Update on my Degree

Well after dealing with the retarded bureaucracy at Wayne State, I'm finally done. Not without problems but I'm done. If you read my previous post you know the problem I had obtaining my degree, if you have not read it shame on you, recap here first, then read the rest.
Well back in Feb. I tried to get a class waived and boy was that fun, my student adviser sat on my HS transcripts for six months doing nothing, when I applied for my degree I find that out. So I went to the Advising center the following day, and wanted to talk to someone about waiving the class, I got there at 8:30 in the morning, which by the way sucks to go to Wayne State that early. I go to ask the secretary/student aide and asked him if I could see an adviser told him my major, and my problem he told me I needed my transcripts, I had not received the extra transcript from the Archdiocese of Detroit Archives yet.

So I go to the Business school who have a copy of my transcripts, and ask for a copy of MY records, and was told they're not sure if they could do that. WTF they are my damn transcripts, that I paid to be sent to the school, and was told at 8:40 am to wait to talk to an adviser, they don't come in til 9. Thanks, so I'm sitting their waiting, practically twiddling my thumbs, because there is nothing better to do, and advising the other students to run away from the advisers, and figure out what to do on your own, because they are completely pointless. So the first adviser comes in about 9:10 and, overhear the Secretary telling her they can't find my records in their filing system. AWESOME, so now you have completely screwed me over you lazy bastards. So the adviser looks for them, and finds them in the graduation pile, which they told me I could not do yet. So walking to her office I tell her I only need a copy of my H.S. transcripts, I am told to come into her office to talk, now if this was a porn, it might have been fun, but I had to wake up early on my only sleep in day of the week to come here dammit. So in her office she asks me what I wanted, and I tell here again that I only want a copy of my H.S. transcripts. She says that she can do that since they technically are mine, NO SHIT Sherlock thats why I'm here. Then she asks me why I and have to explain the same story again. She looks at me and says who did you talk to because we talked to Mrs. something, and they said they couldn't do it. So far I have talked to whover you guys gave me the number to, and was told that you have absolutely no idea what the hell you are doing, and I agreed.

I finally get a copy and go back to the advising center talk to the same secretary for the 4th time in two damn days, tell him my story again, and my major, and he then proceeds to tell me that they do not help business school students, I tell him that I know how to read the signs posted everywhere, but I was told to come here by the business school. The older possibly a secretary sitting in the back overheard my conversation, and told me to come to her, I have to once again explain the whole ordeal to a new person, show her the letter I got from the business school, and she says she will get someone who can help me. About 5 mins later she brings over a person and tells me to tell her my story, again. She then asks me if I can get a course catalog from my school, I tell her that would be hard since my school closed a few years ago, and they don't have these anymore. She ten asks if I can get a course description from the school, and I re-explained that the school closed, and that means that they don't have these records there anymore.

Now this is where I tell her that this has happened to other students including my sister, and that the only thing I can get is a copy of a letter my old guidance counselor wrote, explaining that it was actually two semesters of speech. She says to bring it, so I call Kasia on the way out, and she says that she'll look for it. Fast forward about a week or two, I go back to the advising center, and ask to talk to Mrs. Whatever, because I was told I need no appointment to come see her again, being 9 am and me being there I hoped to get this finally done, but was told they were in a meeting till 11am, yes all guidance counselors, for Wayne State, had decided to screw and shun the students for 2.5 hours that morning. SO, I do what I always do when I'm bored, I go online and find weird, and sometimes funny things (you should know this by now, if you have seen/read any parts of my blog). She comes in about 11, and talks to a friend for like 10 minutes at the door, as I am politely waiting, thankfully she remembers me and my problem, so there is no need to go through the whole story again. I bombard her with multiple letters, from my old school, my sister and WSU, she looks confused, and says she will copy them take care of the problem and let my adviser know that I can get my degree.

I did not hear anyting from my adviser for quite some time, and email her last week, I kept checking online, and read degree pending, no response from my adviser yet. 4 days after the email I get this response:
HI Konrad,
We will forward your info over to the Records dept. at the end of the
W08 semester, they will then mail the diploma.
Hope this helps

Why yes it does because I need my degree to apply to Grad school, and I check online and says degree awarded, So I'm done with you, then realize crap I'm coming back to you for Grad School. WSU is a new circle of Hell, if Dante could write a new book it would be set at the campus offices of WSU.

