Helium

Have you ever watched a drama or movie where the main character is walking along the street and suddenly one of her high heels breaks? For some reason they show this happening at a higher frequency than it actually occurs. Therefore, guys probably think that every girl walking around in heels is going to need some knight in shining armor to carry her home because her heels are going to come off spontaneously. Creepers will then stalk girls in high heels to get a chance at being a hero. How misleading! The only way this happens is if you do something ridiculous... like rock climb in heels. I don't know why anyone would do that, but to each their own I guess. I have NEVER broken a heel before in my life. However, I have removed a heel tip tripping up the stairs (surprise, surprise), but that's totally repairable. There's really no need for a knight in shining armor, though I wouldn't complain if someone sent me one anyway.

Okay... I ate too much watermelon and my mental capacity is on a decline, so I'll end this here.

Humility

I woke up and the world seemed more beautiful than it has in the past three months. Usually, I wake up and everything is gray, dull, and ugly. That's what happens when you sleep well. He had to reschedule three of his patients because he wanted to talk to me to make sure I wasn't going to take all of them at once, but after he verified that I wasn't insane he finally gave them to me, so for the first time in three months I slept for seven hours straight. To some people this might not seem like enough, but if you try living while sleeping between 1-3 hours each day you'll learn to appreciate certain things in life.

"Tell me three reasons why you need to live."
"...I have yet to do anything with my life or felt happy with my life as a whole"
"...we need to have a talk..."

Didn't even get to the second reason. I didn't mean it in a bad way, I was just being honest. He told me that younger people, in general, look through the world with colorful lenses. They see the world as a wonderful place, but as one ages and overcomes hardships, etc. one begins to look at the world with a magnifying glass. He then told me that I should be looking at the world with colorful lenses, but I'm already magnifying glass-ing everything. He told me not to have expectations for anything to prevent myself from facing disappointment. Duh. I know this already. How many times have I posted about expectations? Too bad I never listen to myself. Whatever. I can sleep now, that's all that matters.

I was at my friend's house making dinner. I was minding my own business making pasta when suddenly I felt this burning sensation. My friend was sauteing mushrooms and managed to fling one directly onto my arm. Really? Someone call Martha Stewart. How is this even possible? Anyway, I now have a mushroom shaped burn mark on my arm. That's how I get the guys. So attractive.

Harbor

I used to think that people should prioritize their lives in a certain way. My order has evolved to being friends/family - happiness - career/aspirations, etc. I thought that this should be relatively similar for most people and perhaps that's why I get so irritated at people that don't follow this order of importance. What this means is that I would sacrifice my happiness for my friends/family, but at the same time I would expect them to do the same. That's kind of how every relationship is supposed to be--give and take, though the majority of the time I feel like I'm the one that's giving at a higher frequency. So let's say, for instance, that someone values their career/aspirations more than their friends/family. This means that they would be willing to let you bleed to death if it would mean that they could get a raise if they stayed at work. That's why that one saying, "Get your priorities straight!" is so inaccurate. Everyone has different priorities that change depending on events/experiences that happen throughout their lives, so it's totally okay for someone to value their career/aspirations more than family/friends; however, it's not how I would choose to live.

I would never be able to get along with someone that values career/aspirations more than friends/family because they would leave me to bleed to death every time. Therefore, I choose to invest time in people that have similar priorities as I do. I'm not saying that they're wrong. Priorities are personal preference, so do what you think is most important, but if you think that sorting jellybeans is more important than taking your dying friend to a hospital I don't have much else to say to you.

Just a fleeting thought. I have to tell you guys about the weekend later :)

Heartbreak

Really fast update before I go...

Lobster pizza. Last night they wanted to celebrate... "Can I take a picture before you--" -_- or not.

Mulberry leaf tea. Weird right? I feel very silk worm-y.

So cute. Too cute. Should have bought this, but it's completely impractical. Who would eat fruits with such cute things? I'm dying from cuteness overload.

Cooked these weird looking mushrooms that ended up being surprisingly good. 

I finally got my drugs, but I'll tell you guys more about that either later tonight or tomorrow. Probably tomorrow because I'm not sure how long I'll be out partying and whatnot since my life is just so exciting... 

