Random Thoughts: Stuff bothering me

1. Lots of interesting convos with friends today made me really sad that I never had a brother. Truth be told when I was a little kid I used to cry over the fact I didn't have an older bro. I'm thankful for friends like The Guy and male friends in general that help fill that void.
2. People who say 1 thing and do another.
3. My mom constantly saying "she's praying," and talking like prayer is the answer to everything.
4. My mom being so indecisive and acting like my dad and I are ignoring her with all this home improvement stuff.
5. The sub system I use to pick up jobs has been "upgraded" for the better, but that's created more problems than anything.
6. Time. Who has it? Friends? Myself? Not so much. Haven't talked to Gonzo, Foot Fetish, Vero, or Marci in forever. I did hang out with Dennis last weekend, which was pretty awesome. We saw Precious and had dinner at Panera. We joked our time together was "precious." It was.
7. People who don't take my advice on things like computers. My mom's computer really needed a fresh install (blue screen, video card errors, not loading the start menu, programs constantly missing), yet she was insistent a bigger hard drive would solve the problem. I know what I'm talking about damn it, and no, you have enough computer backups of all your work to last until the end of time.
8. Genealogy. I don't really care I was related to Bobby Joe, or Chrissy Sue, or whomever.
9. My doctor's appointment tomorrow. I'm scared. I'm bothered. I'm nervous.
10. Christmas carols when it is warm outside.
11. Random awkward conversations with people.
12. My psych professor

Which reminds me... story time...

so last night in psych class we got our midterms back. The professor wrote on the board "a paragraph does not equal 20 points." She scolded the class, many undergrads, who only wrote 1 paragraph on their midterm. She also mentioned something about not having enough details, not knowing how to write an essay, how she is so smart because she has a doctorate, and how she has all this money she can afford to help people. You get the idea. Well, I was beyond caring at this point. I was being the annoying kid who has his cell phone out in class and I was checking out my phone. Professor comes up and stands in front of me and says, "Mike, you aren't paying attention to me." I told her "no." She said that she was scolding me about my poor essay and why wasn't I looking at her. Smart Ass Mike came out and said, "WELL, in SOME cultures it is a sign of disrespect to look someone in the eyes when you are talking to them." The class let out a sort of hush, then I got a round of applause. (They hate the woman just about as much as I do). I continue on and say that I didn't think any of this applied to me. I wrote more than 1 paragraph for my essay, I had several details, I talked about whatever lame ass theory she wanted to hear, and so I wasn't bothered. She let out a sigh and walked away. I got a 19/20 and a 17/20 on the essays. I confused her sons, which I used as my examples, since that is the only info she gave us on that topic, and basically was penalized for getting their names mixed up. They both start with J, Jim and Jeff, or I mean jack off and jack ass, either way I couldn't keep them straight. Oh well. I win and walked out of class feeling like I succeeded.