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Just wait till college; that's when things get really nuts.

(Says the woman who spent one spring break on band tour playing the 1812 Overture 3 times a day with a percussionist nicknamed "Hurricane" shooting blanks out of a rifle for the cannon fire.)

Why does everyone on the Shard have to be so interesting? :mellow:

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Why does everyone on the Shard have to be so interesting? :mellow:

 

Hey, in this particular situation, I was a lot less interesting than Hurricane.  :lol:

 

(For the record, most of these concerts were in churches.  And even shooting blanks leaves gunpowder smoke all over the place.)

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Well, I just witnessed an astonishing act of laziness. 

 

My room is upstairs, and my mom's is downstairs. Bruce had led me downstairs so I could let him out one last time before bed. When I let him inside, my mom started shouting for me. She was sitting in bed, reading a magazine, wanting me to bring her the bottle of carbonated water she'd left on the coffee table—a whopping thirty feet away. 

 

She sat in bed, shouting my name, so she wouldn't have to walk thirty. storming. feet. to get her drink. 

 

And yes, she'll do stuff like this all the time—ask me to open the door for her when she has a free hand, make me walk five feet to close the pantry door when she's standing right next to it, pretend not to hear the dogs scratching at the door so she won't have to stand up and let them inside, and she'll throw a fit if I'm too slow to respond. 

 

I think she should be denied the right to call other people lazy. Who's with me? <_<

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Why does everyone on the Shard have to be so interesting? :mellow:

Im wondering the same :mellow: All Im doing is sitting here trying to come up with riffs, horror stories and being sarcastic on the internet.

 

 

The key to being interesting is to be mysterious.

 

And to own a cat :D

I do both, now what?

 

 

Well, I just witnessed an astonishing act of laziness. 

 

My room is upstairs, and my mom's is downstairs. Bruce had led me downstairs so I could let him out one last time before bed. When I let him inside, my mom started shouting for me. She was sitting in bed, reading a magazine, wanting me to bring her the bottle of carbonated water she'd left on the coffee table—a whopping thirty feet away. 

 

She sat in bed, shouting my name, so she wouldn't have to walk thirty. storming. feet. to get her drink. 

 

And yes, she'll do stuff like this all the time—ask me to open the door for her when she has a free hand, make me walk five feet to close the pantry door when she's standing right next to it, pretend not to hear the dogs scratching at the door so she won't have to stand up and let them inside, and she'll throw a fit if I'm too slow to respond. 

 

I think she should be denied the right to call other people lazy. Who's with me? <_<

Me, me!

 

This is more of her power games .-.

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The key to being interesting is to be mysterious.

 

And to own a cat :D

 

I speak Polish, that's mysterious enough, isn't it? I also have 6 cats in my home at the moment. Awaiting further instructions :P

 

Well, I just witnessed an astonishing act of laziness. 

 

My room is upstairs, and my mom's is downstairs. Bruce had led me downstairs so I could let him out one last time before bed. When I let him inside, my mom started shouting for me. She was sitting in bed, reading a magazine, wanting me to bring her the bottle of carbonated water she'd left on the coffee table—a whopping thirty feet away. 

 

She sat in bed, shouting my name, so she wouldn't have to walk thirty. storming. feet. to get her drink. 

 

And yes, she'll do stuff like this all the time—ask me to open the door for her when she has a free hand, make me walk five feet to close the pantry door when she's standing right next to it, pretend not to hear the dogs scratching at the door so she won't have to stand up and let them inside, and she'll throw a fit if I'm too slow to respond. 

 

I think she should be denied the right to call other people lazy. Who's with me? <_<

 

That reminds me, the God of Lazy:

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Well, I just witnessed an astonishing act of laziness. 

 

My room is upstairs, and my mom's is downstairs. Bruce had led me downstairs so I could let him out one last time before bed. When I let him inside, my mom started shouting for me. She was sitting in bed, reading a magazine, wanting me to bring her the bottle of carbonated water she'd left on the coffee table—a whopping thirty feet away. 

 

She sat in bed, shouting my name, so she wouldn't have to walk thirty. storming. feet. to get her drink. 