Hairy

The right surprise from the wrong person is still the wrong surprise. 
Don't do anything unless you want to.
If you think you deserve better you're probably right unless you're a horrible person.
If you have good friends, try hard to keep them.
Don't waste time on things that don't matter.
If people are important to you, be honest and tell them.
Be present when you are present.
Smile often, but it's okay to cry.
Expect nothing from people. 
Be yourself unless you're a horrible person.
Don't be rude or inconsiderate. Don't be a flake.
Strive for happiness always.

Just a few words of my accumulated wisdom.
I skipped class to eat an orange. It was worth it.

Half-hearted

I was sifting through my email today trying to find something and this email from a few years ago popped up in the search. I read it again and laughed... again.

"I don't know why I'm realizing this now, but I really miss you and you're probably the best friend that I've ever had in my life and I'm sorry that I was never as good of a friend to you as... blah blah blah"

In my mind I was thinking "Stupid idiot. You're probably the worst person I've ever bothered investing time in. I regret it deeply. What a waste of life." Long story short it was one of those instances where you genuinely care about someone, but you're always an afterthought. I don't know, if things frustrate/irritate me I choose to either 1. remove myself from the problem or 2. eliminate the problem itself. Because the second option is not possible when dealing with humans (mostly because I don't have the resources to hire a hitman) I walk away. It's not that I give up because I can't handle it, rather it's that I assess the situation and realize that if it's a recurring problem, it's really not worth my time. I say this so matter-of-fact and that it should be the easiest decision ever, but I still have problems with this. Even now, I know I should walk away, but I can't because I'm a fool and I try to convince myself that they care when they don't, so I will continue to make myself miserable until I realize that it's not worth it.

I'm not so straightforward about most things, but blatantly put I truly believe that I am a good friend. I think that it would be worth it to invest time in me and I think I do deserve to be more than an afterthought. It's funny that people realize this years after I walk away and I don't really give a s--- anymore. It is what it is.

This whole post made me irritated at myself.

Hydrophilic

Every time I go grocery shopping during times that normal people shop I feel like it's a 007 mission. One of my greatest fears in life is seeing people while grocery shopping. Maybe I should change that to seeing people in general. Too many bush people. This is why I do my grocery shopping at 3am. Anyway, I always walk really fast, never make eye contact with anyone, and keep my head down. In event that I do see someone I turn into a suspicious character that darts between aisles and crouches behind large fruits. You do what you have to do. Hunger games. Get it? Because grocery shopping... okay forget it.

This is hilarious. Number 4 is the best.

If you're reading this they turned out really well, none of the tails fell off, and they're quite beautiful. Thanks! :)

Hero

My friend insisted on driving out 40 minutes to get to "the best sushi place on Earth." While I admit that it was undeniably delicious, I still think it was overpriced. I'll catch my own fish, thanks. I was going to be sneaky and take a picture of the food, so I could show you guys, but I felt really dumb because the place was too fancy. I stopped trying. The bill ended up being over $70, but I shouldn't be complaining because... thanks. :)

Today has been about doing things that I want to do with people that care enough about me to do them with me. Although I didn't get to see all of you today the overwhelming amounts of calls/texts/messages are enough. I haven't stopped smiling since 12am; even as I'm excreting waste products I'm still smiling (I highly doubt anyone wanted to know that).

It's nice to be reminded of the many people that truly care about my existence and that it's okay for me to be important once in a while. I know that as I'm blogging I probably come across as this angry lady that hates the world, humanity, and the general public, which isn't too far from the truth, but I have to let you guys know that the only reason why I can be happy in real life is because I know that I have an insanely large amount of people that genuinely care about me and I'm super lucky because most people don't even have one real friend. Sucks to be them. I initially thought that if you genuinely care about people they'll genuinely care about you too, but that's not true, I just happened to meet the right people. I go on and on about people that don't care, but it's mostly because I'm greedy and hope/expect that everyone I meet is going to be as awesome and amazing as you guys, but they never are. The bar is set too high. You guys spoil me and I just hope that you guys know how incredibly important you are in my life. :)

