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Truth of the matter, I am the man chavis's super-ego strives to be. Impersonating a perfected version of oneself is a very trying task as it exaggerates all the faults and shortcomings that one wishes to rid. To become this sublime personality, the yearning to be perceived as funny, intelligent, deep, etc. must be not only abandoned, but forgotten. There's the conundrum, since the vanity of others is a constant reminder. But once you learn to entertain and amuse yourself, the adjectives will no longer bind you to this struggle and eventually the struggle becomes but a distant almost fictional notion.
Now if you wish, I will tell you the story of how chavis lost his virginity
One thing never said on this, or any other bored:
"I thought you were MBM."
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I just wrote this email to one of my former professors:
"Hi. I am your former student. My name is Oleg. I was a student in your class when it was fall of 2010. I didn't take the final exam for the linguistics class; that's why my final grade for the class was FIN. I am on a temporary dismissal from the college. I was told you were out for the summer, but I need to complete the work that I am missing; otherwise, I won't be able to take classes in the college for at least a year. I am unemployed and get disability benefits; I have nothing to do; the college is the only light for me at the end of the tunnel; that's why allow me to complete the work that I am missing. I need to give an Appeals letter to the Office of the Academic Standing in order to get the permission to complete the work I am missing. But I also need your written permission for that. So, what are we gonna do about it? How can you give me the written permission (if you, of course, agree to do it) if you don't teach in the college during the summer? How will we be able to meet?
Thank you in advance for answering this email...
P.S. And forgive me if my behavior in the class was a bit rude (like yawning and stuff)."
So, let's hope he'll allow me to take a make-up final exam...
I wouldn't let you make it up, and I'll tell you the specific line in which I based that decision. "I have nothing to do"
On top of that, you made no explanation, in truth or falsification, as to why you missed the exam and did not complete the course when you addressed the professor with this proposal. In spite of that, I'm actually a little surprised that I found no other appalling offense in the letter.
I expected your letter to read like the following:
"Hi. I am your former student. My name is Oleg. I used to be a member in your class until you gave me an incomplete grade. I would be rude like yawn and stuff, and so someone told me to leave the class and I did. Then another student invited me back, and you got mad so you made me leave the class again and told the other student to sit in the back even though he didnt want to. I told you I was on disability and I have nothing to do so you let me back in the class and told me I have to stay away from philosophical arguments and take the final exam. Im only human though. When I have nothing to do I want to talk about philosophical arguments. So instead I decided to not take the exam because I wanted to talk about philosophy instead. You let the other student take the final and Im only asking to take the final a little late than everyone else because Im on disability and am diagnosed with a small case of Aspergers and I want to talk about philosophy. If you dont let me take the exam Im going to be very angry with you because I have nothing else to do and its not fair that everyone can take the exam but not me. Hello? Where are you, why are you taking a vacation in the summer I need to register for more classes. Youre pissing me off, tell me now!
P.S. if you dont let me take the exam then fuck you"
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He should also put something in there about wanting sex really bad, too. I think that would help his argument. :yup:
Yes, the wanting to talk about philosophy is only half of the story. Lets not underestimate the boy.
[Cheesy 70's music plays in the background]
Oleg: Hi, professor. I really need to talk to you.
Professor Fulnutz: You seem troubled. What's on your mind?
Oleg: I'm going to get kicked out of school if I can't get my grade improved in our class.
Professor: That does sound serious. It would be a shame for such a handsome, strong, young man- such as yourself- to be unable to attend school here.
*Professor looks at Oleg, then slowly looks down.*
Oleg: Gosh, professor. I just couldn't do anything like that...I'm too sore from earning my way back onto the wrestling team.
:drummer:
That's it by Jove! That's what Oleg has to do; tempt the Prof. back from his summer holidays with his soft, fragrant young bum. Why didn't we think of this sooner?
What is it with you and arse fragrance?
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Fair point, well presented.
Are there any pretty women on this forum that live in NYC? If yes, please contact me because I want to have sex. Thank you in advance.
Man, life sucks. I feel so depressed, so lonely, so disabled... I can't understand anybody; people are just beyond my understanding. I am doomed... doomed... Everything sucks... No point in taking drugs; nothing and no one will ever help me... Today I haven't even brushed my teeth... Why I turned out to be this way... why...
Now it's 12:52 a.m. and I wanna go outside, to sit on the porch near my building, to look at people... I am mentally disabled...
What else to say... I dunno...
Then dont.Seriously,dont.
Oleg life is absurd - grasp this fact and release the key to life.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zPGb4...eature=related
Oh man...
He never answered that email. Maybe he's on vacation, but even people who have a vacation check their emails, as far as I know.
And mjmacky, I told him the truth when I said "I have nothing to do." I have nothing to do except playing games, trying to read that book I took out from a library, and dreaming about having sex with an attractive woman.
This Oleg fellow is probably autistic, or dyspraxic, or something else. See a docked, err, take some meds, or get the sand out of your vagina and stop whining.
I feel so disabled... There are things in life I will never be able to understand... I fear everyone and everything... Life sucks...
Today I drank one glass of white wine. Then I came home, played a game, and ate.
Gotta start washing the dishes in my kitchen.
A few minutes ago, I started washing the dishes, but now I came back to my room.
Let me knowwhenif you actually do anything .