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[LoLo]

Quick little rant.

Recently my mom has started saying some small little comment right as I have just put food in my mouth and then gets angry with me for not responding while I am still chewing. Yeah, this annoys me, almost as much as when she waits to tell me something while she can see I'm typing and then gets angry that I didn't hear her. I was typing before you started talking, so you should be able to tell that my concentration is elsewhere!

[Pikasyuu]

Getting slapped in the face for daring to let someone know there are no hard feelings on your end. I don't know what makes people so comfortable that they think it's alright to lash out at a friend without losing that friend, but the insanity of it all doesn't make it sting any less.

[Faerieryn]

an addition to my rant.

Today a consultant from on high came to see us. She too mentioned that she knew what our HOD was like and that wroking around him is a pain, but we are doing well. The knowledge of his ineptitude goes further than us! People who work for the County know he is useless! Seriously why is it that no one is doing anything??????

[michael1384]

Gah. You knew I got awkward when people told me about their sex lives and you STILL told me. I mean, I know you made a mistake and needed advice and thought I was one of the only people you could trust, and I'm flattered, I really am. But EUARGH!

It makes it somewhat worse that I have feelings for you.

[Yannick]

Hmm. Is it tasteless to rant about a friend's mom? The girl is 16 and can't hang out at the mall among friends after a movie. Friends her mom hasn't met, regardless of how freaking awesome they are, can't come. No boys. No movie hopping.

...

Sort of mad at said friend. Disobey your mother, ffs.

Meh.

[Pikasyuu]

iiiiiiii have been feeling like the biggest effing bum. seriously.
i already know a non-cosmetology job i'd like, but my trouble is wanting to wait for my boards schedule before going after a job - i also have no issue working two jobs as long as i can get out of the house for two seconds. even the WORST days at school, the absolute down at the bottom of the barrel come home in tears because girls are mean and like to make up lies days at school were not as bad as staring at four walls all day. it drives me insane. and yes, i talk about medication to an annoying point, but since i have no desire to be an opiate junkie (which is easy with an addictive personality and a love for them), i make a conscious decision to stop taking my opiate/anti-depressant hybrid at least once every two months. sometimes i slack and do it late and it gets worse, so i feel awful. combine that with the last two weeks i've had and being sick, and i am just on my last nerve with feeling sorry for myself.
familial rejection gets to me because of my history with it. the easiest way to hurt my feelings is to reject or dislike me for little to no reason. not even because i've done anything without knowing it, for no reason. and the things my aunt (on my dad's side) said to me in response to my letting her know i was hurt by her pretending i didn't exist hurt on a level i didn't even remember i had, especially because it opened up a box of things from childhood that i have taken a lot of time to bury and put behind me. i don't like facing backwards, especially not when there are bad things to remember and doubly so when there are good things to remember that are no longer happening. my issues with my dad and his life are deeply embedded and sensitive enough that i don't talk about them until something like this happens and i just FFFFFFFF can't seem to shut my mouth. the extra awkward part of it is that every time i remark about it, no one around me has anything to say, so i wind up feeling ashamed that i said anything about myself in the first place and try to remind myself not to speak on a personal level unless it's positive anymore. i'm already a private person to begin with and i don't trust most people enough with personal information like that, so regardless of whether it was intentional or not, i still feel embarrassed and stupid.
and then there's waking up every day at five pm covered in sweat and looking like a complete hobo in a dirty room with absolutely no will to so much as peel myself out of bed. since getting off the birth control of doom with its horrible side effects, my body is acting like it's miscarrying and most of it is pretty painful. if motivation and energy were for sale, i'd rob a f*cking bank at this point. it's pathetic. and i am now finished with it.

RANT OVER. <3

[voices_in_my_hea...]

WARNING: Really Really REALLY long and ranting rant of a rant ahead. Feel free to skip over this.


EURGHHHH.

I try so, so hard to get along with my boyfriend's friends. I hang out with them. I joke around with them like they're my best friends. But no matter how hard I try...


Let's cut to the chase.

They are the biggest LAMPing Bastages I have ever come across.

Offence Number One:
All they do is smoke pot. They smoke pot before and after they smoke pot, and if there's any time inbetween they'll smoke some pot. Listen, I'm a very open-minded lady when I comes to recreational drugs and such. But christ! All I can do is sit there while they pass it around, jabbering about some video game, and think "you could be doing SO MUCH WITH YOUR LIFE right now! MOVE!"

