The Lex Gat Blog is BACK... Overpriced Panda Express for Lunch

Well I had one hell of a morning. I planned at get up at 9 to catch an event on a game I play but managed to miss that because I woke and fell back to sleep twice and you know what that means...! Lucid dreams. Today's lucid dream is brought to you by Death. I literally had a dream where I was rooming with an old high school friend in this fancy room in some third world shithole, complete with four poster beds when I come across the hostel's owners removing dead bodies of elders from the loft rooms.

And then I was on foot, exploring the city hitting the small tucked away cinema in an alley and a long stretch of road that lead to a foreign University (come to think of it, it was set up exactly like my University except this had to have taken place in some south Asian city or Middle Eastern city. There were dusty neon lights everywhere. I was watching American Sniper the night before so I may have drawn some influence from there.

Anyway, I finally drag myself out of bed and head to school. Can you believe I biked in 80+ degree weather to get to a barely air-conditioned lecture hall only for the professor to dismiss the class a minute in because he wasn't feeling well? I dropped my breakfast too. I heard it crinkle under my wheels and thought I might've run over a styrofoam cup or something but when I parked and reached into my pockets for it, it was gone.

Hungry, I settled for the only place that could fill me up. Panda Express's two side meals was $7.20 and I grimaced. I don't remember the last time I went, but it sure wasn't that. I got angus steak and kung pao chicken with half-rice-half-chow-mein. At the register I was charged $9.20 ($9.19 but I ditched the penny). I asked where the surcharge came from and of course, it had to be the beef. I sighed and obliged. I wasn't going to make them pick out the beef (like the time I had a footlong made only to ditch it because they informed me that they didn't take my subway weekly text coupon. What's up with on campus food courts?).

Well, the beef sure ain't anything special. The veggies were also undercooked. I think I've had better meals cutting up a frozen angus beef patty from Costco and throwing it in a tortilla and calling it a "cheese burger wrap" than I had with this. The Kung Pao chicken was also not up to standard today. The zucchini wasn't marinated well enough and neither was the chicken. I started thinking about how the past 10 weeks of frugal spending on groceries and eating rubbish meals all lead up to this $9 "gourmet" meal so I did my best to make it worth my while. Maybe I'll bring tortillas, muenster cheese and guac + sour cream next time and make it a "Panda Burrito."

That sure as hell is the last time I'm ordering chinese on campus.

Thoughts on University Graduation Ceremonies

Well, I want to address grad ceremonies in general really.

What's the point?

I know. We all want to swell in pride up there as we are handed a superficial piece of paper that says we are qualified for adult careers as our folks watch on, teary eyed with job. We all want our 15 seconds of fame. But honestly, that's never appealed to me.

Since we got the 15 seconds of fame part out of the way, let's break down the ceremony. First, we need to pay for gowns and tassels and hats and bands and more bullshit on top of what we already paid the University for tuition. You'd think they could at least shell out $200 a head on gowns for students! Yeesh. For instance, I'm about $6K in debt after a year at the University with part of my expenses paid for by parents, and the rest by scholarships and state grants. I felt that 90% of the time, I worked my ass off for an A and walked away with nothing more than an elevated GPA.

Secondly, what about the several hour long ceremony? You have to buy tickets for guests. It doesn't amount to much, but why on earth would you want the system to milk you some more? This is my opinion, but I don't need any damn soul on earth to watch my passage into graduation. That's why if I ever decide to go back to school, I'd probably collect my degree and leave. I don't like being watched more because I don't see the point of shelling out for 15 seconds of fame to have your name yelled out. Time is money. I could do so much with the 3-4 hours spent on the ceremony.

Whatever. I just don't get people and their ceremonies. I especially don't get weddings and why people need the state to get involved with your relationship. Or relationshit. I don't even celebrate my birthday nowadays because every day I spend with my friends is a celebration. My birthdays don't even come close to those nights of debauchery.

The Last Straw with Passive Aggressive Housemates

I talked with my housemate (the wealthy religious hypocrite) the other day and told him we needed to clear the atmosphere on our issues with each other. I eventually learned that he honed no ill feelings towards me but considered himself anti-social like myself. For whatever reason, he didn't qualify his reasons for hanging out with my roommate more besides the fact that he's known him for longer and that my roommate "just doesn't care."

I brought up their former roommate who they shunned for the last two quarters of school last year (their former roommate, a friend of mine brought it to my attention when we went out for dinners sometimes and I was able to resolve part of the issue). My housemate said he had nothing to do with anything and that I was no comparable to him, which I guess is a good thing. The only problem, I pointed out is that while I don't need to grab groceries as often as they do, it would've been a nice gesture for them to invite me. The housemate admitted that he asked my roommate to go on a hike with him (with the roommate declining, he is what most would call a home gamer). Funny thing is, I would've been available and would've probably gone too. I've come to a conclusion that my housemate just doesn't think at all (he admitted that he had a short attention span which was the reason behind him taking so long to replace the tools of mine he'd broken).

