit weekly assignments and on top of that, they have so much readings. Well, excuuuse me, you feces-consuming being. If you have time to complain about it and still manage to have a part-time job about it, clearly, it’s not hard work. What makes it an even stupider is when they only have maybe one or two lectures a week (I have a minimum of four lectures per week, per course) and zero hours of labs/tutorials (I have six hour labs per week). REALLY. You have it hard? Get a life and GTFO of my face, you female-dog.

What? I hear you want to compare the “readings”. Right, let’s compare then. You have so much reading? I have to read journal article after journal article, plus 100+ pages of textbook material and on top of that, re-read the whole lecture again. And this is per lecture! So stop. Complaining. *head/desk*

I think the reason why I’m pretty lost as to what to type rant about as I’m sitting here is because after sitting at the same place and doing 50+ rants, the thoughts just float away after that 50. I was walking down these super-steep stairs today and I had this whole entry thought up in my head, from start to finish. But now I’m sitting here, it’s all gone. Like leaves on a tree in mid-winter.

So it’s autumn here and the wind is gusty at times and some people just insist on wearing those mid-thigh flimsy-material skirts that puff up with just a hint of wind around. So on this particular day, the winds are about 30 ~ 40 KM/h. I’m walking behind these two girls after university and they’re the typical girls with the super-big-and-heavy handbags with 20 denier stocking and florally skirts and tops. I’m more of a hoodie and jeans type. That’s besides the point!

So anyway, I’m walking behind the girls and the left girl held her skirt tight around her thighs so they don’t blow up when the wind comes slinking around. The girl on the right … thought her skirt could handle the wind so she didn’t hold it down. I’m thinking it’s going to be bad if the wind comes and have a freak mighty-strong gust. Not a moment later, true story people, the wind comes … and I saw her round Gluteus Maximus encased in her killer-red panties in all it’s glory.

Sure, she was wearing a thinner-than-paper and a more-transparent-than-a-cling-wrap pantyhose but nothing could make me un-see the seen! I don’t think she realized it cause she didn’t let out a ‘Tee-hee, oops!’ and I don’t know what to say to her. I don’t even know if the cars driving past saw it. I felt embarrassed because I saw it, I felt embarrassed for her, I felt amusement that I’m embarrassed and the cycle repeats indefinitely.

So what was the take-home lesson today? If you have wind exceeding 20 KM/h in your area, either swap your 20 denier pantyhose for tights or swap that flimsy floral skirt for a skirt that is of a thicker material so it can hold down even if a 40 KM/h wind came around.

It’s officially two weeks since university started. I wish it was over when I hit the third day, so it’s amazing I’m still lasting at the two week mark. I still have another year of this crap. I will pull through somehow. I’m a fighter student!

I also recently started screen-capping movies and TV series that I’ve got on DVD. I’ve got The Bodyguard all done and just needing sorting to clear out the definitely unusable caps. I’m currently in the middle of capping The Clone Wars. I’m not too sure why I’m doing it or where I’m going to host the caps for the public but it’s something …

I think that after a few years of Teacup being by itself, maybe this is my little something for the public?

We all know what time it is. It’s bitch time now.

I’ve been playing a certain online game for a little over a year now and this is the first game I’ve ever donated real money to support their servers and cost and all sorts of blah-blah-yadda-yadda shit. I’m doing my thing and everyone is doing their thing and we’re all polite and nice to each other, it’s a small community, I like it. Not going to lie, I actually really like this game, hence my monetary donations monthly.

Lately, there’s a certain user, who I will refer to as Asshole in this post, that’s been … saying some stuff that I just don’t have the patience to let go off anymore. Asshole did it once, I let it go; asshole did it twice, I let it go … reluctantly; asshole did it 387403 more times, GOD DAMN IT WOULD ASSHOLE PLEASE LEAVE THE FUCKING BUILDING?

A few days ago, I specifically offered to three users that I would be able to sell them the monthly charity prize pack (which you get by monetary donations of a certain amount) at $50K. That’s a reasonable virtual to real money conversation rate for the game. The cheapest these prize packs have ever gone for is probably $45K and the most expensive at $100K. So my asking price isn’t that unreasonable.

So me and the three users are finalizing details about it and what does Asshole do? Of course Asshole butts in (pun intended?) with their useless comment saying they just can’t bare to pay the extra $5K to get the charity prize pack because they’re “too miserly“. Hold the phone guys, Asshole’s got something to say albeit it was unasked or even helpful in any way I could think off. Maybe they thought my life would be complete with that stupid comment of theirs. Sad to say, my life is still not complete. But really, fuck off. I wasn’t talking to Asshole, I didn’t @Asshole you, I didn’t even mention Asshole, so please, fuck your ass off.

The thing that really gets me is that I don’t know if Asshole realizes that even if they gave me $99,999,999,999 virtual money, I still couldn’t get a single real money out of that. So a virtual cash difference of $5K for a real monetary prize pack is asking for very very little. If they haven’t donated before, they should just shut their pie hole and stop putting their input into every little thing to annoy the fuck out of everyone (me).