Category: Life


I did it again

I pulled another all nighter. I just hit that “whoa, the world be spinnin’ yo!” feeling. If I stay still and not look around (you know, like I have been doing for the last 24 hours),it’s all good. Oh what was I working on?

That same project that ate my lunch last week.

I am not much better off than I was last week. I got *a little* more done, but shit be fucked. And you know what?
I don’t care.
I am too tired to care. My ass hurts, my hands are cold, and I didn’t know it until I look ed around too quickly, I’m dizzy.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
My bullshit generator is a beast, I tell you. a mother fucking BEAST! I added so many more pages of “oh this is the in depth reason why I did this” and “oh look, here’s a figure of a snippet of code so I can pad that “table of figure” section”.
Me and Word, it’s like a shitty relationship you just don’t care to leave. When it’s good, it’s AWESOME, when it sucks, you wanna switch to notepad. Today? Me and Word be tight, yo.
I should go to sleep. But I can’t I have to wrestle with Visio and make more charts. I don’t have the same relationship with Visio as I do with Word. This? This is like meeting a friend of a friend a couple of times, then having to unexpectedly stay overnight. 15 kinds of awkward.

It was either continue with horrible broken C, or scrap it and use C++. I scrapped it and rewrote it. I am not much better off than I was last week. I got *a little* more done, but shit be fucked. And you know what?

I don’t care.

I am too tired to care. My ass hurts, my hands are cold, and I didn’t know it until I look ed around too quickly, I’m dizzy.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

My bullshit generator is a beast, I tell you. A mother fucking BEAST! I added so many more pages of “oh this is the in depth reason why I did this” and “oh look, here’s a figure of a snippet of code so I can pad that “table of figure” section” to my report, it looks almost presentable.

Me and Word, it’s like a shitty relationship you just don’t care to leave. When it’s good, it’s AWESOME, when it sucks, you just wanna switch to notepad. Today? Me and Word be tight, yo. Word is my homie. I’m gonna friend him on MyFaceTweetBook.

I should go to sleep. But I can’t. I have to wrestle with Visio and make more charts. I don’t have the same relationship with Visio as I do with Word. This? This is like meeting a friend of a friend a couple of times, then having to unexpectedly stay overnight. 15 kinds of awkward.

A Quick One

Goons can be so very right sometimes:

“Grad school is like the leveling part of an MMORPG- Sure there are interesting projects and a touch of camaraderie (quests, dungeons) but you’re never going to get to max level (Ph.D.) without a long boring grind of tedious, repetitive, often unthinking, and seemingly never-ending tasks. To get through it you don’t ever stop, shunning breaks [poopsock joke here], and isolating yourself to the point even friends become a burden. Finally you get to end game (post doc) but you’re still on the bottom of the totem pole, in danger of being ganked (scooped) and getting paid shit (no dkp) until at last you’re a guild leader (full professor) and finally get to spend your time thinking about interesting problems (raid progression) and yelling at underlings.”

I look up from my keyboard because I hear th bedroom door open. It’s @aelerelean. He’s up. To go to work. Oh god, it’s 7:15am…and I’m. Still. Working. On. The. Report. I gave up on the coding around 5am. I work until he leaves, then get dressed, grab 2 more 5 hour energys and leave. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I get work work. I finish my report. It is surreal. My bullshit river has some serious flow when I’m sleep deprived. As I finish, I realize I have no idea how to submit it. He never said. I print out a copy and take my flash drive. I get to class. and I watch as 5 people show up, two of which put their hardcopy (SPIRAL BOUND) reports on the front table. I put my stapled copy up front. Class slowly fills up. No one has slept. No one. In the middle of lecture he asks “so, who’s not happy with their project?” Not like “Hey, let’s talk about the project” I mean “So here is the algorithm for this search. Now let me draw this node tree. Who isn’t happy with their project?”

Long story short (because I still haven’t slept and I’m hungry): He extended it another week. And even said “Hey if you guys had said something last week, I would have extended it.”

*cry*

And here’s a public apology to my partner. Her code didn’t work either. SHE didn’t want to hold ME up. 🙁

And I’m still awake. Why? Because I just fucked in the ass by another group project for class.

Note: DO NOT WAIT UNTIL THE DAY BEFORE THE GODDAMN PROJECT IS DUE TO TELL YOUR PARTNER “Oh, since we never properly split up the duties, maybe we should just do this individually.” ASSFUCKING AHOY!

Hey, I’ll take some of the blame. What in the FUCK made me think I could handle 3 classes with projects? But you know what? I AGONIZED over this fucking thing because I KNEW she had more time to work on it and I didn’t want to leave HER high and dry. She started working on the other part of the project, I continued with the first part thinking, “okay, I just need her code and run it and write my report.” HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. At 7:30pm I found out I was fucked good and proper.

