Terrabyte again.

I found Terrabyte's website. I wish I hadn't.

I'm not going to be so cruel to provide a link to it (mostly because it also contains his real name), but upon reading it, I got this strangely rewarding yet infuriating feeling that you get when you realise that all your prejudices and stereotypical assumptions turn out to be true.

Here is an excerpt from his "About Me" section (his website is in German and English):

"My main interests are physics, chemistry, minerals and China. I have got also other interests: history, geography, philosophy, airplanes, weapons. Concerning China and East Asia I am interested in its history, in its culture, in its art and in its philosophy. I like Chinese buildings and objects. My favorite food is from East Asia. I like very much fried noodles with chicken meat. I collect minerals. My most favorite mineral is rock crystal with its nice symmetric crystals. I like to work and play video games on my PC and I do many daily tasks with my PC. Programming is interesting, too. I like to read books. Most of the books are specialized books, but as entertainment I also read novels (thriller). For example I like the book "The Lord of the Rings" and also the movie. Another entertainment for me is to play video games and to watch movies. My favorite video game is "Deus Ex" and my favorite movies are "The godfather" (all parts) and "Star Wars" (all parts). "

He doesn't study computer sciences, but I was absolutely fucking right about everything else. He has a lot of small, useless programs for download that he programmed himself. They are mostly physics and mathematics related. He also made a few Java Applets, but on those pages, his English is so terrible that I have no idea what they're supposed to be doing.

Monday's coming up...

Oh fuck it. Monday's coming up. There are times I feel that Mondays aren't all that bad, and I ask myself what all the fuss is actually about. But this term, Mondays are absolutely atrocious. All day, I'm stuck in lectures I don't have the slightest interest in, and somehow, the prospect of yet another work-filled autumn week isn't appealing to the slightest.
No, there isn't anything to look forward to next week. For a while, it seemed that at least I would make it to the Slayer gig on Wednesday, but my wallet just laughed at me.
I'm really trying to find something positive about next week, but the only thing that at least gives me a hint of comfort is the thought of getting pissed on Friday night to forget about the ordeal of the past five days.
To give you, dear reader (if you even exist) an example, tomorrow is that awful lecture I share with Terrabyte, whom I have spoken of a few posts ago. Last week, I watched him open his briefcase -indeed, he does not carry his stuff in a bag like everybody else, but a fucking briefcase!- to take out his pens, and I saw that it was full of plastic bags and -catch this!- underwear. Indeed, last week I was the third person to join the exclusive club of people who saw Terrabyte's underwear (the other two being Terrabyte himself and his mother). I fucking hate my life.

I'm going to write a retrospect of the coming week on Friday. If I have anything positive to report about it, please post a comment (you don't have to write more than just an asterisk or anything like that), and I'll have a pint (or shot) on each of you. Yes, you got that right: I'm already planning my Friday night breakdown one week in advance.

Students suck.

I hate it when new terms begin. For the first two weeks, all students flock into the lectures, disciplined and highly-motivated only to drop out one by one until only a hard core of regulars is left by mid-term. And at the exams, you meet people you literally haven't seen in half a year.
I don't even mind it so much in the lectures themselves, but I get stressed out with everything surrounding it. It takes you half an hour to get your half-arsed parody of a meal in the cafeteria because the first-terms did not inform themselves how to pay properly, or they never heard anything of etiquette and just stand still in the middle of an aisle, effectively blocking it. And that's not even mentioning the mile-long queues that make it look like you'd actually get something decent to eat (but it's the same old shit as always).
Then there are those bicycle-Hitlers who have nothing better to do than insist to shove their bike in an overloaded tube at half nine in the morning, when catching a breath of air is already a challenge.

So, I was sitting in this lecture entitled "basics of marketing" that the BA system forces me to endure when I noticed this loser who is most likely studying computer science -for now, I will call him Terrabyte, due to his rather enormous body size- incessantly turning his head to my direction. Obviously, he kept staring at the girl sitting next to me, who was actually quite pretty, but unbearable for the thick cloud of cheap perfume she had floating around her.
So Terrabyte kept turning round to her, though pretending to "just look around the room" after having his eyes feast on her for an extra second or five. I'm not going to go into detail of how obnoxiously ugly Terrabyte was, but I got a kick out of imagining the conversation ensuing had he actually had the courage to chat her up after the lesson (I love unrealistic scenarios). It probably would have gone something like this:

Terrabyte: "H-h-h-h-h-hi. A-a-a-a-are y-y-y-y-you i-i-i-i-in th-th-th-this c-c-c-course as w-w-w-ell?"
Chick: "You saw me. Go figure, freak."
Terrabyte: "I'm... n-n-n-n-n-not a f-f-f-freak. I'm a l-l-l-level four d-d-d-d-dragon w-w-w-wizard."
Chick leaves.

Later on, the lecturer later passed the word to a colleague of his, who was also a rather attractive woman. Needless to say, Terrabyte did not turn around anymore from this point on.
I did not have the misfortune of hearing his voice until yesterday, when the next lesson took place. The female lecturer I mentioned was holding this one by herself, and it was obvious that Terrabyte did his utmost to impress her, miserably failing on the way and making a complete arse of himself instead, trying to discuss a quick example she had used to illustrate a point. Instead of the ten seconds it took to name the example and go on, Terrabyte forced her to justify her choice of words for five minutes.

I'm aware of the irony of using an online blog to vent my anger over such pathetic losers as Terrabyte, but quite honestly, I don't care.