Fly boy

As something of a joke, I usually leave my cell phone number on my receipt whenever I go out to eat (assuming we're being served by a waitress), and usually, the waitress never calls/texts/whatevers. Tonight, I was reminded why I usually only go after (some) Mormon girls.

I left my number on the receipt as usual when we went to 54th Street tonight, and about 5 minutes after I left, our somewhat-lousy waitress texted me saying "Hey fly boy". Two texts later, she tells me I'm "pretty hot." If that's not a dead giveaway that this is a joke on both ends, I don't know what is. But I'm in the mood for a laugh, so I play along. I ask her where she's from, how old she is, and when she gets a night off. She says "Tomorrow. Im a freak to let you kno". I ask her to define "freak," and she tells me she likes to "have ___ and ____ ____." You're creative enough; you can fill in those blanks. And even if you're wrong, you're probably still on the right track (hint: it's not "have scriptures and read them").

A girl who slacked off on refills, then took her sweet time bringing us our tickets, is willing to tell (or at least joke with) a random guy about her extracurricular escapades over the course of 39 minutes. I kept the joke going (my response was "Hey, me too!"), but from a bit more serious perspective, it's kinda sad that a girl would be willing to give herself away like that.

What happened? I mean, like, what happened in the world where people find things like that completely acceptable? I know my opinion on this subject sticks out like Conan O'Brien in the Million Man March, but still, I wish I knew why girls feel like stuff like this appeals to guys, and why guys find it appealing. I wish interactions between men and women consisted of something more than trying to break the world record for getting into each others' pants the fastest.

I was gonna ask out that waitress for real. I haven't been on a date in probably a year and a half, and even if it wasn't gonna go anywhere, it would've been nice to just go on a date. But I'm not desperate enough to lower my standards, so it looks like I'll be hanging on to my dignity, my V card, and my key to the Nerdburgring (i.e. my room) for a while longer.

Schrei

Yes, I got that from the Tokio Hotel album. I figured since the album is called "Scream" in the US, that's probably what it means in German. I say "probably" because I simply don't feel like looking it up. Speaking of German, there's a language I'd like to learn. So many cool words. And it just sounds gruff and intimidating.

Anyway, about screaming. Why do people do it? I mean, what does it accomplish? I can't think of a single instance where screaming at someone/something is a more worthwhile and effective action than anything else. It's like an exertion of energy toward nothing, for no purpose. In a panic/emergency situation, why do people scream? Why are they clogging others' sense of hearing with pointless screaming when other people need a way to communicate actual, relevant things?

Is it out of fear? If so, why scream when you can use that energy to take a baseball bat/gun/crowbar to whatever scares you? Is it out of frustration? How about doing something about it instead of letting out what amounts to nothing more than a loud, high-pitched whine? Is it out of excitement? If it is, then why not say or do something that other people understand, and to which they can respond? I mean, screams are loud and obnoxious; they don't draw people in. So why do it?

That's something I love about this blog. I know no one reads it, so I have no worries about having to respond to someone who tries to defend lame actions like screaming.

Level Head

I know I'm usually the one telling other people they're crazy, or that they're not thinking straight, but tonight I think I'm one of those people. I feel like I need to just get away from everything with which I currently have any connections. The reason I say I'm crazy is because of the word "feel". I don't feel things when it comes to decision-making. There are pros, cons, trade-offs, etc., but no decision needs emotions. Emotions might make a decision easier to make, or might make the result better or more enjoyable, but you really don't need them.

I try to look at things as cut and dry as possible because I don't need my emotions clouding my judgment. "Do I want to hang out with so-and-so tonight?" My emotions would say yes, because I have no one else to hang out with, and I hate being alone. But common sense says "No, don't hang out with him/her; that person is a douchebag who will do nothing but waste your time and drag you down in every possible aspect of your life." And since I'm all about the long-term, I have to go with common sense in that situation.

I wish I could keep my emotions from getting to me when I'm executing these long-term decisions. I don't need anything telling me that I'll feel sad or lonely when I make a decision, because I already knew that was the case in the first place, and I already took that into account when I made my decision. I know that makes me sound a bit stoic and boring, but it's what's gotten me to where I am today. People don't come to me for advice because I'm as much of an emotional wreck as they are, y'know. I pride myself on having a level head in just about any situation, even when everyone else has lost it emotionally.

And yet, here I am, struggling to fight back emotions that I feel would negatively influence the decisions I want to make in the near future. To what or whom does the level-headed guy turn when he needs level-headed advice?

Opportunity costs

I just noticed that my last blog post says it was posted February 23rd at 2:31 pm. That definitely isn't the case, because I didn't come up the ideas for that one until sometime in March. Maybe that "Gmail Custom Time" joke from a couple of years ago wasn't really a joke...

So it's Saturday mor--well, afternoon now. I spent an hour working on a message board post for my Database Management class, and I still have a homework assignment to do (it's an online class, so technically it's all homework, but I use the term simply to differentiate between the types of assignments I have). The homework assignment is to look for new products or updated services offered by different major companies that support database management. Well, I tried navigating a few of their sites, and besides not offering any of the products originally listed in the homework assignment, they don't give a clear definition of what services their products actually offer.

I took a microeconomics class last year. Besides the fact that the instructor looked like a child molester and wore the exact same polo shirt and pair of sweat pants every class period, the only thing I retained from that class was the concept of opportunity costs. Basically, it's analyzing and valuing the trade-offs in decision-making. Do I blow my money on a Mustang, or save up for a Cayman? If you save your money, the opportunity cost is the Mustang. If you buy the Mustang, the opportunity cost is the larger sum of money that you'd have later on to spend on something else (in my case, a Cayman). Simple, right?

So I calculated my grade in my Database Management class. If I got a perfect grade on my homework (which never happens), I would have a 92.8% in that class. If I skip the homework assignment altogether, my grade will drop to 82.8%. Considering I'm sitting here, typing this blog post and listening to a mix of Hellogoodbye, Punchline, and Motion City Soundtrack, I'll just assume you know which of my options became the opportunity cost.

This is the beginning of our story...the beginning...the beginning...

I haven't done anything of the bloggish sort since the advent of Xanga (well, the advent for my high school) about six or seven years ago, so this is probably gonna be a bit disjointed until I figure out where exactly I want to go with this. I'll probably come off as a crotchety old man at first, but just bear with me and you'll see where exactly I'm going with it all. And if you don't, I'm sure there are plenty of blogs and websites out there that cater to whatever nonsense for which you're looking. Anyway, on with my random musings:

Ok, so the first thing about which I wish to complain: quiet objectors (as I like to call them). You know the kind of people about which I'm talking. They hear (or on rare occasions, see) something with which they don't agree, and mutter something that's way too quiet for offender to hear, but just loud enough that it distracts everyone nearby. Of course, because they don't say it loud enough or give enough warning that they're going to object, you only catch the last couple of words and are left to form your own opinion about their opinion. While that's happening, you then realize that you've missed a few seconds of what the original speaker/doer was saying/doing, and you have to waste a few more seconds trying to figure out how they got to the point at which they were when you started paying attention again.

So in the end, you not only get distracted by a mumbler who got offended (but not quite offended enough to speak up a little more), but you miss what was going on in the first place. Normally I couldn't care less about whether or not someone approves or disapproves of something that doesn't really affect me, but considering these quiet objectors usually catch me off guard and distract me thanks to my habit of actually listening to what is said by people around me, it's something by which I feel justified being bothered.

There it is, my first blog post thing. If you enjoyed it, great. If not, I'm glad I was able to waste a few minutes of your time.

Adam ^.^v