Number Two:
I understand that I am usually (read:always) the only female in the. However, I am not, ever, in any way, going to go after any of you. I am dating one of your best friends so maybe you should tone down the whole "hitting on me" thing. It's not flattering, it's annoying.

Three:
Listen, I Understand that you're totally against the close-minded nature of most of Amercias youth, but you're not proving anything by constantly ranting about how everything other than metal music is worthless. And you're not proving it by boldly rejecting everything that you deem "popular."
This does not, Read: DOES NOT make you cool or original or "hardcore" (Or, as you polietely reminded me "only emofags say hardcore. You're supposed to say "metal"") And you're not gaining any goody points by saying that *I'm* a hipster. All you're doing is fitting people into the molds and cliches that you work so very hard to avoid.

Four:
Oh, speaking of your weird obsession with metal music, you should really stop digging on me for missing that metal concert a year ago. You know why I missed it? Because we got into a car wreck and I had a horrible panic attack. But you know, thanks for bringing that up. It's not like I had just had my biggest phobia exposed directly to me. No, it was all cool. I was just trying to keep michael from seeing the bands with you.

And last of all, just because YOU don't like some people, it is extremely rude to continue to make fun of said people after someone in the group has stated that they're best friends with them. I don't sit there and make fun of your friends. But no, go ahead and cut a friend of mine down to my face. Just keep asserting your point until I give up argueing.


I'm torn.

I WANT to be friends with these guys. They are not always horrible, and when they have their good moments they are really, really great.
And I don't want to insult my boyfriend by dissing HIS friends.
But...I really think I'm going to give up on that.

[Yannick]

God I am pissed at my group for the English project due tomorrow. Normally, I couldn't care less if a project is left until the last minute. Hell, I'd encourage it. But people, this is not an effective method for group work! Group Member A has been breathing down my neck since Friday to get this stuff in. I made you aware of this, B and C. Yet both of you choose to submit your work (to give to A, because you're incapable of doing so yourselves) 10:30 the night before it's due? Again, normally, not a problem. Yet, both of you are aware of the circumstances surrounding A (crazy mother, early bedtime, limited computer access), and you still choose to submit your portions well after the last minute? No. I am not carrying your weight and doing your work for you. When we fail, you will feel the hate.

Maaaaan, I did not want to be in the group with the pothead and the stupid chick. Thank you, teacher, for that wonderful counting off you did.

[Yannick]

*bump* Oh look.. another school rant.

I want to preface this by saying that I like teachers, I really do. I know some students that hate teachers as much as stoners hate cops; I'm not like that. If you're a teacher, there's honestly very little you need to do to get me to like you - one you're paid for, the other is common courtesy. Teach. Don't be a b*tch. This is a rant about the former. Look, I honestly like this woman. She's sweet, pretty funny, and has an awesome grading scale. What I can not stand in a teacher, especially math-related, is this:
Teacher: It has come to my attention that most of you guys aren't reading the [AP Statistics] book. Here's a reading quiz to reward those that are. Guys, this is a college class. It's not fair that some of you are getting good grades without putting in any effort.
Class: *facedesk + groan*

Sorry, WHAT? Ok, history, yeah, go home, read the text book to get what's "in the box" before you come into class and elaborate outside the box. Cool. Physics, chem, okay, textbook can be a reference, maybe assign some vocab homework straight from the chapter, alright. Foreign languages, again, a reference or for studying, if necessary.

Math? You want me to read my *math* textbook? Wtf will you teach me, then? It might be different if you were going to make some awesome connections in class, really making Stats come together for your students. No. We go over homework. Sort of. She spends like half an hour on one problem because.. some of the kids in the class.. seriously. Basically, we sit there and talk, maybe learning how to something on our calculators.

TEACH me. Stop with the "Gotcha!" crap because we aren't reading the textbook. Do your job. Your job isn't telling me to read.

[Phyllis]

Every year. EVERY YEAR.

As soon as I think of something to get moop for Christmas/anniversary/his birthday/Tuesday, we have the following conversation:

moop: "I'm going to buy this."
Me: "But you can't."
moop: "Why?"
Me: "BECAUSE."
moop: "Why?"
Me: "BECAUSE YOU CANNOT."
This carries on for some time, until finally, he guesses that I wanted to get it for him.

I cannot remember the last time he was surprised by a gift from me. Hmph!