stupid first world problems you're dealing with

  On 12/11/2012 at 10:40 PM, Frankie5fingers said:

 

  On 12/11/2012 at 10:25 PM, luke viia said:

FWP.2: My GPA is experiencing anticipatory pain, like when you know you're just about to get punched in the face.

i kinda have the same situation. i was riding high for the last 2 years. but this semester was pretty bad. i kinda just, gave up. which isnt like me at all. but it wasnt like i was in a situation where i just said fuck it. i just didnt have any urge to participate. i would sit in my classes and everything would go in one ear and out the other.

 

Yeah, that's what I did (with this course - the other two were super interesting (statistics and materials science)).

But that shit is OVER, and the test wasn't actually too bad. Especially for doing no studying whatsoever (wtf was I thinking?).

Now if you'll excuse me, I'ma go holler outside for a bit.

O, I did wellnuff for meself.

Fuck the easy classes though, I'll settle for Cs in em if i hafta.

I'm TSFW (too sleepy 4 work)

I have a horrible sleeping pattern that I can't seem to fix. Leaves me exhausted throughout the day.

6am this morning woke up to the boiler pissing out water everywhere, had to mop up kitchen floor, bleed the radiators and fiddle about with this tiny little awkwardly-placed lever in aformentioned boiler - all whilst just wearing my boxer shorts. then i got to go to work.

work actually wasn't too bad. quite enjoyed it today in fact.

head home around 5ish (in a reasonably good mood by this point) and am happily trundling my way home on the district line when we're all rudely booted off at putney bridge with no explanation apart from "problems in the wimbledon area". ended up on a very crowded number 93 bus and eventually got off not too far from home, feeling slightly dejected but only about 20 minutes off schedule.

i am meant to be meeting my girlfriend (who is bringing the car) near the station so we can go pick up the rather alarming amount of missed deliveries we have had in the past week. i've already let her know i'm going to be a bit late, so call to get her to come get me and find out that the car won't start. totally dead.

so i'm fucking walking home thinking i've really got to get some weed because i'm about to kill some fucker, but i need the car to go get it. ok, i can also walk down to south wimbledon, get on the northern line and do that instead but i'm not sure i can handle it. i decide to go home and fix the car (i've convinced myself at this point that my girlfriend is just being useless and the car will start 1st time for me), then drive over and pick up some green.

i walk through my front door in a purposeful mood, change out of my suit and head down to the car. doesn't start. i diagnose the car with a starter-motor problem due to the cold even though i haven't opened the bonnet. i'm convinced it's nothing to do with the battery - it's pretty new [the battery], car has been regularly used and serviced recently. what i need is a big bit of wood to hit the starter-motor with (sticky starter-motor - ask abusivegeorge, he'll tell you). my girfriend suggests my baseball bat which is perfect but slightly annoying as i didn't think of that. anyway, i open the bonnet, hit what i hope is the starter-motor for a bit with absolutely no result, then claim i have the wrong-shaped bit of wood. i decide to try bump-starting the car - easy peasy. you would think. i've only got a nissan micra, probably only weighs about as much as a large seal or two. i can push, my girfriend can steer and pop the clutch. she assured me she understood the mechanics of bump-starting a car. i mentioned not having to turn the key, just turn the ignition on, pop the clutch etc - didnt want to be patronising and assume she didn't understand, so did not explain in detail. she said she knew how to do it. i start to push the car which turns out to be incredibly difficult with the handbrake engaged. i calmly request she takes the handbrake off whilst wondering if this is such a good idea, and after much huffing and puffing manage to get the car positioned towards the slight decline leading out of our car-park. this is it - pretty much got one shot at it - after the decline leading out of the car-park, there is a slight rise which we will get stuck in if the car fails to start - i am hopeful that the momentum of the car, plus the bump and jolt forward when she dumps the clutch will be enough to get up the slight rise, but concerned about the large van approximately 20 yards in front of where we're pointing. i again ask if she knows what she's doing: "got it in 2nd?" - "yep!", "ignition on? clutch in?" - "yep, all good!" ok, so i push - it's hard going. the ground is icy - i can't get good purchase and need good purchase to gain speed. i don't give up, give it everything and get onto the decline - it's working, the car starts to roll forward and pick up speed.... "now!" i shout.

nothing.

