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I haven't started school again yet, so I'm still waiting on the hot girl/not-hot girl breakdown of my classes (I can only hope...).
Also, I hadn't noticed until complich8 said it, but there always did seem to be more girls than guys in my psychology classes. Hmm :confused:.
The girls need the therapy.
Some of my friends have the same theory. Women are crazy, which is why so many of them are taking psych classes: to try to figure out wtf's wrong with them :p.Quote:
Originally Posted by Board of Command
When I took Abnormal, it was 80% women. Psych of Women was 85%. Social Psych usually runs about 60%. Developmental? Let's just say that one's definitely a great place to meet women :p
Cognitive, Learning Theory, Evolutionary psych ... 40-50%. Better ratios than engineering, but not so that much better. Even for women in scientific fields (albeit scientific fields in the college of liberal arts), it seems like the harder (as in less arguable) the science involved is, the fewer women pursue it.
Shame, too. Women in science automatically get +2 hawt points, but not if it's humanities-type sciences. Anthropologists need not apply for auto-hotness.
Xan, you shouldn't have anything to worry about. Linguistics classes are very much female dominated. In my linguistics classes I was lucky if there were two or three guys in the whole class. Plus, I learned early on that talking to guys in Humanities isn't half as easy as talking to engineering guys. All my regular topics of video games, anime, and the latest episode of Mythbusters failed me. These guys talked instead about literature and history and philosophy, and not even my collection of math jokes could save me. They also had a certain arrogance about them that comes from the partial celebrity status granted by being a male in a mostly female class. I'm not about to deal with that. I'll take the poor misunderstood engineering boys over those elitist Humanities snobs any day. (See how my post cleverly morphed into a rant!)
I never even thought to bitch about women in Engineering, thanks for reminding me KitKat.
At my school the femal population is essentially the bacteria that feeds on the wood at the bottom of the barrel, and our best bet is that choice multicellular organism that feeds on the other bacteria instead. Of course almost no multi-cellular organism would ever major in Electrical and Computer Engineering there, unless that organism is a invasive strain from over seas. With a 60/40 M/F ratio and 50% of our students coming from outside the US, mainly Asian, Indian, or Arabs, the pickings are slim enough as it is. (I have nothing against the forigners, but i'm usually not into people who don't understand any of my cultural referances, as I don't understand any of theirs ). And then there's the engineering aspect...with nothing but hardworking international girls who chatter constantly in languages I don't speak surrounding me in the cluster I don't percieve many opportunites to strike up conversation. In addition of the three girls in my ECE class of ~100 (about 25 girls at last count) I would only ever consider speaking to maybe 8. Luckily for me, the moderatly attractive are fully aware that they're the best most introverted engineers can do, making them wholly unapproachable.
Fortunately I'm finally branching out a little this year by taking abnormal and social psych, hopefully at least one of those multi-celled girls will be present in one of those classes.
$1500 for maintanence on my car :mad:
Wow that's quite a lot. How did it amount to so much?Quote:
Originally Posted by AssertnFailure
Well, it is 7 years old.
That's not that old..... I recently just went for my first servicing, and luckily it was that expensive. What kills are the road taxes, carpark fees, insurance, road entry taxes, etc etc :(
Your post kept me reassured until I walked into my Computational Linguistics class today. Major sausage fest. Five girls in a class of 25. Crap.Quote:
Originally Posted by KitKat
It is "Computational" Linguistics though, so while it'll probably be a lot of fun and very interesting, it doesn't seem like the type of class a lot of girls would take. A rather depressing tradeoff...
the israel brench of Coca-Cola is trying to push a taxation reform that will raise the prices of beer to abnormal level hights. That's not nice.
also, my commanders are all idiots, we did nothing for about five hours in thursday before they realized we can go home. more than that, we've spent a week cleanning the new base that we'll be leaving in two weeks. And, I was planned to have a two weeks course in November, but now they plan to make it only a test day, and that we'll study on our own to it, so there goes my chance to do a daily service for fuckin' two weeks.
Suprisingly, the thought of doing a volunterlly "boycott" (spelling) on coca cola hasn't even passed my mind.
Right I think this is my first ever bitching post but I need to air this crap.
Basically I have just started this new (and my first grad) job with one of the "Big 4" accountacy (or professional services as they like to think of themselves) firms. My friends around me are all chuffed for me as it is prestigous firm to work for and tell me that I am now 'sorted'. Thing is though I have just found out that despite being based in the London office I am being sent right to the other side of the country to Scotland to work on a project for a few weeks. Now granted that I knew that there might be some travelling involved with the job, but being sent out on your first assignment halfway across the country is taking the piss. I don't even know if I want to work in this area of the service line I have joined, as my interest is in another area.
Now I'm a guy who doesn't like travelling. I don't like the idea of being away from my home, my room and my comfy bed. Not only that, my social life is going to get disrupted as I will be away from my mates in a city I don't know anything about.
Some people may like the lifestyle. In trying to smother my concerns, I'm being told that I get but up in a swanky hotel and travel business class and shit, all paid for by the firm. It feels so ridiculous that to earn a decent living you have to sell your ass to the firm and they get to send you anywhere they want, all in exchange for money in your bank that you might not even get time to spend.