NEVER THE FUCK AGAIN.

Goddamn I can’t wait to fucking graduate.

Oh, and I haven’t even STARTED on the OTHER one for a different class that’s due in HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA two weeks! Nor have I studied for the midterm that’s HAHAHAHAHOHMYFUCKINGODHAHAHAHAHAHA in a week and a half!

“Gee, Topenga, why do you need a Costco case of 5 hour energy? No one needs that much!” WHO’S LAUGHING NOW, DICKNIPPLES????

AND, she has my MOTHERFUCKING CODE. FUCK PISS ASS.

New Semester Roundup

Tuesday
Class name: Formal Methods of Software Engineering
Group work: NONE
Class vibe: Fucking. Sweet.
Cost of books: less than $80 used, older editions

Wednesday
Class name: Databases
Group work: minor
Class vibe: pretty goddamn sweet!
Cost of books: As little as $2. Older editions encouraged.

Monday (haven’t been yet)
Class name: Artificial Intelligence
Group work: I dunno yet I fear there will be much,
Class vibe: I have been warned about it many times. I have no choice but to take it. It’s required.
Cost of book: $116 used. Edition? The one that came out 2 months ago. I am crying. $175 I spent on books, $120 of that (plus shipping) was on one book. And there are no international editions. Goddamn I forgot what that felt like.

Sue Over Lack Of Parking

You may have seen my tweet about wondering if one can sue a university for shitty ass parking. You might think “ha ha ha, everyone’s campus is shitty! What can you do?” I don;t think you quite understand just how bad it is. During the winter break, it would have been an amusing idea. After going back for two days, I am almost dead fucking serious. The place where I take my classes is a satellite campus that shares a building with 2 other higher education institutions. Okay, fuck being all sly and anonymous. It’s Texas State University at the Round Rock Higher Education Center. In one building is Texas State, Austin Community College, and Temple College at Taylor. Neat, right? Get your learn on 3 different ways when it’s (somewhat) convenient for you? A few brush up classes, associate’s, bachelor’s, master’s degrees? One somewhat central location? Fucking sweet, right?

Fucking sucks hairy pig balls.

1,737 (highest enrollment ever, up 14.1% since fall ’08) students, waaaaayyy less than that amount of parking spaces. Now, I don’t expect one spot per student, Christ no. What I do expect is to not be late for class every day because you’re having to stalk pedestrians for their spots.

Q: Why don’t you just quit being a baby and park far out and just ride a bus in?
A: There is no bus. There is no remote parking. Here’s a map. You see all that purple? That’s where students can park. Looks like a lot, doesn’t it. You would be wrong. The wrongiest wrong person who has ever been wrong. If you look closely, there are lines in that purple to show parking spots. I believe that they are true to form. As in, you see a section of 4 spots, there’s really four spots there. So those 3 lonely green spots? There really are two car sized parking spots for motorcycles. That’s it. Those poor bastards.

Q: So just park in those far out spots at the top of the map or way to the right. You need to be right up close to the building! What a lazy skag.
A: Every single purple spot was full. Every single spot. Every one. The only thing to do is circle until someone leaves. The problem is that THERE ARE NO MORE SPOTS. There is no other lot and there are no side streets. The next closest place is a hospital who will tow your ass so goddamn fast it’s amazing.

Q: It’s the start of the semester, it’ll get better with time.
A: Parking was almost this bad at the beginning of last semester. It barely got better. Barely. It’s much worse now. It will not be better. I promise you. Look at the map. You see that huge arc of street? See how it divides the parking lot? Over on the left, people are parking on that stretch of lot. To give them credit, the campus police only gave tickets to people without permits. As I was parking last night (I got so fucking lucky that I may have permanently lost any chance of getting any kind of parking spot ever) There were officers directing traffic. Directing. Traffic. This was some Black Friday/Tax Free Weekend At The Outlet Mall shit. This is wrong.

In the distance, you can see two more buildings going up. These I have now learned are the new ACC Round Rock buildings. And all I can say is THANK FUCK. These buildings are far enough out that they will have their own lots. But my GOD. It’s like they never planned for people to actually come to this campus. The nursing school will also be on this campus. It doesn’t look like it’s started yet, but you can only imagine how many more students that will bring.

In short, this is an epic clusterfuck.

Today’s Reason Why Agile Sucks

I have spent the last two weeks wrestling with this mostly broken piece of software. Once I get it finally working with the 15 steps I need to do to get it going…the process changes. And not by a little. By a whole fucking lot. By the time I get the last build going (last night’s build), by fucking NOON it’s different. I have spent every morning asking “why does this part not work?” and getting “oh, pick up the new build and do all this shit that I never documented and no one in their right mind would think to do to get it working.” from the developers. It’s not really their fault. Not totally. But this severe lack of documentation sucks. Isn’t this why we have a Wiki for the project? <insert loud peals of laughter> I cannot read your goddamn mind. Tell me how I’m supposed to get this shit working so I can stay productive which is the whole goddamn point of Agile.

