Okay here it is: why do people insist on bursting into song for no apparent reason?
No, I am not talking about in a Disney movie. I am talking about real life. Have you ever noticed that some people do actually randomly burst into song? They can be in the middle of taking a shower, taking a walk, eating dinner, or doing their homework and they just start belting it out. It can be very surprising if you aren’t prepared for it. I say this from experience the first time that my roommate did it it almost gave me a heart attack. She was doing her makeup and then all of a sudden she was belting out “Hot and Cold” by Katy Perry. I almost fell out of my chair. It was not pleasant.
Frankly, I don’t care if they’re horrible or great I just want to know why. What drives a person to randomly start belting out a song? Does it comfort them? Is it because there is nothing good on the radio? Are they in the middle of fantasizing about American Idol? Did they used to take choir? Are they a minister child? Why!?!
I’m not saying that the world couldn’t use some more singing it’s just why are they doing it? Will someone please explain it to me?
And yes I really am looking for an answer to this question.
-Aaron
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Saturday, October 10, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
If It's Broken Fix It
Well, I'm back at college, and I have a new rant.
Do colleges intend to be this unhelpful, or does it just happen naturally?
I know that there are a lot of students, and I'm sure that the colleges try to help but at the moment it just doesn't seem to be working. Students from close by seem to do alright, but anyone who lives to far away to visit the campus prior to their freshman year is practically on their own.
For example I was about to go hand in my room check-in forms when I noticed this really cute blond guy standing in the middle of the lobby staring at a piece of paper looking confused. It turns out that he was a Freshman from Russia, and the RA or PM who was supposed to help him check in really wasn't all that helpful. They're supposed to make sure that each student knows what to do regardless of how long it takes to explain the situation, but instead they handed him the forms and gave him the short form explanation, which he couldn't understand, and then left. The poor guy didn't know what to do, and if what he said was true most of the other freshman students from Russia didn't either.
-Aaron
Do colleges intend to be this unhelpful, or does it just happen naturally?
I know that there are a lot of students, and I'm sure that the colleges try to help but at the moment it just doesn't seem to be working. Students from close by seem to do alright, but anyone who lives to far away to visit the campus prior to their freshman year is practically on their own.
For example I was about to go hand in my room check-in forms when I noticed this really cute blond guy standing in the middle of the lobby staring at a piece of paper looking confused. It turns out that he was a Freshman from Russia, and the RA or PM who was supposed to help him check in really wasn't all that helpful. They're supposed to make sure that each student knows what to do regardless of how long it takes to explain the situation, but instead they handed him the forms and gave him the short form explanation, which he couldn't understand, and then left. The poor guy didn't know what to do, and if what he said was true most of the other freshman students from Russia didn't either.
-Aaron
Friday, August 7, 2009
Sick and tired
Okay here's my rant for the week:
Why is it that people get sick at the worst possible times?
It's like the little buggers know that something exciting is about to happen so they start an epidemic! A few weeks ago my best friend, his wife, and their 1 month old son (my nephew) decided that they would come down for a visit this weekend. Great, right? Wrong. Not only did they alert us they alerted all of the diseases in the vicinity, and few days later half the town is sick. His family tried to ward it off by drinking a mixture of chicken broth, lemon juice, and Tabasco sauce, and they thought it was working. But then a week before they were coming down his grandfather got sick and after that their whole family started dropping like flies. Apparntly the chicken broth, lemon juice, and Tabasco sauce mixture wards off everything BUT colds. Then a few days later I get sick, and now the closest I can get to my nephew, whom I've never met before, is talking to him on the phone. Let me tell you 1 month old babies are not designed to talk on phones.
Now a question for the room: can anyone else tell how bitter I am, or am I being too suble?
For the record not only am I very bitter, but I'm also starting annoyed at the people keep trying to shove chicken broth, lemon juice, and Tabasco sauce mixture down my throat. It doesn't work for this people! So quit trying to make me drink it!
-Aaron
Why is it that people get sick at the worst possible times?
It's like the little buggers know that something exciting is about to happen so they start an epidemic! A few weeks ago my best friend, his wife, and their 1 month old son (my nephew) decided that they would come down for a visit this weekend. Great, right? Wrong. Not only did they alert us they alerted all of the diseases in the vicinity, and few days later half the town is sick. His family tried to ward it off by drinking a mixture of chicken broth, lemon juice, and Tabasco sauce, and they thought it was working. But then a week before they were coming down his grandfather got sick and after that their whole family started dropping like flies. Apparntly the chicken broth, lemon juice, and Tabasco sauce mixture wards off everything BUT colds. Then a few days later I get sick, and now the closest I can get to my nephew, whom I've never met before, is talking to him on the phone. Let me tell you 1 month old babies are not designed to talk on phones.
Now a question for the room: can anyone else tell how bitter I am, or am I being too suble?
For the record not only am I very bitter, but I'm also starting annoyed at the people keep trying to shove chicken broth, lemon juice, and Tabasco sauce mixture down my throat. It doesn't work for this people! So quit trying to make me drink it!
