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I live for this show on Sundays cause I haven't found anything else to follow yet. Other than that, not much has been going on. I'd rehash it here, but by the time you've read it, I probably told you about it already. Things like the tutoring orientation where they asked me what I would say if someone asked me for my number.
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| I have had to restart a game 3 times on average just to get an outcome that I find favourable, or at least reasonable. To me, of course.
I am starting to get really sick and tired of Baseball Mogul.
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| At first it seemed nice and all cause it was pretty much like my hometown, but the flaws of this city (and its university) became increasingly glaringly obvious. Allow me to rant about the following:
1. The transit system.
How the hell are there only two ticket offices in the entire city for 350,000 people? HOW? For those of you keeping score at home, that's 1 ticket office for 175,000 people. It almost sounds like a per capita rate for the number of patients per doctor in freakin' sub-Saharan Africa. Even if you add the third ticket office within the university itself, that's still a whopping 1 ticket office for every 116,667 people.
Another peeve I have about the city's transit system involves monthly passes. In order to qualify for the university's annual pass, you have to be on the system as a full-time student. Fair enough. I myself am a part-time student by default, so I had to get the registrar to change it. No biggie, I'll just get a regular-priced monthly pass for the time being. Sounds simple, right? Turns out you actually need an adult photo ID just to buy an adult monthly pass. Not only is it regular price, I have to actually go get ANOTHER ID just to buy it for one measly month before I get the annual pass? I have never heard such bullshit in my life. No effing wonder no one takes the transit here; it's flat-out retarded.
2. The university and credit cards.
How the hell does a university, an institution that moves thousands of dollars on a regular basis, NOT ACCEPT CREDIT CARDS? If you're a small business, and can't afford the fees to accept credit cards, then that's reasonable. But this is a university. An institution funded by the public. And it can't accept an effing credit card.
3. The douche factor at the university I am at.
If you hadn't heard me rant about this topic before, Western is basically the same as McGill. Both are known for their partying atmosphere, and the people are just as blonde, ditzy, and douchey. The differences are that no one speaks French here, and that unlike Ontarian douches, Quebec douches can be funny people on occasion. Ontarian douches are just that. Douches. They have no redeeming qualities.
4. The dearth of non-forumlaic Asians.
Speaking of no redeeming qualities....
Asians follow a pretty set mould here. The girls are ditzy, bubbly (a negative quality, mind you) and superficial. Occasionally, they're a bit street-brainless, as evidenced by one of my housemates, who couldn't even deal with a Rogers Internet installer. I left the "waiting for the Rogers guy to arrive" to her, because I wanted to get to campus as soon as I could to deal with paperwork. Immediately after I got changed, the Rogers guy came, and from the nature of the conversation, I could immediately tell that I'd have to field the questions, because quite clearly, she had no idea what the guy was talking about.
The Asian guys.....talk about girls, and for the most part, pretend that they're gangsta/"the shit". Again, this is pretty much in line with how 99% of Asians were at McGill, which is why most of the people I knew at McGill were non-Asian. Trivia club? Mostly non-Asian. People I met from classes? Mostly non-Asian. Thank goodness for that.
Anyway, this leads to my rant-worthy encounter with housemates of a friend of mine, but first, allow me to give you some context. These two housemates were already apprehensive about meeting me in general, and were probably not looking forward to getting to know who I was at all. So, we all go to this one place with 39 cent wings, and I'm just sitting there, and I'm thinking, wow, this is awkward. I'm sitting with these two people, who already don't like me, and somehow the onus is on me to force myself to change any preconception they had of who I was as a person. The chances of them thinking I'm awesome after talking to them were slim to none, and even lower if you consider that I would have to perform a miracle in order to accomplish that in a mere 1-2 hours. It was a no-win situation.
Then I thought to myself, I'll probably gather more information about them if they talk to each other. The theory of this is that people who know already know each other are more comfortable talking about pretty much anything, which then reveals more elements of their personality than if they were to introduce themselves to someone new. When you meet a new person, most people sugarcoat themselves and try to give off a good first impression to get on the other person's good side. From many of your experiences, it should be obvious by now that this tells you nothing about how the person really is, so that's why I let them banter with each other.
What did I gather about these people? Put nicely, I told them that they were easily amused by trivial things. Frankly, though, these people were basically like every other Asian girl I have met at a university. They were giggly and bubbly, laughed at one too many things, and on occasion, pretty damn clueless and ignorant. I pride myself as a sports type of person, so while they were talking to themselves, I was watching the Gael Monfils-Rafael Nadal match on the bar's TV. It was a pretty intense match going on, cause no matter how hard each player tried to put the other away with forehand finishers and drop shots, the other would have enough athleticism to run cross-court and continue the rally. I was enjoying watching it until I heard one of them say, "HAHAH I THOUGHT HE WAS SERENA WILLIAMS." I'm sorry, unless you were blind and couldn't see "Nadal" - as in Rafael Nadal, number 3 ranked player in the effing world - on the screen, how fucking ignorant must you be? And what else did they get a kick out of from the match? An meaningless interview with Michael Phelps, and commenting on his new hideous mustache. Better to remain a silent fool than to open one's mouth and remove all doubt. I knew that if I were to talk about anything related to that game, I would get that signature Asian-girl clueless expression telling me that I shouldn't even have tried to discuss anything more in-depth than the muscles on Michael Phelps' body. Maybe you're wondering, "Why didn't you just join in on the conversation? It's not hard! Lighten up a little and have some fun!" I'm sorry, are you really suggesting that I should partake in their insanity? Yes, let me abandon something I truly like talking about in favour of becoming as clueless as the morons whose conversations I had to endure.
To make matters worse, if I were to date the opposite sex in the future, it would pretty much have to be someone who's Asian. It's a parental thing. But going by the behaviour of Asian girls nowadays, I truly, truly fear for our race. I would rather have non-Asian friends around and be single than to hook up with a clueless Asian girl and wonder why I put myself through this type of intellectual torture.
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| Today: 5-6, 2B, 3B, HR, 2 RBI, 3 R (3-3, 3B, 2R ; 2-3, 2B, HR, 2 RBI)
Fielding: 5 PO, 1A, 1E (missed catch, double play, step on first; pop fly, barehand catch from SS, catch from SS)
AB - 21
H - 15
R - 6
2B - 1
3B - 1 HR - 1
RBI - 4
SF - 1
Avg - 0.714
SLG - 1.000
OPS - 1.714 Fielding totals to date
21 TC
14 PO 1 A
6 E
.714 FPct | | |
| Today: 2-3
Fielding: 2 PO, 1E (unassisted putout, throw from Jeremy who tried to outrun the runner, missed catch from throw)
AB - 15
H - 10
R - 3
2B - 0
3B - 0
RBI - 2
SF - 1
Avg - 0.667
SLG - 0.667
OPS - 1.334 Fielding totals to date
14 TC
9 PO
5 E
.643 FPct | | |
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