Best Best Man's Speech I ever heard

This guy is awesome to do this, you have to watch the video:

Ultimate Best Man Speech - video powered by Metacafe

Never Forget the Classics

Ahh remember the days before game saves, where you actually tried to beat a game in one sitting? How about blowing a cartridge to get a game to work? Remember getting bored with games and actually going outside to play as a kid? Man those were the days, no worries, no cares and some awesome games you will always remember. Well try to relive some past glory here, and make sure to have fun, so bust out the ecto cooler Hi-C, find that slap on wrist band and let your worries fade away.

Currently Listening to...

Obadiah Parker, what you haven't heard of them? Yes it's a band from Arizona, they did a really good job on the acoustic cover of Hey Ya by Outkast. Check out their myspace page here, and if you like their music you can buy it on itunes. I've been listening to the cd for a while now and like every song on it, which for me is a rarity.

F*CK Cars

So last Saturday we go to a restaurant and Mike tells me that one of my headlights is out, no biggie I thought. So Sunday I go to Murray's and look for the bulb, I need an HID-D2R bulb, but wait it's not on the shelf, I do the unmanly thing and ask for help. So he looks for the bulb and HOLY FUCK its $129.99 FOR A FUCKING BULB. First thought you're kidding me right, Nope even he's like fuck thats expensive. So he says that they don't have them in stock, and that I have to order it, but I would have to pay first, I'm basically bent over a table and going ok. So we go to order it, but the computer won't let him, whoever the fuck put a bulb in the computer with a price that is in no stores and can't be ordered thanks asshole for giving me hope and instantly taking it away. SO I am told to go to Richard's Auto Parts for the bulb, it's on 8 mile and Dequindre, at least the one open on Sundays is. So i had to go to work and put it off till Monday.
Monday comes around call Richard's and he can order the part for $98, I told him fine go ahead, so I buy the part, go home and replace the bulb, and lo and behold the light still doesn't fucking work, WTF I'm getting pissed. I go back to the auto parts store and tell the man with the lazy eye what happened and all he can tell me is there is no return or exchanges on electrical parts, Fuck you little man and fuck the other wall you are looking at when you are talking to me. You could have told me that before I paid $98 for a bulb, you could have pointed to that nonexistent sign stating this, or you could have been like fuck you white boy and not ordered the part, so now I am even angrier at the store and myself.
So i go to my mechanic friend and ask him about my light, he checks my old light and said it was fine so he tells me to bring my car into the shop. So I do, he checks the electrical and tells me the light modulator is broken, did you know xenon bulbs needed their own electrical modulator because I did not. SO I ask him how much it would cost, he goes to his computer and looks up the Dealer price of GET THIS $453.20, my first thought FUCK YOU NISSAN, my second thought that is insane, and he agrees. He tells me to just buy one on ebay.
So later that day, I find an auction of a guy selling the whole headlight for $110.00 with a working bulb and electrical modulator, or what in the normal world is called an electrical ballast. 3 days later I get the part unscrew the ballast and go to the mechanic, he takes out the headlight, takes out the ballast and looks at mine and realizes that they are not the same, fucking after market parts. He tells me I have to get another one, and I'm going FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK. I tell him i have the headlight I took it out from my trunk, and we just decided to replace the whole thing, best part was he did it for free. So now I have two working headlights, 2 extra xenon bulbs a spare headlight and a hatred for xenon lights in cars.

I'm not even going to try and explain this

Alright I know I put up weird stuff on my so-called blog, but this is just weird. The link will take you to a Mormon guide on how to overcome something, what that something is you are going to have to find out. I get enough strange visitors looking for stuff that they are not expecting, so no explanations, hopefully no weird visitors because of this post, so just have fun and read the guide here.

I tried something similar

I used to play with my zippo lighters a lot in high school, hence the whole pyro group thing. But I would sometimes put the lighter fluid in my palm and light it, it wouldn't burn me thanks to gravity, but you have to make sure to throw the remaining liquid out of your hand before it burns all the way, neat trick by the way. But this guy took it to a whole new level of awesomeness:

Playing with Fireballs
Yes thats right how to make your own damn fireballs, just watch the video and don't burn your house down.