In the end, he denied various things I suggested (Like understanding that despite having lived alone for a long time, one needs to be open and aware of their surroundings when living with people). He kept making excuses, things like "Well, that's how I am so deal with it." I wasn't too surprised (he's a religious hypocrite-nut who ate off a silver platter most his life) but wow, are his future housemates in for a surprise when they get a load of this guy.

So yeah, in the end, I could care less if they ask me out to grab groceries. But when I'm in the room and overhear my housemate asking my roommate if there was anything he wanted from the 7-11 downstairs without regarding me, it feels like he's honing some sort of grudge against me, because like I said, they've played passive aggressive towards a friend of mine before and it really crushed his spirits especially when he wanted to make things up to them and end the year as friends.

They're keeping the apartment for the next year and I'm moving out. I'm dropping out of school and staying out for better or for worse. The social experience was unimpressive, the academics a bore, and lasting impressions poor at best. I don't wish them the best of luck, but I'm not going to wish them misery either. I just plan on parting ways as strangers and will discontinue any communication with them afterwards. I've always had a hard time making friends as both the outgoing persuasion and my usual loner persona. My problem? Maybe. I'm a hard ass and I don't yuck things up. I'd rather punch my friends in the face if I think they're being shitbags. But that's besides the point. I'm glad I can see reality in black and white and can choose my real friends accordingly. These guys aren't my real friends nor will they ever be. But 50 miles away in my hometown where where I spent the last years of my childhood, my three closest friends are waiting.

In my next blog post, I'll turn up the mood a bit by talking about the good connections I've made in college.

Rude Residents trash my Laundry --- You CAN'T rely on Cops nowadays...

So I walked into the laundromat in my apartment complex on the 4th floor today... and found that my laundry inside the dryer had disappeared and was replaced with someone else's. A girl pointed me in the way of a pile nearby and asked if it was mine. It was. I gathered up my things and left. There was a guy standing outside with an empty basket, so I assume he was waiting for his laundry to come out OR he had just deposited it in my dryer... but since this is all speculation, it's entirely possible the culprit could've been someone else other than the girl and the large guy at the door.

Now, there's a camera in the door, but I KNOW contacting the apartment's admin won't be diddly-shit. Because something similar happened to me another time (someone opened up the door on my dryer, let the time run out and when I got to it, my clothes were still damp. The office told me contact the police which I did and the lady at the other end basically told me to come up with evidence or fuck off). So there are cameras everyone and no one is able to check the footage basically. Someone could've been stabbed up there and there would've been nothing the cops could've done. Well done, officers, well done.

On a serious note, WHY couldn't the resident just have gone to any of the other 7 laundromats? There are 7 floors at my apartment complex and each has its own. The only reason why I came up to the 4th (I live on the 3rd) is because all machines were occupied. And the first thing I decide to do is move on, burn those extra calories to use the one on the floor above or below RATHER than trash someone else's load and put my own in. Some people need to be patient. I was probably 5 or 10 minutes late because I was cooking, but by no means should you have to throw people's shit out of the dryer in 5 or 10 minutes! PLUS THERE'S AT LEAST ONE OPEN DRYER ON ONE OF THE 6 OTHER FLOORS.

People are idiots. I myself have never taken someone's laundry out although I've come across idiotic residences who leave their laundry in the machines 5-6 hours after they started. Must've gone off to class or their sororities or some shit and forgotten. Dumb fucks. I was tempted, but wouldn't be caught dead moving some kick's lingerie out of the dryer. The cops would cuff me in an instance. Ridiculous. I'm just glad my lease is ending in the next two months and I'll be home free to live with my parents for a while before moving into my friend's new unit a few blocks away.

Why Do You Let Your Wives get Lazy? [Grocery Store Edition]

I was out grabbing some groceries and in the line, saw your typical heterosexual couple and their daughters. The man had their youngest in a stroller, the eldest daughter was perusing the candies and the mother... she was sitting her ass on one of those motorized handicap carts.

The first thing I noticed was that she was considerably young. She might be in her late mid to late twenties. She wasn't exactly overweight, but wasn't exactly fit. She had just the amount of chubbiness to still be attractive. So the entire time, I couldn't help but wonder if she really should be in one of those things when a real disabled person could come in any minute only to be left waiting on one.

Well, she told her husband who was extremely subservient and quiet to load up the bags on the conveyor belt from her cart and he abided. When her eldest daughter asked if she was allowed to buy one of the candy bars, she considered for a moment before lazily throwing that onto the conveyor belt.

So at the very end of the line, not surprisingly, she rises from her cart and proceeds to stuff the grocery on her own two feet! I watched as she sat back down into the cart while her husband carried all the goods and parked it into the lane where the rests of the motorized carts were and get right back up.

