Scattered Thoughts

It's time for some more randomness from the minds that bring you dudo509 blogs.

I have always wondered about people who design bathrooms for public buildings. Anytime these places are busy, you always see a line for the women's side, but not for the men. By now, it should be common knowledge that women are born with the knack of taking longer to use the bathroom. It's partly biological, and partly because they like to take their merry time powdering their nose and gossiping about men in the bathroom. Guys go in, do their thing, wash their hands (at least the clean ones do), then they're out. We want no unneccessary time spent in a place that is usually pretty nasty to begin with. I haven't been in many girls' bathrooms in my life, but I bet they are a whole lot nicer than men's rooms. Instead of sticky floors and a thick air of stank, there are probably flowers and potpurri. Call me stereotypical if you will, but just look at the facts and you can see that I am right. Anyways, you would think that people would start to design buildings with a bigger women's restroom than men's, but not everyone is as wise as me, I guess.

AOL Instant Messanger is one of the greatest things ever invented. Your buddy list is like a party where everyone kind of hangs out. Some are good friends, others you just kind of know. You can talk to whoever you feel like; there's no pressure to talk to someone just because they are online at the "party". When you are away, it's like an answering machine that takes your messages and organizes them. Almost everybody I know has an AIM screen name, and in the day where ethernet or cable connections are common, it's pretty easy to reach most people online. And it's nice that you can leave it on in the background while you do other stuff. Then there is the Buddy Chat feature, one of the most underused and underrated functions. I recently got to talk to all 3 of my college roommates at once using Buddy Chat. One is in California studying for a masters at Berkeley, another in Arlington Heights as a teacher, and the other in Champaign for an MBA. But for a few minutes, it was almost like we were back at the apartment chillin together. No, it wasn't the same, but not too shabby for a little program that anybody can download for free. Not too shabby at all.

Who would've thought that last year's World Series teams would both be eliminated in the first round? Certainly not I. Hopefully nobody used my predictions for gambling purposes. The Yankees got handled, it could've been a sweep if it weren't for a couple bad pitches in Game 1 by the Angels bullpen. All that money spent, for nothing. Haha I can't say I feel bad for Jason Giambi. Now I wouldn't mind any team winning, except maybe the Cardinals.

I just scanned my computer for viruses (virii?), and it's weird, but I was actually kind of disappointed that no viruses were found. That's no fun at all, I need some excitement in my life.

Buying a car would be fun, if it weren't for the salesmen. Car salesmen rarely know a lot about the cars they are selling, but they think they are so smooth. They try to steer you to get all these features you don't need. Then you ask them a question, and they never give you a straight answer. You ask them what the typical financing rate is right now, a simple question, and they want you to fill out a credit history form first. Either that, or they gotta talk to their manager first. What is the deal with that? I swear, they gotta talk to the manager for everything. What's your name? "Uh... lemme talk to my manager about that first and I'll get back to you." Seriously though, why are there no helpful and sincere salesmen in the car dealer industry? I go to Target looking for something, and a high school kid working there will always tell me exactly what I need to know, no extra horse-ca-ca involved. Imagine if I went to Bakers Square for a pie, and I had to spend an hour bargaining with them just so they would sell it to me at a fair price, somewhere below the sticker price for the pie and closer to the invoice. Ridiculous.

Sweetest Day is coming up. Yes, that's right, the most bogus holiday of them all. Except for maybe Valentine's Day. hahahaha

Burning your tongue is one of the worst feelings, not because of the initial pain, but because you know that tomorrow it is gonna be all nasty. Speaking of which, I have to say that people who pierce their tongues are crazy. When I accidentally bite my tongue, it ends up being an open sore that hurts like crazy for days. I can't even imagine how worse it would feel to put a spear completely through your tongue.

I will have to cut this short so that I can get ready for bed and my first day of work tomorrow. Thanks for reading...