Gallaudet university

I am sitting her in my car waiting for the woman to finish with her hair and I was just recalling my experience st gallaudet university this past weekend in Washington D.C. It was an interesting experience. For those of you who don't know about the school, it is a school for the deaf. It was interesting to see everyone signing to each other full conversations. For once, I felt like the outcast in their world. There were some who obviously read lips, and some who did not, like this young woman who worked at the hotel cafe. I went to tell her what I had ordered so she could ring it up, but she motioned for me to write out what I had.

They also had a channel dedicated to stuff that was going on in the college, and the entire thing was done in sign. The anchors signed, the interviewers signed, the basketball coach signed, even the comedic entertainment in between segments signed (which wasn't very funny to me, but I guess you have to be deaf in order to understand it) and they also showed something that blew my mind. Deaf kids at a dorm party dancing! And they were on beat and also knew what types of music was playing and how to dance to it!


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Hobbies

I was having one of my pensive moments right now and I was just wondering why people are so judgmental over their hobbies. Like let's say that your way into cars. You spend all of your money on your car and many a woman idolize you for it. Or let's say your a DJ. You get gigs and shit like that and you have alot of fans that enjoy your work. Now...why is it no one puts the same idolization if you enjoy doing something...well...let's say like working with computers. I get labeled as a geek because I like getting into the inside of PCs and seeing what makes them tick and how to make them better. The same thrill some racer feels getting a new part for his toy is the same thrill i feel getting a new part for my toy. Why is it though that I get labeled a geek and he doesn't? Just because of the subject matter?

I wouldn't label myself as a geek. A true geek has intellect on his side, and if you know me well you know that intellect sometimes escapes me. Geeks are awkward all the time, smell like cheese, wear their pants too high, can make candles out of their earwax, all in all, geeks are a disgusting specimen. I would say i'm a new brand of geek. I actually do care about my appearance, I'm funny, caring, and I get along with the majority of people I meet

I believe that if you have passion for something then go with it. Doesn't matter the subject, as long as you act like it's christmas morning whenever someone talks about something you love to do.

Well...that's all I have to say for now... back to you fuckers...

P.S. I like video games too *snort*

2 week notice? My ayas!

I very rarely get pensive, I am naturally goofy and silly. But that doesn't mean that I can't have serious thoughts or discussions. When I do get serious, it really is a sight to see because I really get focused on what the discussion is. I get in a weird zone.

Anyways, I was having another one of my pensive moods earlier today and I was just wondering why is it right that my job basically told me I was let the at the end of the day without any forwarning? Why is it customery for jobs to require a two week notice if you are going to quit, but yet some jobs can do this and just tell you straight up "We have to let you go"... and it's not like I didn't do my job, I did my job very well. It had to do with my health issues, I was let go because I didn't follow their "call out procedures". They wanted me to call like 4 people's personal cell phone numbers at 6am in order to call out for one day. I wasnt aware of the procedures. I am, just like everyone else, used to calling a manager/boss figure and leaving them either a voicemail or letting them know that I will be out, not calling 4 people's personal cell phones in order to call out for one stupid day.

Discuss...

Scars

They might not be the prettiest things in the world... but they show you how much you have grown. Scars show that you have taken a hit, and you laughed at that hit by healing yourself. Whenever I see a person with a scar, I don't think "Ewww...he/she is hideous looking". I think "Where was that person and what was he/she doing to receive that miraculous gift". That's what scars are, a gift for a 2nd chance. I have been given many 2nd chances. And I am proud of all of my scars.