Two guys were taking Chemistry at the University of Mississippi. They did pretty well on all of the quizzes and the midterms and labs, such that going into the final they had a solid “A”. These two friends were so confident going into the final that the weekend before finals week (even though the Chemistry final was on Monday), they decided to go up to the University of Tennessee and party with some friends.
They had a great time, however, with hangovers and everything, they overslept all day Sunday and didn’t make it back to Mississippi until early Monday morning. Rather than taking the final then, they found their professor after the final to explain to him why they missed the final.
They told him that they went up to the University of Tennessee for the weekend, and had planned to come back in time to study, but that they had a flat tire on the way back, and didn’t have a spare, and couldn’t get help for a long time, so they were late in getting back to campus. The professor thought this over and told them they could make up the final on the following day. The two guys were elated and relieved. They studied that night and went in the next day for the final.
The professor placed them in separate rooms, and handed each of them a test booklet and told them to begin. They looked at the first problem, which was worth 5 points. It was something simple about Molarity & Solutions.
"Cool ," they thought. "This is going to be easy." They did that problem and then turned the page.
They were not prepared, however, for what they saw on this page. It said: (95 Points). Which tire?
noxes answered your question: So I've got Saturday, Sunday, and Monday off,
I would say go on a bike ride out of the city, but I know you ride plenty and I have no idea if you’re anywhere interesting XD
Another good idea, because I really don’t mind biking, its just been such a dismal combo of ungodly hot and ridiculously rainy here. (here being west palm florida). And yeah the interesting places are few and far between out here, and what few there are, are on the complete other side of town, well out of biking distance, and I dont know/trust the bus system around here enough to get around that far off.
And if I stay cooped up in the house all weekend I am going to loose what little sanity I have left. Pretty much everyone I know is busy. Someone please give me ideas on what to do this weekend… Please?
There are many paths in life. So many paths to choose from, such a confusing choice to make! But there are a few paths that we all will walk, in our own such way. Paths that start the basis of our own unique path in which we walk in life.
The first path is the path of many twists and turns, traps and pitfalls, stumbles and tumbles. As is true to its name, it has many twists and turns, traps and pitfall, and you will stumble and you will tumble. A challenging path that many choose not to follow, or follow and become discouraged soon after. But as you walk this path you soon find that it goes up, and up and up. The twists and turns, traps and pitfalls, stumbles and tumbles become harder, and more frequent. But you’ve learned, after walking this path for so long, how to endure and over come all the challenges of the path of many twists and turns, traps and pitfalls, stumbles and tumbles. As you climb up and up and up, you come to the end. It has been a long journey. A trying journey, but a journey that is complete. As you look at your final destination you come to realize that the path of twists and turns, traps and pitfalls, stumbles and tumbles has lead you to the sky! So high in the sky, you are able to see the whole path! All the twists and turns you managed to take. All the traps and pitfalls you were able to over come. All the stumbles and tumbles you were able to stand up from. A glorious path you have made. Looking at it all, you swell with pride. A pride that is well earned.
But not all paths are like the path of many twists and turns, traps and pitfalls, stumbles and tumbles! They are not all challenging. The path of clear sailing, and smooth roads is one such path. It was once like the path of many twists and turns, traps and pitfalls, stumbles and tumbles. They realized that there was no point in enduring all those silly twists and turns, or overcoming the ridiculous traps and pitfalls and that it was easy enough avoid stumbling and tumbling. The path of clear sailing and smooth roads has no challenges for you! There is nothing to get in your way as you walk this path. Such an easy path. A simple path. Until you reach the end. To say the path of clear sailing and smooth roads has no challenges is a bit misguiding, though the end is no true challenge. For there is no way to overcome it. As you walk the path of clear sailing and smooth roads, slowly it goes down and down and down. Eventually the roads simply ends. There is no more road to walk, for it leads in to a gaping chasm that has no end insight. Though you see not the path you’ve walked from this end, you can see something. You can see the path of many twists and turns, traps and pitfalls, stumbles and tumbles. You can see it go up and up and up. You can see that its end is in the sky, amongst the stars. You find it unfair that your road ends so cruelly, with no joy or reward. But what have you done? Nothing! You merely walked a path, a simple path with no challenges, no trials, no tribulations. You have gained nothing, and thus are rewarded nothing. Such are the paths of life. Though greatly diverse, these are the basis of many of the paths. There is…one more path. A path not many know of. A path fewer still take. A path that descends quickly and is shrouded. This is the path of terrible burden and duty. It is a path taken by those who know that there that things that must be done. It is a path forces you to endure burdens that each away at your heart, your mind, your soul. But you endure with grace. With dignity. With honor. With duty. You follow this path knowing that those who follow the path of twists and turns, traps and pitfalls, stumbles and tumbles may endure it without these burdens. Your path’s end is rarely the same for all others. Will it end in the stars, with all others knowing of the things you’ve done for them? Will it end in silence and mists with no one knowing of all that you’ve given for them? This path heralds no glory, little joy and many miseries. Is it worth walking this path? This path of terrible burden and duty. It worth can never be measured for it is a path that must be taken. But so few will take it. It is not easy to walk the path of terrible burden and duty, but all who have walked it and will walk it know its importance. For this they must always be remembered with honor and respect. No matter what they have done or will do.
