This one guy George Bernard Shaw said that the power of accurate observation is often called cynicism. I really don't know what George did in his life and I'm sure I could wiki him and find out but that's not the point right now. I really feel like this quote applies to my life. I am so sarcastic and I just especially realized it today.
It was not a good day. It might have had something to do with being woken up by the printer at three o'clock in the morning. (Insert snide remark #1 for the day). Or it could have something to do with my spanish class.
My first and only class on Thursdays is Spanish. I love learning Spanish. However, my professor not so much. Here's an example of the type of teacher he is. Last week we had a test on Chapter 7. We had to stay till everyone finished so that we could continue learning....about stuff from chapter 7. So I don't look forward to these classes anymore. There were a lot of sarcastic remarks in this hour and a half because he does not teach us and he says things that he thinks are funny and they're not. And I know funny. (Name that movie anybody?) I'm pretty thankful that the girl I sit next to didn't get annoyed with my smart remarks.
Anyway, the rest of the day was filled with me being smart to people when they said ridiculous things. I don't know why I was more aware of myself being sarcastic today, but I definitely felt myself have a cynical tone to everything that I said.
However, I like being sarcastic. It gets out my frustrations in a subtle way. But I know I should work on this. Blah Blah Blah. Change my heart and put myself in their shoes or something like that.
And there I go still being sarcastic. perfect.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Just put a fail next to my name
Softball players should not wear white uniforms. Unless they want to wash their stains out themselves. (Just to let you know I'm about to complain so if you don't want to hear me complain because you are having a great day then stop reading and go read another person's blog who had a better last hour than I did.)
Last year I just used spray and wash. Word to the wise: stick with what you know. This year my boss introduced me to spectac. Its this really expensive stuff and you let the uniforms soak in it mixed with water. So I do that to the uniforms and while I'm letting it soak I'm washing the black set and the red set. Well the black set is ready to be put into the dryer. The dryer doesn't start. I am freaking out. Pressing start. Pressing stop. Opening closing the door. It eventually starts. Okay freak out number one over and done with.
Fast forward a half hour and black set is ready to come out, red set is ready to be put into dryer and white set is ready to come out of soaking. Bad news. The water the white set was soaking in has a pink tint to it. Our school colors are brick red and black. On the white uniforms there is red lettering. Okay. I tell myself that its not the end of the world. Maybe the color did not spread to the actual fabric of pants.
I take the black set out and start laying out the pants and hanging up the shirts. Then I put the red set in the dryer and start looking at the white set. Okay the first few jerseys look fine. Maybe I'm good. I start pulling out pants. Yep, parts of them are red.
Perfect.
I really don't know what to do. I looked up online how to remove coloring washed into clothes and it requires resources that are not at my disposal. I'm washing them regularly as I write this and I am going to assess the damage as soon as the cycle is done.
Just put a big fail on my forehead. Oh and get this. So I'm dumping out the water and this requires me to step outside. All of sudden a measly wind comes and blows the door shut. I don't have my keys. Luckily, the team entrance is open since girls basketball had practice today it just requires me to walk around the building a bit.
Now I wait for the white set to be done washing. Maybe if I close my eyes and wish it away then this will not have happened. Luckily, I do not want to be a professional washer when I am older.
Last year I just used spray and wash. Word to the wise: stick with what you know. This year my boss introduced me to spectac. Its this really expensive stuff and you let the uniforms soak in it mixed with water. So I do that to the uniforms and while I'm letting it soak I'm washing the black set and the red set. Well the black set is ready to be put into the dryer. The dryer doesn't start. I am freaking out. Pressing start. Pressing stop. Opening closing the door. It eventually starts. Okay freak out number one over and done with.
Fast forward a half hour and black set is ready to come out, red set is ready to be put into dryer and white set is ready to come out of soaking. Bad news. The water the white set was soaking in has a pink tint to it. Our school colors are brick red and black. On the white uniforms there is red lettering. Okay. I tell myself that its not the end of the world. Maybe the color did not spread to the actual fabric of pants.
I take the black set out and start laying out the pants and hanging up the shirts. Then I put the red set in the dryer and start looking at the white set. Okay the first few jerseys look fine. Maybe I'm good. I start pulling out pants. Yep, parts of them are red.
Perfect.
I really don't know what to do. I looked up online how to remove coloring washed into clothes and it requires resources that are not at my disposal. I'm washing them regularly as I write this and I am going to assess the damage as soon as the cycle is done.
Just put a big fail on my forehead. Oh and get this. So I'm dumping out the water and this requires me to step outside. All of sudden a measly wind comes and blows the door shut. I don't have my keys. Luckily, the team entrance is open since girls basketball had practice today it just requires me to walk around the building a bit.
Now I wait for the white set to be done washing. Maybe if I close my eyes and wish it away then this will not have happened. Luckily, I do not want to be a professional washer when I am older.
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