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[Tellemurius]

Wtf, are you ok bro?

[Ogdibus]

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[Truean]

Thank you all again. [hugs to the applicable peoples]

Ogdibus said how I feel; I hope Vector is right about my ending. I basically don't fit and look wistfully at what straight women have that I cannot. If it's a sin, then it's envy and not lust.

I'm fighting off another firm's better staffed, and paid named partners. They objected to my favorable magistrate's decision, finally realizing it screws them utterly. My O.C.D. writing standards are nothing compared to my boss'. He wants incredibly short, thin, sleek aerodynamic motions with no drag at all. The downside of pleading minimally is I have less arguments I can raise. Any arguments I don't include in lower court are waived on appeal, which opposition is prepping for. My boss considers 4 pages too much. Conversely, opposing counsel fired off 17 pages, so I'm not padding length at all.

Shorter arguments are better; your reader might actually look. But the less you say, the less arguments you have. If I can only use 4 arrows to plaintiff's 17, mine had better hit more often.

Today, I successfully attended an extra-curricular class where I got to sketch a nude model... a male one.  This makes me sad because of how awkward I felt.  The entire time, my sex drive was screaming "it's a naked man!  he's all yours!".  I must have been blushing really badly... I felt pretty embarrassed.  I had to leave when the model decided to take a position where he was on his hands and knees.  That was REALLY awkward.  Art school is going to take some getting used to :/

I kinda know how this feels. First, the situation is awkward in general. Second, if Euld is like me and hides/represses his sexuality, then it is awkward having that stimulated while hiding it.

A girl in my rhetoric class pulled me aside afterwards and offered to teach me how to dress myself properly.

I hate this.

She sounds mean, and could've easily struck up a conversation to work in shopping/a friendly makeover if she really cared assuming arguendo there actually was a "problem" to fix. I don't see a "problem." That's how my friends dealt with me about teaching me how to dress "like a normal girl." Incidentally I'm eternally grateful they didn't vulgarly state or make me state the obvious, "I had no idea what I was doing at first and was too terrified/ashamed to even try."

[kaijyuu]

I haven't drawn any nudes yet (may sometime later this semester) but from what absolutely everyone has said, you get over it after the 3rd or so time.

I imagine I'll be having similar thoughts, male or female model, so yeah. Not at all unusual.

[Nadaka]

I finished MGS4 for the first time. It is 5am and I have very few hours before I need to go to work.

[Reudh]

An old friend-cum-enemy committed suicide last night. I'm thrown.

[Grimshot]

 I had the pleasure of waking up to dogs fighting this morning. Since the owners are too incompetent to break them up themselves I decided to help them out. Went out there and poured my half bottle of Vodka on both their heads, they let go of each other pretty quick lol. The dog I restrained however decided to bite me, lucky for me it figured out who I was before it broke my skin. Still hurts like hell and its probably going to bruise badly.

[ChairmanPoo]

You shouldn't try to separate dogs with your bare hands. The vodka bottle move was a better move than grabbing the dog (if expensive).

I'd suggest throwing a bucketful of water on them instead.

[Grimshot]

 If I didn't pull them apart they would have kept going at it. Its cheaper/easier to treat any wounds I would get then the ones they inflict on each other. Their last fight costed several hundred dollars... I've thought about using a bucket of water but it seems less practical than pouring vodka on their snouts. I'm out of vodka at the moment so my back up plan is to put some ammonia on a cloth and stick it in front of their noses, not sure how well that will work though. I'm not to comfortable messing with that stuff, but hell, they stick it in our beef so why not.

[Truean]

My dad is immensely purposefully dense and insists on talking about things people expressly ask him not to....

I will ask him 7 times not to talk about a certain thing. He will continue doing so using bullshit phrases like "I'm just saying." Really? I know you're just saying, and I'm just asking you not to say that. Talk about anything, everything but that.... His latest subject is the difficulty of lawyers "getting paid by clients, and how he can't believe it." He'll throw out the same over simplistic suggestions that I have repeatedly explained to him will not work. Also I love dwelling on financial difficulties in my profession in what little free time I have as he drags it out long after I've repeatedly requested he stop. For the love of god, and after how many requests, change the topic.... Don't explain to me why you're still talking about it. Nothing you can possibly say will change the fact that I don't want to talk about it after I've asked you repeatedly not to talk about it....

Eventually, after repeated polite requests, I have to be so damn blunt as to tell him to shut the hell up about it. Naturally he is hurt by this, but at that point I just don't care/have any other option.

It is next to impossible to get him to change the subject to anything enjoyable, remotely. I'd settle for a boring but neutral topic. He is so damn stubborn and prone to interrupt anyone he talks to (largely limited to me, cause no one else will take his bullshit, at all). He likes woodworking, I attempt to talk about that. I'm honestly not knowledgeable enough about cars to have a conversation with him about those but I've tried to repeatedly just to change a subject.

He doesn't want a conversation with someone, he wants to lecture at someone about an unwanted subject proving his delusions of grandeur.... [facepalm] He never listens to what anyone says, because he's too busy thinking of what he'll say, which by his definition is always more important (though he will never say that).

[RedKing]

I think I work with your dad. 

Or at least his long-lost personality twin. The more amusing part is that this guy loves to come over to my cube and make his soapbox pronouncements about world affairs (knowing full well that I have a master's in this sort of thing), but he has absolutely nothing to back it on. And all I have to do is disagree and offer a single counterargument, and he caves. It'd be cute if it weren't EVERY DAMN WEEKEND.

And when I refuse to make eye contact, continue doing whatever I was doing, and just murmur responses to him....he still doesn't get the hint. 

[scriver]

I don't think he actually cares what it is he is talking about, he's just making up some excuse of a topic to be able to go over and talk to you. And world affairs has obviously proven a discussion-starter before so he knows, consciously or sub-consciously, that it'll work.

[RedKing]

Which makes it all the more infuriating that my refusal to engage in a protracted conversation (seriously, dude...i'm working here! / playing Aurora or DF here!) doesn't seem to deter him.

[Necro910]

Which makes it all the more infuriating that my refusal to engage in a protracted conversation (seriously, dude...i'm working here! / playing Aurora or DF here!) doesn't seem to deter him.

My solution: Make the experience as miserable as possible for him.

Completely humiliate him, and make him look like a complete and utter moron infront of everyone. Sure, he won't like you, but it doesn't look like friendship was your goal in the first place.

[Vector]

Or, door number two: don't be an asshole.  Wow.  What an idea.


Got an A- on my set theory midterm.  I was one point away from an A.

And I can feel the aftershadow of the monster that drove me crazy a year and a half ago coming back.  Not in the same way, because back then it both drove me nuts and made me really good at math.  This is just the "making you really good at math" part.  But I'm a little bit scared.  It's so much bigger than I am.