"NOW!"

nothing.

"what are you doing??"

"i'm turning it! i'm turning it!"

turning it? it think...fucking TURNING IT??

"turning what?"

"the key!!"

so things got a bit ugly after that and the car was stuck in the dip blocking the entrace to the resident's car park. she called her mum. this eventually led to finding out we were covered by green flag breakdown service. a reticent black man in a large truck arrived after about an hour and had the car started within 5 minutes. turns out it was a flat battery.

on the plus side he recommended taking the car for a spin to help recharge the battery, so i went and purchased some goblin.

currently drinking port and am now in a good mood again unfortunately it's like past midnight and i should be in bed but i can't because i'm all wired from the earlier stress. i'm hoping another joint and large glass of ruby port will knock me out.

Two days ago I heard someone say, without any irony and in all fucking seriousness: "oh Prodigy, that's the dubstep of the 90's"

And it still bothers the living fuck out of me

the fact that you haven't even acknowledged my incredible story enrages me

^

edit: new snares album?

  On 12/13/2012 at 1:24 AM, triachus said:

Two days ago I heard someone say, without any irony and in all fucking seriousness: "oh Prodigy, that's the dubstep of the 90's"

 

 

 

And it still bothers the living fuck out of me

Good...god.

  On 12/13/2012 at 1:28 AM, BCM said:

the fact that you haven't even acknowledged my incredible story enrages me

 

I read it. Glad you were able to get the car moving again. Low car batteries seem to be commonplace where I live, especially in winter.

  On 12/13/2012 at 1:28 AM, BCM said:

the fact that you haven't even acknowledged my incredible story enrages me

 

^

 

edit: new snares album?

sounds like a stressful day.

wheres the new snares album? =/

edit:... well done.

  On 12/13/2012 at 1:51 AM, StephenG said:

wheres the new snares album? =/

flol

that looks fake

like a "shop," as the kids say

  On 12/13/2012 at 2:05 AM, BCM said:

 

  On 12/13/2012 at 1:51 AM, StephenG said:

wheres the new snares album? =/

 

 

bahahahaha perfect

  On 12/13/2012 at 1:50 AM, ambermonk said:

 

  On 12/13/2012 at 1:28 AM, BCM said:

the fact that you haven't even acknowledged my incredible story enrages me

 

 

I read it. Glad you were able to get the car moving again. Low car batteries seem to be commonplace where I live, especially in winter.

 

are you steve "interesting" davis in real life?

My cat's dick is so small neither myself nor my girlfriend can be certain it's even there.

...look, he flops over on his back alot, and after a while you can't help but wonder "where the fuck is it." This is a reasonable concern.

  On 12/13/2012 at 2:33 AM, Zephyr_Nova said:

My cat's dick is so small neither myself nor my girlfriend can be certain it's even there.

 

 

...look, he flops over on his back alot, and after a while you can't help but wonder "where the fuck is it." This is a reasonable concern.

maybe it's an "innie"... like bellybuttons

  BCM said:

