Sunday March 6th/11
What a day. Things seem to be falling into place here in Narnia. The Oilers are descending into the abyss, baseball is in the air (Yahoo!), it's getting time to dance, and most important of all: my Tar Heels kicked the shit out of 'Ratface' and those yuppy bastards of Duke. All is well with the world…
My Thursday class with 'the knob' was; shall I say, interesting. Just when I thought he couldn't be a bigger asshole, he proves me wrong. I will remind you that I am taking a class concerning renewable energy resources, and the class is dominated by this self-centred, know it all, who apparently thinks that the other 27 people in the class have come to hear him ask asinine questions and tell everyone that will listen, how much he knows about the subject of renewable energy (among other things).
I really though we were going to have a great day when forty minutes into the class, 'the knob' had yet to arrive, but noooooooooo, in he comes. Carrying his own chair, wearing his rolled up toque on the top of his head (which he kept on the entire night, I might add), he strolls in and of coarse doesn't shut the door to a noisy hallway. He stumbles to a spot furthest from the door, talking to himself, so loud that the instructor said, "pardon me?". He continued to mumble as he walked and then spent five full minutes taking off his coat in a noisy fashion (but not that fucking toque). Of coarse he did not get his class notes, so across the room he goes and noisily shuffles through the box with everyone's file in it, until he finds his notes and then stumbles back to his chair.
Then the fucking questions begin. For the night he asked 42 questions, most of them not really on the topic that the instructor was talking about. I really think that he asks these questions so he can answer them himself; all the better to show us how brilliant he is. Time and time again, the instructor had to tell him that we would soon get to that topic.
Of coarse he doesn't listen to the instruction, instead talking so loudly to his neighbour that I can her him clearly on the other side of the room. I supposed you don't need to listen when you know everything. Then why did you fucking pay $250 to attend, you arse hole?
We had a long break, as we got into groups (thank God he is not in my group, or I would have to kill myself), to discuss some projects that we had. That wasted another forty minutes, so out of the entire 180 minute class, he only had about 100 minutes to ask his riveting 42 questions. As you can see, he dominates the entire class, the whole evening.
Then the ultimate ignorant thing: cell phone ringing and he answers it and talks on it during class. Blah, blah, blah, completely oblivious to the fact that there are others in the room? Fuck!
Whilst asking one of his retarded questions about if someone could do some of this work on his own; he then referred to himself as a 'handy dude'. A handy dude. What a fucking knob. He didn't say he was handy, or he was kind of handy, no, he said he was a 'handy dude'.
My short attention span is tested every week.
DDDD
MDW has been up to some good things these days. Sunday brought a wonderful homemade pepperoni pizza, cooked on the Big Green Egg. I am sure that whenever spring comes (May/June perhaps?) cooking outside on the Egg will not be such a problem, but let's be honest; it's not hard for me at all. I come upstairs and there is the pizza. What's all the complaining about…? I do the dishes, you don't hear me complain… that damn water can be a bit hot sometimes if I am not careful.
Friday was fries and burgers night. I love that fry maker. I think I might marry it.
Thursday was vegetarian chilli which I really like. I did my part by, well I ate. That's something isn't it?
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