 

And yes, she'll do stuff like this all the time—ask me to open the door for her when she has a free hand, make me walk five feet to close the pantry door when she's standing right next to it, pretend not to hear the dogs scratching at the door so she won't have to stand up and let them inside, and she'll throw a fit if I'm too slow to respond. 

 

I think she should be denied the right to call other people lazy. Who's with me?  <_<

 

Yep. Seen that, got the T-Shirt. Apparently, she's off on an incredibly difficult doing 'work' (she does a part time job on Wednesdays, and a home-run business that generally goes for months without anything happening.) and 'everything else around the house' (except of course, the stuff she leaves for me, so nearly everything). And so she's all finished up by the time I get home, and she's watching TV. (For record, I once calculated that she had 20 hours of regular TV shows a week, plus movies, one-offs, etc.) So, when I see her doing nothing at all (ever), I'm just at the wrong place, wrong time. (She does have some stuff that she does. But there is no way that it takes her all day, every day. And, no mother, taking my grandmother for lunch at a cafe does not count as work, no matter how frustrating you insist that she (and everyone else) is.)

 

Even assuming she's right, she finds other excuses in the form of her dud knee (which the doctor did an X-Ray scan of and found nothing, causing her to start going to a different doctor.) She can't do anything that involves 'moving about too much' or 'standing too long'. It turns out, moving about too much and 'standing too long' translate to 'moving' and 'standing'. Full stop. Which narrows down the list of 'possible chores' to... precisely zero.

 

And, if I don't do (these are usually regurgitated lists that she spits out like a machine gun) everything she asks within 5 minutes of her asking, suddenly I'm 'uncaring', 'cruel', 'unappreciative'.

 

Still, I'm 16 now. So, even if I go to Uni instead of immediately getting a full-time job, then I have a maximum of... 7-8 years left?

 

Also Mestiv, that story is amazing.

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Young Bard, I have an issue with one thing you said.

Dealing with frustrating people might not be conventional work, but it can definitely take a tone of effort. It's sometimes known as 'emotional labour' and maybe doesn't seem like work because no one pays you for it. But keeping in contact with friends and family, calmly dealing with irritating people, being polite after a long hard day are really truly hard work. Even being nice to your friends can be hard sometimes.

There. Said it. You can go on ranting now. :)

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????

I'm not.

 

You are. Your avatar dragon has some kind of veil. Veils are mysterious -> you are mysterious.

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I speak Polish, that's mysterious enough, isn't it? I also have 6 cats in my home at the moment. Awaiting further instructions :P

You are. Your avatar dragon has some kind of veil. Veils are mysterious -> you are mysterious.

 

[quarantines the word welon - too mysterious]

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[quarantines the word welon - too mysterious]

 

Even "mysterious" is mysterious in Polish: tajemniczy (pronunciation of this word will remain a mystery to you :P)

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Whilst waiting for JPL to email me back, I was seized with a sudden fear that they never got my emails and handed the job off to someone else. 

 

So I'm about to call back and verify. 

 

So nervous. Praying it's not the case, because if it is, my parents were right and I'll have to move back to Spokane and I'll never hear the end of it until the day I die. You think I'm exaggerating, but my parents ​still tell cautionary tales about how I used to misbehave as a small child. :mellow:

 

Edit: She wasn't there, so I left a voicemail. As if I don't have enough suspense in my life already. 

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If someone happens to win the lottery, you do not say they are "financially successful". Instead, they are lucky bastards.

Same with your parents. The job being given to someone else after it was offered to you without warning would be like winning the lottery, highly unlikely and in no way indicative of your parent's competency in the area of job hunting.

So just follow through with the phone call, and everything will work out :)

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If someone happens to win the lottery, you do not say they are "financially successful". Instead, they are lucky bastards.

Same with your parents. The job being given to someone else after it was offered to you without warning would be like winning the lottery, highly unlikely and in no way indicative of your parent's competency in the area of job hunting.

So just follow through with the phone call, and everything will work out :)

 

Thanks. I needed to hear that. :) 

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The key to being interesting is to be mysterious.

 

And to own a cat :D

 

Nobody owns a cat.  Cats own people.

 

Im making cards against humanity cards about my internet friends again...

 

Oh, dear.  Now you have me wondering if I've inspired anything.

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