6am this morning woke up to the boiler pissing out water everywhere, had to mop up kitchen floor, bleed the radiators and fiddle about with this tiny little awkwardly-placed lever in aformentioned boiler - all whilst just wearing my boxer shorts. then i got to go to work. work actually wasn't too bad. quite enjoyed it today in fact. head home around 5ish (in a reasonably good mood by this point) and am happily trundling my way home on the district line when we're all rudely booted off at putney bridge with no explanation apart from "problems in the wimbledon area". ended up on a very crowded number 93 bus and eventually got off not too far from home, feeling slightly dejected but only about 20 minutes off schedule. i am meant to be meeting my girlfriend (who is bringing the car) near the station so we can go pick up the rather alarming amount of missed deliveries we have had in the past week. i've already let her know i'm going to be a bit late, so call to get her to come get me and find out that the car won't start. totally dead. so i'm fucking walking home thinking i've really got to get some weed because i'm about to kill some fucker, but i need the car to go get it. ok, i can also walk down to south wimbledon, get on the northern line and do that instead but i'm not sure i can handle it. i decide to go home and fix the car (i've convinced myself at this point that my girlfriend is just being useless and the car will start 1st time for me), then drive over and pick up some green. i walk through my front door in a purposeful mood, change out of my suit and head down to the car. doesn't start. i diagnose the car with a starter-motor problem due to the cold even though i haven't opened the bonnet. i'm convinced it's nothing to do with the battery - it's pretty new [the battery], car has been regularly used and serviced recently. what i need is a big bit of wood to hit the starter-motor with (sticky starter-motor - ask abusivegeorge, he'll tell you). my girfriend suggests my baseball bat which is perfect but slightly annoying as i didn't think of that. anyway, i open the bonnet, hit what i hope is the starter-motor for a bit with absolutely no result, then claim i have the wrong-shaped bit of wood. i decide to try bump-starting the car - easy peasy. you would think. i've only got a nissan micra, probably only weighs about as much as a large seal or two. i can push, my girfriend can steer and pop the clutch. she assured me she understood the mechanics of bump-starting a car. i mentioned not having to turn the key, just turn the ignition on, pop the clutch etc - didnt want to be patronising and assume she didn't understand, so did not explain in detail. she said she knew how to do it. i start to push the car which turns out to be incredibly difficult with the handbrake engaged. i calmly request she takes the handbrake off whilst wondering if this is such a good idea, and after much huffing and puffing manage to get the car positioned towards the slight decline leading out of our car-park. this is it - pretty much got one shot at it - after the decline leading out of the car-park, there is a slight rise which we will get stuck in if the car fails to start - i am hopeful that the momentum of the car, plus the bump and jolt forward when she dumps the clutch will be enough to get up the slight rise, but concerned about the large van approximately 20 yards in front of where we're pointing. i again ask if she knows what she's doing: "got it in 2nd?" - "yep!", "ignition on? clutch in?" - "yep, all good!" ok, so i push - it's hard going. the ground is icy - i can't get good purchase and need good purchase to gain speed. i don't give up, give it everything and get onto the decline - it's working, the car starts to roll forward and pick up speed.... "now!" i shout. nothing. "NOW!" nothing. "what are you doing??" "i'm turning it! i'm turning it!" turning it? it think...fucking TURNING IT?? "turning what?" "the key!!" so things got a bit ugly after that and the car was stuck in the dip blocking the entrace to the resident's car park. she called her mum. this eventually led to finding out we were covered by green flag breakdown service. a reticent black man in a large truck arrived after about an hour and had the car started within 5 minutes. turns out it was a flat battery. on the plus side he recommended taking the car for a spin to help recharge the battery, so i went and purchased some goblin. currently drinking port and am now in a good mood again unfortunately it's like past midnight and i should be in bed but i can't because i'm all wired from the earlier stress. i'm hoping another joint and large glass of ruby port will knock me out.

fucking epic

  On 12/13/2012 at 1:08 AM, BCM said:

 

Good story. Enjoyed the bit about the seals.

*awaits "The Fact That You Haven't Acknowledged My Incredible Album Cover Enrages Me"

  On 12/13/2012 at 2:11 AM, BCM said:

 

are you steve "interesting" davis in real life?

 

Can't say I'm familiar with him.

I couldn't sleep and kept thinking about the dupstep incident so I just opened this thread, vented, and left to sleep.

But by doing so I had rudely ignored an incredible story and enraged somebody.

FML

But my boorish inconsideration has lead to a new Snares album, so it's all good.

BCM, I have read and now aknowledge your anecdote. 7.6/10 Might read again.

So, did you get the weed BCM?

hell yes

having to see people wearing uggs.

fml