Broken

Men are fucked. Surprisingly, I've only recently come to realize this.

I've watched more movies than I can count that are predicated on the fact that some girl is playing games with her male companion's head. I hate those movies. Whether it be consciously or unintentionally, I always figured that a good girlfriend, wife, etc. would consciously make an effort to be not crazy (i.e. none of the "I don't want to tell you what I mean, you should know" bullshit). She would exhibit none of the scheming, conniving, spying and she certainly would not expect the man to read her mind. A woman should be straightforward, tell the man what she wants, and only after he's aware of her expectations and still doesn't meet them—only then can she be upset.

As I'm sure the men who are reading this realized years ago, it doesn't really work like that. You can wish it to be so, but it's probably not going to happen. The sad part is, I only realized this two days ago.

So I met this guy who I thought was cute. It was a rather normal day other than that: class, homework, tv, bed. Woke up the next day and went about my usual business. Do you know how sometimes you'll be doing something like homework and in the middle of a thought you'll just have a flash of something cross your mind? For example, Ax = [insert picture of chocolate ice cream] b. Now, some of them you can ignore, like this chocolate ice cream one. But some of them shock you to the core and you have to stop what you're doing to think about it. That's what happened two days ago. I was walking back from class thinking about what I learned and a picture of me and the guy I just met picking out a place for our wedding went through my head. See, you think that's the strange part. No. The strange part was that when it shocked me and I stopped to think about it, my immediate thought was how that made perfect sense in the storyline: I could picture everything that had happened up to that point and everything that was going to happen after. But only for a split second. Then I thought, Wait, when did I come up with this??? No matter how sane you try to be, there's this crazy part of you that plans out your entire future with someone without you even knowing it. It's sick. It's wrong. It happens anyway.

Obviously, I would never hold anyone to these crazy, subconscious, girl expectations. But they still exist. And that is why you men don't stand a chance. I apologize and thank you for putting up with us anyway.

Time To Pretend

So, I've already broken all of my resolutions. That's right, all of them. Some worse than others, of course, but all of them nonetheless.

My classes this semester are: Senior Seminar in Russian, Econometrics, Probability, and Linear Algebra.

Senior Seminar in Russian
Topic: The Culture of the Provinces. This isn't going to be that great. Not because of the topic, but because over half of the people in my class are native speakers, so there's no competing with them. Plus, I'm going to have to write two essays and a term paper. Blech. I don't like writing papers in English, let alone Russian.

Econometrics
Econometrics is basically the study of economics using statistical methods. It's with my crappy professor from last semester. He can't teach, so hopefully my GSI will be helpful, but I haven't met her yet. I guess as long as I can get the same grade I got last semester, I'll be satisfied.

Probability
This is basically the same class I took with my Econometrics professor last semester, so I'm hoping it'll be easy. Really easy. Really, really easy.

Linear Algebra
So, this is kind of the class I'm taking just so I can take a harder class over the summer that has this class as a prerequisite. Uh, yeah, I guess I am that crazy. However, I feel my karma is working. I take an extra math class, and I get a little something in return. What could that possibly be, you ask? My professor kind of looks like Paul Rudd. You know, if Paul Rudd were to play a mathematics professor, and keep that crazy beard he has going on in this picture. My professor has a pretty good sense of humor, and their voices are even eerily similar. They could be, like, brothers or something. Okay, maybe only I see it, but that's all that really matters; at least I'll have something distract me from the pain of mathematics for the semester. In this class, anyway...

It would be really nice if I were writing about my last semester. *Sigh.* Oh, well. Getting a minor in mathematics will be worth taking summer classes in the long run. ...Or at least it better be!

I Bet It Stung

And I thought my parents had a messy divorce...

Apparently, Dr. Richard Batista is asking for his kidney back—the kidney that he gave to his wife 4 years before she filed for divorce. Either the kidney or $1.5 million.

I understand that you might regret some things after your spouse leaves you, but seriously? You want your kidney back?

He even says in the article:

"My first priority was to save her life. The second bonus was to turn the marriage around."

Okay, so you even admit that your main reason was not to save your marriage. You were doing it because you thought you could save another person's life. So, since saving your marriage was only a "bonus", you shouldn't have been that upset about the kidney when she left you. Now, Richard, let's say that the only reason you did it was to save your marriage. Then why would you say something like that?? How would that help your case in the divorce? Either way, your logic is inconsistent at best.

Also, you should be a reasonably intelligent person if you're a doctor. So how did you not figure out that putting this in your divorce settlement would not make your wife look bad, but rather makes you look pathetic and spiteful? Also, you have kids! Why are you doing this to them? Have you even thought about that? You would rather send the message "I regret saving my wife's life" than get divorced civilly? Your kids are going to hate you. And, well, if you didn't see that one coming, then you probably deserve it. Seriously, you should've thought this one through.

Ugh. Every single day there are more reasons not to get married. But then again, "til death do us part" does sound great. Too bad almost half of the time it's "til irreconcilable differences do us part". And you can't forget "til he wants his kidney back do us part". That one has an especially nice ring to it...

New Resolution

Oh man. Another new year, more broken resolutions.

The theme for this year could be "Two Days". Or maybe "The End of Procrastination".
Resolution #1: Finish homework within two days of its assignment.
Resolution #2: Go to the gym at least every other day.
Resolution #3: Maximum time between blog posts: 48 hours.
Resolution #4: Take a multivitamin everyday.

Well, if I start the 48 hours when 2009 started, then I've failed already. However, I think I'll start it from today. *Shifty eyes.*

Today I went to the gym. I usually feel like I get a better workout if I go to the gym and use the elliptical or the treadmill. However, I can't really do anything but listen to music while I'm on the elliptical or treadmill (nausea), which is torture. So, even though the stationary bike is kind of a pussy workout, I decided going and actually working out is better than going once a month and getting a "good workout" (even if I'm only going because I get to sit and read a book not for school). I'm going to have to spend a lot of time there soon when I start the next Twilight book. I mean, they're not mine; my housemate is forcing me to read them... Uhhh... I'm also posting a blog entry! And I have a multivitamin in-hand to take as soon as I can find some water. And school hasn't started yet! Sweet. On track. Or something.

ANYWAY. Last year was a pretty crappy year. Here's hoping this one will be better!