Hernia

After the run I went on a bike ride that was supposed to only be 30 miles, but ended up being 38 miles because I got lost. I thought I would be able to accomplish this without water and that it would only take two hours round trip. I was very wrong. I was so dehydrated and desperate that I stopped by the side of the road to try and find some sort of faucet that farmers potentially use for their crops. I found the pesticide hose. When that failed I tried picking a "berry" from a tree, but it ended up being incredibly bitter and I'm now thinking that it may have been an olive. I may be poisoned, I don't know yet. I gave up and continued biking and finally reached the creek. I was so thirsty that I thought I was going to faint... so I did it. My friend said, "I can't believe you just did that, you're the most sanitary person that I know... Also, a bear probably urinated upstream." Thanks buddy. The water was clear though. Worst case scenario I'm going to get cholera and explosive diarrhea. This was probably the stupidest, most brilliant thing I've done since coming here. I'm never going to do it again, but it was a really good experience and if I die from dysentery at least I can take pride in the fact that I've accomplished something that I've been wanting to do. By the way, on my way back I stopped to rest for five minutes and got chased by a giant ferocious wild turkey. Why am I not surprised that these types of things happen to me?

I pretty much can't move any muscle anymore. I also think that my fingers are sun-burnt... I'll be back to finish the last portion of this monstrous update after I finish my paper that is due in exactly one hour.

Helium

Today is a quest to do things that I've been wanting to do, but have put off for a while. It always amazes me that Starbucks never fails to remember when the majority of my friends don't even know. Is it depressing that I'm impressed by an automated message? Probably, but I'll take what I can get at this point.

I had to wait until after 12:00am because I always end up getting a million calls. For some reason everyone thinks that they need to call me at exactly 12:00am. Come on people, you have 24 hours. Spread it out. I do appreciate the thought though, it makes me happy. After the barrage of phone calls I went on a 12 mile run (keep in mind this is at 1:00am) and got back wanting to die. Along the way I got stopped by two police cars asking me if I was drunk. Do I really run so much like a gremlin that they think I'm drunk? It's probably because it's picnic day--at least that's what I'm going to think to make myself feel better. It's only when I got home that I realized how truly out of shape I am. 12 miles used to be no problem, but I feel like all of my bones are melting. I kind of just want to roll myself into a corner and never move again. I forced myself to shower and attempted to sleep, which is always a failure. Unfortunately, my foot was bleeding, but I didn't notice until I showered. Don't you guys hate that? You only realize where you're bleeding if you bathe and soap gets into your wound. Oh, and there's no better way to find cuts on your hand than by sanitizing them with Purell. Mother--. Anyway, I stuck on a Hello Kitty bandage and I was good to go. Don't laugh at me. Hello Kitty bandages have been proven to reduce recovery time dramatically.

You can't see much, but that's the moon. 

I'm going to have to split today into two or three parts, so stay tuned for the rest of my adventure. :) Good grief I can't believe it's about to be 5:00am.

Hallucinogenic

My heart feels like wet toilet paper--the kind that you find in public bathrooms. I like running when I have a lot on my mind because then I don't realize that I'm running and end up going on for about 8 miles. Also, I ran by an incredibly good looking shirtless guy with a dog that gave me a high five. What has been on my mind lately? Humanity, I guess. I think I know what my problem is. The problem is my memory. I might temporarily forget or choose not to focus on something in the past, but if something happens I start thinking of every past negative occurrence and then I'm reminded of why I have no faith in humanity. If I were a normal person I would forget things and not be so irritated--I would probably trust people more, but I can't and I probably won't until someone gives me a reason to.

My one request for today:

I want to sleep for 8 hours. 

Probably too much to ask for.

明天本來有計劃要跟朋友騎腳踏車到河邊
昨天跟我說不能去. 我沒跟他說明天是... 
沒覺得有必要跟他講這對我來說卻是蠻重要的. 說不失望是謊話.
但人很像就是這樣. 感覺有一點難過...
還能這麼辦? 沒期待最保守.
祝我生日快樂. Sad life.

Envision

So this notice was stuck up on my door today:

I like how they just assume I'm going to throw a party and everyone will be drunk. That's cool. Oh, for those of you that don't know, Picnic Day is tomorrow. Apparently, there's a version of this at every institute of higher education. My friend said that hers was called May mayhem or something like that. I already have big plans for the weekend, a few of which being bleach the heck out of my bathroom and sulk around in misery.

By the way, read this article. It's pretty good.