You don’t have anybody to call up and plan a date with. Flirt with. You dont have anybody’s arms to fall into. You don’t have anybody’s lips to kiss or hand to hold. None of the securities of being with someone that make your heart sing and your tummy fly. All you have is yourself. All the time. Alone.
I never ran away from you. It's not like I looked you in the eyes and then ran away. I'm sure I didn't even notice you. Because I remember that day perfectly and I know what happened. And you can have whatever other memory of it that you want. And if you had a problem with anything I posted, you should have spoken up. Like I just did. Because I have had a problem with you for a long time, and this just took it over the edge and I had to say what I did. And I feel better now.
Well, I was there too, and I remember things a bit differently. As I recall, you came around the corner, looked me in the eye, and before I could even finish saying your name, turned tail and scurried your ass over to the cafe right quick. But okay, may be things didn’t happen that way. Maybe you didn’t notice me. But what does that say? I had told you multiple times that day exactly where I was. In the midst of wishing you a fun night on your dinner date with your bf I had lamented that I was at work. You knew walking in the door of that bookstore that I was in there, and chose to ignore me. I don’t know what that says about you to anyone else, but it says a lot to me.
And yeah I had a problem with what you posted, but what good would standing up and saying anything have done? You either knew I was still following you and didn’t give two shits if I saw it, or you thought I’d left and done exactly what I did and posted what you thought for everyone to see. Either way, that still makes you a hypocrite for calling me out, just different degrees of one depending. And if I had called you out, how should I have done it? Had a juvenile little outburst like you did? Heaven knows I could have ripped into you just as well as you did me, attacked all your insecurities or insulted and demeaned you. What good would that have done? Gods know you wouldn’t have listened if I had calmly asked you to stop. You would have just taken the opportunity to verbally (textally?) assault me just like you’ve done.
And you’ve had a problem with me for a long time? A problem with someone you never interact with anymore? A problem with someone who, according to your past posts, you were happy to be done with and ready to forget? What problem? In your first set of messages you said you still had the conversation where I asked to hook up with you one last time. I know for a fact you regularly nuke all the messages out of your phone, so what are you holding on to that for? Or anything concerning me? Whatever it is, be some physical item or emotional baggage or whatever, It has been over a year. Hell, probably closer to two. Let it go already and go on with your life, such as it is. Cause I already did so a long time ago.
You talk all this shit about how you respect women, but you don't know the meaning of the word. I hope I never see your fucking face again. Go back to Vegas because obviously no one here wants you. Fuck you.
Alright. I’ll spare my dash the rest of your lashing, But I am going to respond to this. To be clear everybody, this is brought on by this post:
If your too lazy to click the link, basically its questioning the looks of girls you’ve dated in the past. The face is funny, the comment is crass, and its basically something most people are going to either pass on by or give a quick chuckle.
First things first: I deserve a lot of the ire your throwing my way. I did wrong by you on a couple levels.
Second: Yeah I meant you. There I said it. I also meant my ex Silvia, who unlike you, was an actual bad decision. I also mean a few of the girls who I’ve entertained between when we broke up and the beginning of my most recent failure at finding someone special for a nice long period of time. But you know what? You did look better when we were dating. When we were together I saw you in a different light than I do now. Just like you hated your current bf before you two got together, but started seeing him and different light. How we perceive people changes. Simple as that.
Third: the post was a low blow. You are really not bad looking. Not model material, but who is right?
Fourth: As for my begging for “One Last Go”(here we are talking about how I wanted to hook up with who you’ve all probably guessed by now is one of my exes one last time), yeah I did it, though “begging” is a bit of a strong word. I asked, and Every guy you ever meet will either do so or want to somewhere in the back of his mind. What can I say? We think with our pants. And you know what? I’d do it again.