Ladies and gentlemen, work sucks.
mage, one more racist comment and you're out for a month. seriously, you've had so many chances.Quote:
Originally Posted by Death BOO Z
I hate my dad. You give him something either he will brake it or lose it.
He has something against my birds. He puts them all day outside in the backyard saying that they need fresh air or they are making to much noise which they dont. Today, before my mom goes to work, she told him to watch for the birds (they were outside because he putted them) so that none of the neighbor cats come and eat them. He is yeah yeah ill watch them, nothing wont happen to them. He goes downstairs to go on the computer. He comes back up because my brother who just came back from school is calling him in the backyard and my brother tells him that 3 of the 4 birds ran off. Thanks to my brother good eyes, he found one the little kids on the tree branches in our backyard. And now we have 2/4 of the birds. We have the dad and the baby female.
I come back from school, I see my mom in the car what is she doing there and she tells me the story. I couldnt believe it. My beloved birds that I love so much are gone!!!!! I spent my whole time to look for them going from neighbor to neighbors house and backyard looking for them, I cant find the mom or the little mommas boy.
I would have never tought they would have ran us. If my dad didnt constantly put them outside or if he did watched them, they would have been here. Now, outside is cold (around 10C) and im sure they are freezing and dying or getting eaten by one of my neighbor cats. They could have still been at home and alive if my dad was taking care of them.
WHY THE FUCK DID HE HAVE TO PUT THEM OUTSIDE?!?!?!?!??!
I spent my whole time caring for them and now they are gone. Losing them was like losing my grandfather. I love them as I loved a human being.
Funny thing is that i lost some one precious few years after september 11. -_-
I went to bed at 10 pm last night. I woke up at 1:00 am, and couldn't get back to sleep. This, despite the fact that I only got 3 and a half hours of sleep last night.
Come 7 or 8 am, I'll be able to sleep like a stone until my alarm goes off.
I'm sorry to hear about your birds Malthalis. I've lost a few pets that were very human to me.
I've got a damn rash that's driving me crazy. I can't figure out why I have this terrible rash spreading over my whole body. I haven't been running through the woods; I don't think I'm allergic to anything. This skin irritation is very irritating. Despite using all the willpower I have to not scratch, it spread everywhere.
For some reason, probably related to me not being made of fail like some people, it came down to me to fix the washing machine.
The original excuse was that I was thin enough to fit down the side, but for fuck's sake, the washing machine can be moved to make more room, just as it can be moved to make less room (mor on that later).
So, I'm pretty much used to having to do all the hard work whenever anything goes wrong, and honestly, I think I'm the only person in the house who stands even a remote chance of success. So, I get down to work, looking for the mythical transit bolts, which it turns out look nothing like the ones shown in the manual (and I've never actually had to install a washing machine before, so I don't know what they're supposed to look like).
Some time and confusion later, I make the decision that the bolts I'm looking at are in fact the transit bolts that need removing, and so I set to work, while everyone else goes on doing whatever they're doing (which is certainly not huddled in a spider-infested alcove trying to undo stubbourn bolts with tools that are in no way adequate for the job).
I make a large amount of success with the first bolt, although I come to a point where I could do with another hand, and a little extra light, neither of which are liekly to happen any time soon. I keep trying, but to no avail, and eventually decide that I've done enough, and fuck anyone who doesn't agree.
This is when I find that, in my efforts to get a better angle to undo the bolt, I've blocked my only means of exit from this arachnid pit. And no one's in earshot to come and help me out. Thus, I am forced to wrestle my own way out.
I wrote this note to my housemates, apprising them of the situation:
http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/5885/postitnj3.jpg
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A recent batch of windows updates just forcibly rebooted my computer last night. When it came back up, it refused remote desktop connections.
On physically trying to log in, it would load, but very very slowly. Explorer shell would start after about 3 minutes, but many normal explorer functions were nonresponsive (ie: couldn't drag-and-drop or copy-paste, couldn't access the start menu).
So, I backed up everything that I'd have a tough time replacing/regenerating, and formatted the bastard. Unfortunately,the process meant that I only got 3 hours of sleep (for the fourth time this week), and only got 4 of 5 homework problems done. I figured out how to do the fifth one on the walk to class, but didn't have time to write it down, because I was on my way to turn it in at the time (it was a fairly complex solution, would have taken 20-30 minutes to write down).
Now I'm sitting here at work, whoring the timeclock, exhausted and burned out, and I've got another equally-difficult homework assignment to deal with in the immediate future. I just want to sleep, dammit.
God Damn it!
For the third time in as many days I read the word "tweens". If I could, I'd shoot everyone who said or wrote that word. Right in the fuckin' face.
"Tweens" isn't a god damn word. They're called kids you motherfuckers. KIDS! I'd even accept the word "pre-teens" because I've read that word in many developmental psychology books. "Tweens" is just a bullshit marketing word that some asshole made up three years ago to discribe a supposedly new demographic. He thought to himself, "Hey! No one's ever thought of marketing something for nine to twelve-year-olds! I'll make up a catchy name for that shit!"
These fucking marketing morons apparently never heard of Nerf footballs, Super Soakers, or Power Rangers. Untill 2003 "tweens" never existed. I swear to god I hate hearing that shitty word more than any other corporate-speak.
Tween 20 is a good laboratory chemical... Well, that's the only meaning of the word tween for me, so I guess I'll join your club.