Men... why do you let your wives get lazy? Why do you always have to step in and do simple human tasks for her that she is fit to do herself? She didn't look too bad, but give it a few years. When she reaches her thirties, she'll sit her ass on the couch all day and will refuse sex. Not that you'd want sex. She's had evolved into a hideous creature by then.

My abhorrence with marriage is the countless horror stories that have arisen about it over the years. I recently read one on the MGTOW forums of a wife who wrote erotic novels with her daughters' names in them and cheated behind her husband's backs. Not to mention the fact that she sits her ass at home all day while her man rakes in the dough.

I'm completely disgusted by what I witnessed. I wish those men would stop being manginas and pull your wives to their damned feet and tell them to pull their own weight. Trading yourself to be a fat ugly slug's slave in exchange for progeny is not worth it.

Am fully convinced I live with stupid people

I think back to the start of the year where I had to call my housemate out on the garbage disposal he destroyed with his vegetables cuttings and rice (which were on the list of things you should NOT put down the drain listed on the move-on packet which of course, he declined to read) and told him to call in a work order already for chrissakes. It was just an angry outburst I made one day when he was just lolling around with my roommate in the living room chewing the fat while I was forced to wash my dishes with his dishes piled up on the unclogged side of the sink. 

Yes, it took an angry outburst to finally get him to do the job. I could've reminded him again and again, and he wouldn't have budged (I will substantiate this claim with an example of something that happens later). The two (housemate and roommate) were shocked (Oh, did I ruin the sanctity of your peace and ignorance? I did, didn't I?) and I questioned my roommate on why he wouldn't tell him to move his ass already. Being that the two were closer (they roomed together the year before) he said that it "didn't bother him." 

Ignoring the problem is NOT a solution. At that point, I was really convinced that my roommate was an ignorant fool. He doesn't know some of the simplest, re searchable answers out there (How about the basic components of a computer? You are after all, a computer science major. And yet, you can't name a single component?). And it's because he just doesn't care. Much like my roommate from last year who doesn't give a shit. Waking me up in the middle of the night with drunken outbursts when I had 4 classes to take the day after out of complete lack of respect. 

Anyone whose reason for not fixing a problem right under his nose is an idiot. 

On the part of my housemate, he's a religious guy from a wealthy family and I've had debates with him a couple times in the past and for one, he doesn't believe humans are animals and thus, his disbelief basically counters my argument that homosexuality in the animal kingdom is actually quite common and seeing that humans are animals too, homosexuality is natural. I just don't understand how he lives, hypocritically (he gets offended when you call him out on his religion's flaws and yet he violates simple principles like stealing, adultery, etc.). All I can say is, if you can't even follow the rules of your own game, then don't fucking play it. That simple, stupid. Your complete ignorance for evolutionary and biological facts follows because you think you are religious and better than non-religious folk around you. Wake up, stupid. You're an ape like the rest of us.

And the stupidest, most ignorant comment he's ever made was "I'm not that kind of engineer" when I said he should use his head, as an engineer, to get problems fixed. 

It AMAZES me that Universities continue to doll out degrees to dumb folk like this. It amazes me that society lets him get ahead with a degree when all he's doing is reciting what the books tell him. It amazes me that people still choose their career choices based on the financial turn outs.

And that's the story of the idiotic and ignorant people I live with.

The pain will be over soon. All I can say is, I'm leaving school soon (which, by the way, is filled with idiots and phonies).

Real Conversation Buzz-Killer (Mexi-Mountain Dew)

I struck up a conversation with my roommate when I saw a box of "Mexi-Mountain Dew" (which I like to refer to as the cane sugar over high fructose corn syrup versions of soft drinks south of the US-Mexico border). He said it wasn't his and I pursued the conversation by asking whether he thought it tasted different from the "actual thing" or not and man, was this guy hard to get through to. He was staring dead-eyed at reddit and mumbled things like "What are you talking about? It's the same thing. Just with an old fashioned cover."

I verified that it was Mexi-Mountain Dew when I read over the ingredients... no high fructose corn syrup. But my so-called roommate just exasperatedly replied "What's the difference anyway?" to which I replied, you don't know the difference between cane sugar and high fructose corn syrup? I even poked fun at all the reading he was doing on the net (because this wasn't the first time he didn't know common, researchable knowledge.... mind you, I wasn't trying to be rude, I was just trying to be over-friendly as I do with people I consider close).

Well, nothing doing, I heated dinner and went upstairs. He's not anti-social because I can hear him guffawing his throat out when he's playing League with friends (or my housemate who has also been somewhat cold-shouldering me) but eh, I did walk in today to find my roommate still sleeping at 4 in the afternoon so a number of things could've been awry for him today.