Legitimacy

I keep forgetting that I'm not supposed to have any expectations for people. I get too comfortable and happy and I start trusting people a little and then I get smacked in the face with a dirty sock. What a wake up call. Oddly enough I felt more sadness than anger... maybe it was because I only had puny expectations--the size of an algal cell. I'm improving! I think I would only feel angry if it was H, but that's because I already know she would never do what infuriates me the most. Efficiency. People need to stop wasting my time. Priorities. People need to prioritize the things in their lives. I'm not saying that I'm the most important thing on the face of the Earth, but why would you even bother telling me that I'm... STRESS. Forget it. No expectations.

"Oh my gosh no, you're such a burden."
"What?! Why not? I just want to try one drink with you!"
"NO. Ugh... I'm going to have to haul ass and drag your dead weight body to a hospital. Even thinking about it makes me tired."

HAHA it's nice to know you wouldn't leave me to die~ I'm very grateful.

I turned my bathroom into a sauna. I left the vent off and turned on the water to the hottest temperature. I thought I was being incredibly smart and fancy. I mean... it did work; however, the moment I stood up everything turned pink, my ears started ringing, and I fainted. Good job. Clap clap clap. Maybe the problem here was that I was dehydrated to begin with. It was kind of strange though because the other times I've passed out everything turns black. When was the last time you guys took a bath? I don't mean when did you last bathe yourselves, but when was the last time you used your bathtub. I took a bath yesterday and found out the water here is actually BLUE and it smells like chlorine. Hooray chemicals!

I want to gouge my eyes out. They're stinging because I'm so tired. Insomnia is tiring.

Leftover

Something my professor said this morning kind of resonated with me. He said that everyone should do what they like and the money would follow. While I don't necessarily believe the second part is true, after living through this many years of misery I strongly believe in the first part. He said that the only thing he was interested in was physical education or exercise biology, but he was majoring in business finance because he thought that's what he was supposed to be doing. He was sitting in class when his professor said the same exact words to him and he got up and went to the physical education/exercise biology department and switched majors. I thought that was pretty courageous. Anyway, the lecture made me smile--super cute. 

Not much else has happened in my life lately I guess... I've kind of been floating around in my bubble of whatever ditching classes, not caring about much, and doing what I want. It's really nice. If I had adapted this attitude Freshman year I would be a much happier person, though I probably would have failed at life. I think the right word to describe this is relaxed. :)

Harlequin

I walked past a mulberry tree today and it reminded me of my childhood. In third grade I raised a shoe box full of silkworms. It was kind of fun watching them transform from skinny wormy things into juicy fat worm things, make a cocoon, turn into moths, lay eggs, and then die. My teacher told our class that silk was very expensive and for some reason I was convinced that I would sell the cocoons and become filthy rich. I guess  that didn't work out too well. It would be nice to be a silkworm. I think I would rather have people picking me up and poking me in comparison to having to actually deal with them. The majority of people on Earth are a waste of time. This may seem venomous, but if you think about it for a second there's some truth behind it. If you ask yourself "Am I still going to be talking to this person 20 years from now?" and the answer is no, what's the point? I'm just saying as usual... humanity has been and continues to be disappointing.

This is pretty accurate for today:

Hard

Is it just me or do we spend the majority of our lives waiting? I was thinking about it today and realized that 80% of the time I'm waiting for something. You go to class and wait until it's over, you go to work and wait for membranes to wash, etc. The list goes on. Even as I'm blogging right now I'm waiting for someone to text me. If we're waiting all the time what exactly are we doing? I don't know, just a random thought for everyone to think about.

I think I spent over 12 hours smiling. My cheek muscles are wasted.

I feel like the majority of my problems could be solved if I could get some more sleep. These past two months have been incredibly painful. Every night it's the same. It's not a mental problem, I'm not thinking about things and my mind isn't constantly on, it's a physiological problem. Something is wrong with my bodily function overall and it makes me want to cry because it's so incredibly frustrating. All I want to do is sleep. What's even more frustrating is that I have to be a wonderfully cheerful person as I go to class, work, etc. when really all I want to do is rot in my closet and let my cells die a slow death. I thought about taking Benadryl for the drowsiness effects, but decided against it because knowing my luck the anti-histamine would be too strong and I would probably get infected by some virus of unknown origin and die regardless.