And before you say it, no, we’re not doing Agile right. Not yet. They’re still learning. It takes time. They still think it’s perfectly reasonable to drop code for testing MINUTES before an iteration review. We had 6 carry over stories from the last iteration. SIX. Fixe of which were not marked complete until this past Tuesday. This, is a bad thing. Some carryover? Sure. A big horking chunk of your stories? Bad. Still earning. Yeah yeah. In the meantime, I’m losing my goddamn mind.

Finals Week

It’s just been a shitty finals week all around, it seems. I still have a project due and my tale of last night’s woe is NOTHING, NOTHING I say, compared to what my sister went through. I present to you:  Statistics Clusterfuck: A Holiday Story by @Dezdimona16 and illustrated by @Dezdimona16*

I would just like to say for the record I regret absolutely nothing! My only crime was asking for something simple of someone who is incapable of doing anything simple.

It started Monday, Monday I had to take a test for Trig because my trig teacher squeezed in another test before the final that I had no choice but to take on Monday, The test took me 4 hours to finish so I was late and hour late to Statistics. Which was okay I had expected this and had asked Jordann to get me a review. It was a standard review nothing I had not seen from tests past, he was to put the answers on blackboard no big deal in fact it looked quite easy.

Night turns to day, leaves fall, another child is born, ma puts up the Christmas lights and Tuesday rolls around and I notice “oh hey Bob hasn’t sent the review yet no big deal perhaps he’s grading today surely after i take my much needed 5 hour nap to make up for the three days of sleep I’ve missed it’ll be up” 6pm rolls around and still no answers, I am dismayed and a little worries”perhaps Bob simply forgot, no worries I shall remind him through email” 1AM PASSES and both me and my comrade Jordan are FUCKING FILLED WITH RAGE! There are no answers we don’t know how to do the review because BOB can’t teach for shit! 1am I could have been done, I could have looked over the review clarified a few things myself, gotten my cheat sheet and been done! And godammit email is not a new invention if you say contact me in emails than mother fucker needs to check his email.

Monday morning comes and there is still no damn answers so I’m pissed, I wake up pissed (in part to the fact that clay decided to mass text plans for next fucking week at 730, the phone wouldn’t stop ringing and the damn fax machine kept blinking) I shower pissed off, I drive pissed  off and the classical music in my car is just painting a picture of my vengeance as I barrel down the road! The only thing that would have completed my rage is if the radio had been playing Night on Bald Mountain (You know the song in fantasia where Satan emerges! ). I make my way across campus my black sweater flapping in the wind making me look like some evil deity which was more than appropriate considering the ungodly violent thoughts going through my head. I get to class and there is Bob and instead of acting on my violent thoughts in a very unhappy tone I ask him “What the fuck and how are we going to fix it”. No shit, he sent the review to the wrong classWhat. The. Fuck. I am being taught by the absent minded professor and instead all the child like charm I get unreliable retarded puppy. He goes off to make copies of the answers figuring there will be more angry students. After some time passes everyone has a copy of the review we are all trying to figure out things we convince him to make it open book. This is where i made a mistake. I was the one who asked, could we make it open note and book and instead of just going yes and leave us he remembers he has to literally walk us through a problem because he forgot to teach it.THIS IS A FINAL WHAT THE HELL!

The final descended into madness, it was like a lecture/final. in which no one knew what the hell was going on, I just sat there and did my test as he repeated a problem 5 times! I have never seen anything like it. A girl actually got up and walked out(probably to go report him!) it was just fucking ridiculous. I have never seen something dissolve into madness so quickly! After the test (which by the way was like 6 questions long) I literally ran away from the class! I ran and did not look back. And when I made it to the bridge I dropped so many F bombs people down the street could hear me! I don’t know what just happened to me; I am neither upset about the test or happy. I am in a Buddha state, it just happened and it just is! Maybe it’s post traumatic stress but I’m content on pretending this day never happened, this class never happened and right now I need to study for a real final.

Jesus. Fuck.

*There are no illustrations

For the men…

I’m about to tell you something that you probably don’t want to know and something that hot, sexy women REALLY don’t want you to know. Because it is a source of shame for some, “meh” for others. Are you ready? No, no. Don’t click away to another page. It’s not *that* bad. It’s just a little disturbing. Okay. Here we go:

Women have hair all over their bodies.

