Thursday, December 15, 2011

The 5 Stages of Getting Shitty Grades at the End of the Semester



1. Denial. "I'll just cram before finals! I'll do fine!"  You refuse to look at blackboard during this time.

2. Anger. "WHYYY didn't I study for the last exam? Why did I skip lab?  For the love of God, why didn't I ever look at blackboard?!?!"

3. Bargaining. "Are you there God? It's me, Suzie. If you convince my professors to curve my grades, I'll never drink on a weekday again!  ....Do Thursdays count as weekdays?"

4. Depression. "I suck at life. I'm going to quit school and become a stripper and live in a trailer park."  This is the part where you find yourself sleeping until 4 pm.

5. Acceptance. "Ahhhh screw it. Who wants to grab a beer?"


-Suz  (Obviously Ash didn't write this, homegirl got a 4.0! Congrats Ash!)

Monday, December 12, 2011

The Game

Today I'm going to stray from my usual boys and farting themes and write an entry about something different.  Girls.  My own kind.  The fairer sex.  Whatever.  But before I even get started , I'm going to go ahead and include a disclaimer: I realize that the behavior I'm about to describe does NOT apply to all women.  Repeat, I realize it does not apply to all women.  But I'm going to write it as if it does and use a ton of generalizations because it's more fun for me that way.

What is The Game?

Here's the thing:  Girls HATE each other.  They do.  Why else would they walk into a bar or a club, see another girl that they don't even know, and exclaim, "Wow, what a slut!"  They don't even have to speak to another girl before the hate begins.

Girls hate each other because they're all in a huge ruthless competition for men.  It's an ongoing game, and every girl is a player.  They know that in order to obtain the most valuable male specimen, they must first prove themselves prettier, smarter, prettier, more successful, prettier, more likeable, and most importantly, prettier than the other girls.  So they furiously tear down any girl who appears to be a threat.

What are the teams in The Game?

Now you could say, "Wait Suz!  Girls have friends!  They can't hate their friends!"  FALSE.  Girls do not have friends.  Girls have teams.  They form these teams in order to more efficiently obtain men.  The teams are formed based on similar appearances and personalities (much in the same way leagues are formed) to ensure that no member of the team is attracting sub-par men.  At the same time, however, each girl on the team performs a different function.  For example, a highly functional team would consist of four girls, all sevens.  One curvy, one skinny, one slutty, and one girl next door.  The team members can easily cooperate as long as they remain in their designated categories.  If the girl next door starts to become promiscuous, she and the slutty one can no longer be allies.  They must immediately begin to hate each other.  The teams will go to mating grounds (bars, clubs, social gatherings, etc...) together and wait for potential mates, using any spare time to point out flaws in other nearby teams.

How long does each round last?


Sometimes the competition is short and repetitive, such as one night stands or fuck buddies.  Other times the competition leads to long term relationships.  Obtaining a long term relationship does not guarantee a win.  The competition continues regardless.  While some girls consider respecting a relationship to be a rule of the game, most do not.  In fact, many girls consider sleeping with someone else's boyfriend a double win and brag of their success.  Girls with boyfriends use logic and rationality to fight back against these "homewreckers" by becoming possessive, jealous, distrusting, and even more hateful. 


How do you quit The Game?

Some girls eventually attempt to quit The Game.  They can't handle the pressure of having to find and maintain relations with a valuable male specimen, so they settle for one several leagues below their own, such as a girl who is a seven dating a two.  This will often secure a relationship, as no logical man would trade a seven for a two.  It doesn't always work though, because men can be stupid and illogical.

Why The Game sucks:


The Game sucks because it's fucking stressful.  Instead of calmly waiting for a man (who is out there hunting to begin with) to make his way over to her, a girl finds it necessary to insult and ostracize anyone who could be considered a threat.  As if life isn't difficult enough without turning romantic relations into a massive battlefield...

How to win The Game:


You can't win The Game.  No one ever wins The Game

Monday, December 5, 2011

An e-mail to the girl who tweeted about my shoes....

 I'm not one to get into stupid e-battles.  Generally if I have a problem with someone, I bring it up to them in person and we talk/battle it out from there.  But today I'm tired, stressed, and feeling like a smartass.  And also today, some random girl in one of my classes decided to post an angry tweet about me picking at my split ends and wearing high heels to class.  ("Quit wearing high heels to a nine am!" -Bitch)  The only reason I even saw it was because my professor (who I follow on Twitter) retweeted it with a comment.  Upon creeping, I realized that the bitchy tweet was in fact about me.  So I decided to pound off a passive aggressive e-mail calling her out on... well... just being a bitch.  It gave me a good laugh so I figured I'd post it on here, mainly for my own amusement.  I switched the names up a bit just to protect the bitch's privacy.

Dear Ms. Umbridge,

It has come to my attention that the footwear I choose to wear to my morning classes has become an issue for you during our 9 am course.  Although I personally have never been concerned by the fashion choices of others, I try to be a reasonable and understanding person.  Therefore, I have spent some time brainstorming different reasons that you may find my "high heels" a problem worth expressing your feelings about.

One explanation I came up with is that you may be suffering from gigantasophobia.  Gigantasophobia is, by definition, "the fear of growing tall or of tall people."  Because my high heels render me three inches taller than my normal 5'7, they are likely to disturb someone with such a condition.

While gigantasophobia explains your behavior, I don't truly believe it is the culprit. Another condition that is likely to cause concern over my high heels is congenital talipes equinovarus, more commonly known as "club foot."  Although it seems petty that you would let your deformed and oversized feet spawn such envy of my ability to wear and walk in heels, I imagine that if I had such an embarrassing condition, I would be jealous too.  Don't worry.  I'm not judging.  You should know that club foot occurs in 1 of every 1,000 babies born in the US, and that they have surgeries available to treat your condition.

Here are links to a few support websites I thought might help.

http://www.childrensorthopaedics.com/clubfoottalipesequinovarus.html
http://www.clubfoot.co.uk/ygroups.htm
http://www.clubfootclub.org

Of course, if you in fact do not have gigantasaphobia or congenital talipes equinovarus, there is a good chance that you are simply one of those people who likes to talk and complain about things that do not concern her.  If that is the case, please disregard the previous suggestions in this e-mail.  Instead, focus on this: Just because you want to look like a slob at 9 am doesn't mean that I have to.

Hope this helps,
Suz