Healing

My friend called me last night at 4am as I was drifting into sleep and I was about to punch someone until I realized what she was trying to tell me. We're really good friends, but she moved to Japan in seventh grade and I was sad. I talk to her a few times a week and we meet up in a random country every three years, so it really doesn't feel like she's been gone for that long even though when you count the years it's been nine. Anyway, she called me and told me that her family decided to move back to America. We screamed in excitement for about an hour and then I couldn't sleep anymore. Most people are bewildered that my closest friends are all from middle school and even more shocked that I'm close with some of my elementary school friends as well. If you're my friend and I think that you're worth keeping around, you're pretty much going to be stuck with me bothering you for life--that I can assure you. Of course it's easier for me to remember that you exist if I'm not the only one making an effort. I went off in a tangent and lost my train of thought. I don't know, I'm just really happy right now.

You know what someone said to me the other day that I thought was really cute?
"Joanna, I only need you I think... if I only had one friend in the world and it was you I would be okay with that."

So cute. So incredibly cute. I felt guilty because I... yeah, but this is pretty much how you make me fall in love with you; saying these kinds of things, I mean.

Why is everyone being so nice to me these days? I feel like something bad is going to happen. It's like what Charlie Brown is always saying. I'm going to go find that quote.

Honey

I ditched a useless class today to buy myself HALF of a sandwich that cost me SIX dollars. The sandwich ended up having MUSTARD in it, but I tried to force myself to eat it anyway since it was freaking expensive. I couldn't do it because it was too disgusting, so I threw it away. Today the wind blows.

People need to just say what they want. I can understand why it's difficult, but I don't understand why you would torture yourself by letting things remain stagnant... like a pool of dirty pond water. Do you want your lives to turn into dirty water? No? Then just do it damn it. I think I'm pretty good at forcing myself to do this even when I don't particularly want to. What I mean is... if you want to talk to someone then pick up the phone and call them instead of staring at their number or Facebook page for a day waiting/hoping that they'll contact you first because chances are the smaller the amount of time you invest in them the smaller the amount of time they'll even consider you to be significant in their lives and you will be staring at things for many many days. Alone. Things don't just happen by themselves. Unfortunately, even when you take initiative and make an effort things rarely go the way you want them to, but if you do it at least there's a chance it will go as planned.

I'm only mentioning this because I ran into someone today and they said something like, "I've really been wanting to hang out with you! I was going to call you!" and what I wanted to say was WELL THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU?! GOOD GRIEF. Why does it have to be so difficult? I probably would have said no, but I mean... -_-;

My person has no phone for the week. Only now do I realize how truly miserable I am without you. Augh. To compensate I'm on Skype 24/7 and I spam email random updates, but it's not the same. It's not the same! I'm so sad. There was a really interesting article I came across today, but this post is already too long, so stay tuned.

Hippo

Want to know what one of my old ladies said to me this weekend?

"It must be hard for you."
"What? What must be hard?"
"Living."
"Haha, what do you mean?"
"Because you're like a fairy, you're kind and you always think of other people more than yourself, so it must be tiring always being bright and happy even though you might not feel that way at the time."

Probably one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me. This happiness could have lasted over a week, but I ruined it. This morning I woke up with a massive headache, so I figured I would take a Vicodin for faster and more complete relief. Turns out I forgot that I took the Vicodin and I proceeded to drink caffeine (bad) without consuming food (worse). When I arrived at work I wanted to vomit. I spent half an hour drooling over a toilet (you know that uncontrollable drool before you puke?). I guess if you look at it from a different perspective the day wasn't completely horrendous as I got paid for drooling over a toilet. Anyway, I feel like a rotting piece of walrus flesh that was abandoned by seagulls. It got better after I ate a salad. Maybe that was the problem.

Hysteria

"Then I'll pray that you find people that genuinely care about you."
"I don't want people that genuinely care anymore. I just want to sleep -_-."

I gave up on humanity a long time ago, but this sleep thing is seriously getting out of control.

끝

I'm done. My time is too limited to be spent on useless things.

Hexagon

You know, I never really thought of myself as a chicken person, but I've turned into a crazy chicken lady. Actually, I was watching my friend's chickens this weekend and they're quite cute when they're small. I'm not too sure if I would like the big ones because they look like they're going to bite off your fingers one by one. I was thinking about bringing Soybean with me, but I reconsidered. Not sure if dogs eat chickens... though on the other hand would you even consider Soybean a dog? He's so puny.

I haven't slept in two days for no reason. I hate this.

Helicoptor

I was in such a bad mood yesterday. I felt like punching everyone in the face. Despite that fact I slept really well last night. Maybe I should be in a bad mood all the time so I can get more sleep.