Yeah, see. it wasn’t so bad. Here’s where the scarring begins: women have hair on their faces. Not just the babyfine hairs on our cheeks and faces. I mean whiskers. Yes. Whiskers. Like you guys get. As women get older (and some get them early), we grow thick, bothersome hairs on our chinny chin chins. Somewhere deep in your psyche you know this. Why? Because you’ve had to give grandma a kiss and you saw that hair up close and personal. But you were a kid and blocked it out perhaps. Surely only grandmas get those. Oh NO NO NO. Vibrant young women gets these goddamn things. Shit, some women have a beard that must be shaved, for fucks sake. And let me tell you, there’s nothing like rubbing your face and feeling a rough, wiry hair or two on your otherwise baby’s-butt soft, womanly face. That growing sense of “Oh shit! Can anyone see this MONSTROUS TENTACLE-LIKE thing just WAVING to any and all who DARE look in my direction? Why did no one tell me this HORRIBLE ABOMINATION was just sitting there, LURKING there, ready to reach out and strangle someone?” Then comes the constant rubbing of it because you JUST CAN’T LEAVE IT ALONE because you have no tweezers with which to pluck this unsightly blemish on your visage. Perhaps you eventually run to the ladies room to get a close up on this interloper and you begin to pluck at it with your fingernails. You pluck and pull, never yanking because that just causes the hair to snap. Oh no, you want to pull this fucker out and get the root too. Finally, FINALLY you get it and look down to scream your triumph over this thing which must surely be 3–nay 4–4 inches long to find…it’s maybe a quarter inch long in its fondest hairy dreams. And no one had any idea until you walk out of the ladies room and people ask “why is your chin so red?”

*sigh*

So there you go, guys. Chicks have hair. And those tweezers ain’t just for eyebrows*.

*I have never in my life plucked my eyebrows and have never needed to. Suck it, you hot, skinny bitches!

And This Is Why I Won’t Ever Graduate

I got an email from The School a couple of days ago saying “Hey, the spring class offering is up and registration starts 10/19!” Well, ain’t that peachy. I haven’t finished paying for *this* semester yet. So I make with the clicky and check out the schedule. You know that class I bitched about that I need, that they refuse to teach in Round Rock, that they sent a survey about the week AFTER the semester ended in the spring about offering it at Round Rock? Yeah. Not being taught in Round Rock. To borrow from a forum meme: fuck this gay earth.

I am really, really sick of this shit. Why don’t I just quit? I’m a little over half way done. I’ve put far more money into this than I want to talk about (let’s just say an average of $2000 per semester)., and goddammit, I’m going to finish what I start! Ignore the piles of unpainted and half painted mini’s on @aelerelean’s shelf. And the only-glanced-at thank you cards I was going to make. And the barely looked at parts for the bass pedal mod for Rock Band.

I digress.

So, like I said, I made with the clicky and checked out the schedule, came to terms with the fact that I will start off the semester angr, and thought “well, as long as I’m gonna wanna kill people anyway, I might as well take three classes in the spring.” I check the schedule. There’s nothing in Round Rock I can take outside of what I’d already picked. And there’s nothing in San Marcos outside of hell-class I can take either. No really. I even made a list of what’s available and why I can/can’t/won’t take it:

Internship: not applicable, I have a job.
*Adv Operating Systems: 5pm in san marcos 2x a week. Can’t leave work that early.
Networks: taking now
Design of programming languages: took it
Adv Human Factors: 5pm in san marcos 2x a week. Can’t leave work that early.
Algorithm Design: took it
Crafting Compilers: don’t wanna, really hard, but I might, I’m so conflicted
Database Theory: Spring 2010
*Advanced Internet Info Processing (perl, cgi, etc): need 5332, same time/day as 5332
Adv Artificial Intelligence: Spring 2010 (hell class)
**Digital Forensics: conflict
Web Services Engineering: conflict, not interested
Programming Practicum: not needed, took it
Adv Data Mining: boring as fuck
Neural Networks: no interest at all
Adv Computer Graphics: will never take another class with this man ever again. ever.
GUI: took it
Survey of Software Engineering: took it
***Formal Methods of Software Engineering: not particularly interested
Software Engineering Practicum: not doing the SE track, don’t need it. In fact, I already have a job in my field. I should get credit for this course. I “practicum” SE every day. and fuck that guy, too (different guy from GUI)
Independent Study: erm. No. not applicable.
Thesis A/B: not doing a Thesis. so, not applicable

Notes:
* – GOD I WANT TO TAKE THIS!!!!
** – Eh, that sounds moderately interesting
*** – I could possibly be persuaded if there’s really nothing else

So, there you are. That’s my school career in a nutshell. And I pay for this. Willingly. Out of my own pocket. No scholarships, no work reimbursement, no sweet sweet blackmail money. I’d say “FML” but in the grand scheme of things, it’s nowhere near that bad.