Fifth: WHERE IN THE FUCK DO YOU GET TO START LECTURING ME ABOUT RESPECT? YOU ran at the site of me once you and your current bf (grats on lasting so long by the way) were together (To be clear, this happened where I worked. In front of my friends and co-workers). And for the record, I did make things a bit awkward by introducing myself right after, but that was fucking low. And now I’ve posted one thing half snidely referring to my relationship with you, and you blow up on me? I followed you for well over a gods dammed year after we broke up, and I lost count of how many times you referenced me in pretty much the same way, if not worse, though never about my looks. Hell, in at least one post you said “Thank God” to not having seen me where I work. Every time I came up in a post your words were naught but those of regret, each saying behind their meaning that you regretted ever seeing me much less dating me. Could I have unfollowed you and stopped reading what you put? Yes, and I did eventually. It was no longer worth keeping that small silent acknowledgement to our past and the fact that you lead me to this place to make the friends I have.And you know, even after you ran away from me (EDIT: to be clear, I am referencing the event I described above. Outside of that incident, no running, physical or otherwise, really occurred. And Again, to be fair, after a while I blew off any attempt at civility. In fact, this is the first contact I’ve had with this person [don’t want to use names… this is the internet after all] for quite a while), and refused to have an even half decent conversation with me without straining to get away from it, I never let anyone say anything bad about you. Hell, even defended you a couple times. Now I am starting to question exactly why I did.
Six: We’ve been apart a long time you and I. I honestly figured you wouldn’t give two shits about what I had to say. And that Is part of why, for you, I will Amend the meaning of that picture. I don’t think I was drunk the entire time because your below par in the looks department. I Think I was drunk the entire time because I seriously cannot remember anything meaningful about our relationship. I don’t think it was a mistake, and I am sorry for how it ended and how I conducted myself afterward, but really, there was no substance to it.
Finally: next time you wanna blow up on someone, take a nice good look in the mirror first.
TLDR: Ive been yelled at by my ex for a post referencing her. Fault on both sides, and I’ll probably be receiving a lot of hate in the next few days. Bring it.
EDIT: Oh and I’m not removing the post because hey, Its funny. I may not have had the best excuse to use it, but I am sure someone else who sees it will.
So my girlfriend and I have broken up… again. Those of you who frequent my posts will know the story behind the last one, and how I took her back, hoping shit like this wouldn’t happen. But it did and really…. I’m okay with it. Part of that is because I knew when I took her back this was a distinct possibility, even a probability. I took that risk because I thought she was worth it and we could do the long distance thing for a time. I was right on the former, but wrong on the latter. It happens.
But there is something else about the break up this time that didn’t leave a gaping hole in my chest like the last one did. Ladies and Gentlemen, listen up, and I’ll tell you why.
What this has taught me is that there are two distinct types of break ups. The “walk away and be done” break up (ala the first go around) or the “I can’t be with you, but I still care enough to tell you why”. The first one is devastating. It comes out of no where and leaves you begging the heavens for answers. What did I do wrong? why is this happening? The second may not necessarily have any warning signs, but it is less sudden imo. And (also imo) it makes the process easier by not just cutting and running. Each side gives their case, and how they deal with it individually is up to them.
I’m not saying breaking up doesn’t suck. Even though I’m coping better this time around, it still hurts, just not as much. And maybe I am deluding myself, but this wouldn’t be the first time.
Okay, so last thursday anyone who pays any attention to this here thing I do noticed a post about a breakup happening in my life. My girlfriend had broken up with me earlier that day and I was a wreck. Could focus. Eating was difficult. Sleep was Impossible.
I woke up Friday morning feeling all kinds of sorry for myself but resolved to get out and on with my life. I deleted what pictures I had of the girl in question, deleted her on facebook, and resolutely decided not to contact her in any way. I couldn’t have her in my head anymore or the grief and confusion over such a sudden thing would drive me insane (more so anyway….).
Then around 2 or 3 in the afternoon she calls me. At first I am tempted not to answer, but something makes me do it. I pick up the phone and the voice I hear on the other side is strained and feint. She called to make sure I wasn’t alone, to make sure I was okay. We traded some small talk and hung up.
Later I get some texts from her. We go back and forth for most of the night. Finally I break down and call her. To an outside observer we both probably sounded miserable. We agreed to meet up the next day to talk things out.
I’ll spare you all the ranting about what exactly happened, but suffice it to say we’ve agreed to get back together. A few of my friends said I shouldn’t keep seeing her, others said that she came back for a reason. Personally I am extatic that I’ve got her back but I am still being kinda guarded just to be safe for now. I welcome any advice my followers are willing to give, just head over to my ask.
So Yeah that’s kinda where I’ve been for the past few days. Thanks for letting me get that off my chest. /endrant
I’m sure someone reading this knows the feeling I’m talking about. It’s that feeling you get when you know what you want but you simply can’t have it. It’s not even like if you try a little harder you might have it. No. It’s so unattainable that you can’t even try to get it. It’s knowing what you…