When I got home there was a package on the front door. I was super happy because I figured the Melatonin  I ordered arrived. Sleep! Hooray! I opened the package and this is what I saw:

The headphones that I've been ranting and raving about for the past three months! I was considering buying these for myself as a birthday gift, but then decided I should save money to neuter Soybean. My mouth was wide open for about five minutes as I searched the package looking for a name--though I guess without looking I already had a faint idea about who sent this. There was only one sentence, "Happy early birthday :) umm...we couldn't wait lol" My music is so four dimensional now. So crisp. Tears of joy. I don't even remember what I was so upset about; actually that's a lie. I'm still upset about it, but I don't care anymore because I can tune out the world with the perfect balance of treble and bass. You guys are the best, seriously. I can't stop smiling. My friends are the epitome of awesome.

Hollow

I really don't like Thursdays. I mean usually the worst days of the week are over by Wednesday, but I don't know. Something about Thursdays this quarter make me want to drown myself in a pool of cinnamon. Isn't that disgusting? Anyway, the only good part about Thursdays is the fact that I have a random 40 minute gap and I get to do this:

I talk to H for 40 minutes and drink coffee in the parking structure while gazing at... green things. You know, there are certain people that if I don't talk to them for a day I feel like the world is ending or something has gone terribly wrong and then I feel miserable. I think I have this weird assumption that everyone is going to die. It's not because I'm dark and morbid in particular, but because X died so suddenly two years ago that I feel like whenever someone says they're going on a trip somewhere or if I don't talk to them in a while the first thing I think is "Omg they're dead." I know, I'm slightly psychotic.

Homogenize

People are so funny today. So I was trying to help my friend explore her housing options:
"How about there? That looks nice. Would you live there?"
"Joanna... that says University Retirement Community..."

"I don't understand why you go around dressed like it's Winter when it's clearly spring."
"What are you talking about, I wore a tank top yesterday!"
"Under like ten other layers!"

"Muscarin is found in mushrooms that are usually beautiful and radiant in color. Kind of like people--beautiful people are generally poisonous." I officially love toxicology.

I really haven't been able to sleep well recently. I'm not too sure what's going on, but it's kind of spiraling out of control. Recently, I've only been able to sleep every other day. I feel like my mind is constantly on for no reason. I'm going to try Melatonin. I'm not sure if it'll work or not. At least it's somewhat natural, but I'm still kind of scared. As usual, if I stop blogging you'll know that I'm probably dead on the floor somewhere, so call a coroner.

They should have hired me for this. I would have done a good job.

Humanity

Today I had a professor ask me about how I felt as an Asian. "As an Asian, do you feel pressure from your parents to do well and not be like the lazy Western stereotype?" What? What does that have to do with being Asian? I think that regardless of race or gender people will feel some pressure whether it be from relatives or themselves to do well or what's the point in higher education, don't you think? That was a stupid question and it totally caught me off guard. It's the equivalent of "Because you're Asian... what's the color of the sky?" It's degrading, uncalled for, and unnecessary. As a professor, you should have known better.

I didn't know how to answer this and I reverted to psycho laughter. Every time someone makes me uncomfortable I force out a laugh. Whenever I force smiles or laughs my eye twitches uncontrollably. I don't know if anyone can tell the difference between my real laugh and my forced laugh. When I told H about this she said that she could only tell the difference between my maniac laughter and real laugh because she's known me for so long. I hope this is the case... I hate uncomfortable situations. My solution to this is psycho laughter and then get the heck out of there.

Basically.

If you don't care you remember 50%. If you care you remember 80%. This number is for the general public. If I don't care I remember 90% and if I care I remember 99%. What this means is my head if full of useless information. If I tell you that I forgot something it probably means that I'm lying and don't want to take responsibility (I shouldn't tell you guys my secrets). Well, if you like me enough to care I will assume you remember 80%. That being said, if we plan to meet up and you cancel plans five minutes before we're supposed to meet, you are rude and inconsiderate and I will thus, not want to see you until a month later... maybe. Not many things make me raging-fire-furious, but people that waste my time are the worst. I don't know if you guys have noticed this, but I stopped making plans in advance with people unless I am 99% certain they'll be there at that time for sure. All of my calls recently have been "Want to go to XYZ right now?" it's so much simpler and none of my time is wasted. I should be a problem solver. 8)