Politics

You are a Social Liberal (60% permissive) and an... Economic Conservative (73% permissive) You are best described as a: Libertarian Link: The Politics Test on OkCupid Free Online Dating Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

...And there it went again

Well, both of the jobs that I was called and asked to apply for turned up bust. So once again I am back to the drawing board. I am almost ready to stop even trying to get an engineering job, what the hell is the point anymore. I will keep socking money away to open my coffee shop, but that is still a few years off.

Here we go again

Here we go again. It is time for more job interviews. I got two calls last week from headhunters looking to set me up with some companies. The first one was wanting me to work as a field engineer for an oil company. That job will be stateside, but I will have to move out west. The second job is for a company in Alcoa. They make airbags for cars. The first one pay much more than the second, but it will take me away, but I am going to check out both places and decide from there. Who knows maybe that job out west is what I need right now...

Fuck You World

Thats right I said it, FUCK YOU WORLD!

How much more would you like to shit on my life now? Is this a hobby of yours? I must be a great amusment to you. There were only two things I wanted in life, a family and the career to be able to support them with. Lets see, yep I'm twenty six and don't have either, and you keep shitting on any chance for me to have them.

Lets start with the most important one to me, family. I would just like to personaly like to thank you for nothing. Not only am I one of the most socialy inept people you created, you keep sending me situation where I am doomed to fail from the start. All I asked for was to meet the right person and have a chance, but no, I guess that would take away your amusment at my failures.

On to point number two. A career, I spent six years in college working on an engineering degree just to be told that, "sorry we only want people with experience". What the hell, I try to make the best out of my situation, but it is kind of hard when I am constantly reminded of what a failure I am delivering pizza with a degree in engineering. And then when I get finaly get an idea for my own business you tease me with an engineering job, but then wait, I would have to leave everything I care about and go work in an oil field. Thanks a bunch.

So I have spent most of my life trying to help others, caring about their problems, being a friend when they needed one, and trying to do the right thing. So when the hell does it become my turn? Or is that too much to ask?

So on a closing note let me reiterate, FUCK YOU WORLD!

:edit:
Upon reading this later in the day it has come to my attention that it seems a little harsh. But this is what I really felt when I woke up this morning. To some extent this is what I have been feeling for the last two years, but this morning I decided to get it off my chest.

DON'T SQUAT WITH YOUR SPURS ON: A COWBOY'S GUIDE TO LIFE

-Don't never interfere with something that ain't botherin' you none.

-If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.

-Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.

-There's more ways to skin a cat than stickin' his head in a boot jack and jerkin' on his tail.

-Some ranchers raise pigs and some will even admit it. Either way, they're raisin' pigs.

-The easiest way to eat crow is while it's still warm. The colder it gets, the harder it is to swaller.

-Never smack a man who's chewin' tobacco.

-If it don't seem like it's worth the effort, it probably ain't.

-It don't take a genius to spot a goat in a flock of sheep.

-The biggest liar you'll ever have to deal with probably watches you shave his face in the mirror every morning.

-Never ask a barber if he thinks you need a haircut.

-If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin' somebody else's dog around.

-Don't worry about bitin' off more'n you can chew. Your mouth is probably a whole lot bigger'n you think.

-Always drink upstream from the herd.

-Generally, you ain't learnin' nothin' when your mouth is a-jawin'.

-Tellin' a man to go to hell and makin' him do it are two entirely different propositions.

-Generally speakin', fancy titles and nightshirts are a waste of time.

-Trust everybody in the game, but always cut the cards.

-If you're ridin' ahead of the herd, take a look back every now and then to make sure it's still there.

-If you're gonna go...go like hell. If your mind's not made up, don't use your spurs.

-Never kick a fresh cowpie on a hot day.

-After eating an entire bull, a mountain lion felt so good he started roaring. He kept it up until a hunter came along and shot him. The moral: when you're full of bull, keep your mouth shut.

-Never drop your gun to hug a grizzly.

-When you give a lesson in meanness to a critter or a person, don't be surprised if they learn their lesson.

-The best way to have quiche for dinner is to make it up and put it in the oven to bake at 325 degrees. Meanwhile, get out a large T-bone, grill it, and when it's done, eat it. As for the quiche, continue to let it bake, but otherwise ignore it.

-There's two theories to arguin' with a woman. Neither one works.

-When you're throwin' your weight around, be ready to have it thrown around by somebody else.

-Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier 'n puttin' it back.

-Always take a good look at what you're about to eat. It's not so important to know what it is, but it's critical to know what it was.

-The quickest way to double your money is to fold it over and put it back in your pocket.

-Never miss a good chance to shutup.

Jonathan Was Killed By...

Yeah, I know this one is kind of morbid, but some of the responses were really damn funny. This is another google trick. Just type in "(your name) was killed by" and see what comes up.

"Jonathan was killed by"...

a mysterious man called "The Shadow Master"
treachery in 143 BC
a rocket-propelled grenade
a ruse by the men of Acre
a schizophrenic
Sampson after he offered Sampson a ride
a Hizbollah rocket seven years ago
an IRA bomb
a band of highwaymen
police gunfire

and my personal favorite...

Hunter S. Thompson, who attacked him without provocation as he was typing this message

To all the women who say they can never find a "Nice Guy"

A quick note before you begin:
I did not write this, I found it on the net, but I think it give an accurate depiction of real life (at least through the eyes of us nice guys).

Tribute to Nice Guys.....vindication for us at last!

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA:Vice City to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.