-Aaron
Friday, July 31, 2009
Evolve
It's been a while since I've posted a good rant, so here it is:
Why is it that all men turn into asses around other men?
Really, why? Are they trying to impress the other man by being a total jackass? Do they think that by acting like an idiot they show the women that they are with that they are the better man? Or are they trying to demonstrate that they have their women under control?
I'm sure that they have some very logical reason for their behavior, but if it's trying to prove to women that they've got a set in my opinion they are failing miserably. All it proves is that they're a ignorant jack asses. Besides what good is it to get carried away with your hormones if the women you're with can still make a fool of you in front of all of your friends.
Has it ever occurred to men that if they quite trying to be dominate they might have much better luck with women. I mean lets face it most modern women don't want to be a subordinate. We've evolved socially, why can't they?
-Aaron
Why is it that all men turn into asses around other men?
Really, why? Are they trying to impress the other man by being a total jackass? Do they think that by acting like an idiot they show the women that they are with that they are the better man? Or are they trying to demonstrate that they have their women under control?
I'm sure that they have some very logical reason for their behavior, but if it's trying to prove to women that they've got a set in my opinion they are failing miserably. All it proves is that they're a ignorant jack asses. Besides what good is it to get carried away with your hormones if the women you're with can still make a fool of you in front of all of your friends.
Has it ever occurred to men that if they quite trying to be dominate they might have much better luck with women. I mean lets face it most modern women don't want to be a subordinate. We've evolved socially, why can't they?
-Aaron
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Pretty Little Head
Okay, I'm normally a pretty easy going girl, but one thing that really gets me is when people act like I'm less than they are. Just because I a) work as a maid, b) am young, and c) am female doesn't give anyone the right to treat me like I'm half a person. I've had people staying at the lodge I work at tell their children that I'm a maid because I'm poor and I'll never amount to anything. I've had men sexually harass me, and then try to justify it by saying that I'm a woman, which is somehow supposed to make it all right. I've had older people tell me how my generation is self centered and is destroying our world without even knowing. But a few days ago I had a real first: someone refused to speak to me and I have no idea why.
This week there was a summer music festival in my home town, and I offered to help cook for a man who was housing 7 of the performers. He and I talked, and he told me that a baked good, any baked good, that would work as an alternative to cereal would be great. Then that afternoon a middle aged woman that is staying at this man's home while her husband is moving their belongings down to their new home in Arizona and who had refused to cook for the guests called our house. I was the only one home, so I answered the phone. She wanted to know if she could talk to my mom "about what Aaron is going to cook for the people staying at X's house." I was a little baffled since I had clearly identified myself when I answered the phone, but I told her that my mom wasn't home. She then told me that she'd call back latter when my mom was home. I was kind of miffed at why she wouldn't talk to me when I was the one who was going to do the baking anyway, so before she hung up I asked her if she wanted to tell me what she needed or if she wanted to leave a message for my mom. She told me that she'd like to leave a message. Her message went something like this "There are going to be 8 people here Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I'd like Aaron to make coffee cake for breakfast Friday morning." Then after making sure that I would give my mom the message she said "goodbye Aaron" and hung up.
I, handle my own finances, live on my own for most of the year, act responsibly, and have in the past run my own buisness. In my eyes there is no reason why I shouldn't be able to speak for myself as long as I do it responsibly and politely. However, something about who I am caused this woman to treat me as though there's nothing but air in this pretty little head. All I can say is that I have to much hair for that to be true because if there wasn't something in their to hold it all up my head would have caved in by now from the weight of my hair.
I guess this just goes to show that everyone has a different view of everybody else.
-Aaron
This week there was a summer music festival in my home town, and I offered to help cook for a man who was housing 7 of the performers. He and I talked, and he told me that a baked good, any baked good, that would work as an alternative to cereal would be great. Then that afternoon a middle aged woman that is staying at this man's home while her husband is moving their belongings down to their new home in Arizona and who had refused to cook for the guests called our house. I was the only one home, so I answered the phone. She wanted to know if she could talk to my mom "about what Aaron is going to cook for the people staying at X's house." I was a little baffled since I had clearly identified myself when I answered the phone, but I told her that my mom wasn't home. She then told me that she'd call back latter when my mom was home. I was kind of miffed at why she wouldn't talk to me when I was the one who was going to do the baking anyway, so before she hung up I asked her if she wanted to tell me what she needed or if she wanted to leave a message for my mom. She told me that she'd like to leave a message. Her message went something like this "There are going to be 8 people here Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I'd like Aaron to make coffee cake for breakfast Friday morning." Then after making sure that I would give my mom the message she said "goodbye Aaron" and hung up.
I, handle my own finances, live on my own for most of the year, act responsibly, and have in the past run my own buisness. In my eyes there is no reason why I shouldn't be able to speak for myself as long as I do it responsibly and politely. However, something about who I am caused this woman to treat me as though there's nothing but air in this pretty little head. All I can say is that I have to much hair for that to be true because if there wasn't something in their to hold it all up my head would have caved in by now from the weight of my hair.
I guess this just goes to show that everyone has a different view of everybody else.
-Aaron
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