Fuck. Shitty fuck fuck, damnit.

Ok, so I've been up all night for the last three bloody nights working on this stupid fucking deadline for my magazine production class, only to have the teacher come in today (noon, no less. I haven't even left the building in 15 hours. She should have been in at 8, according to the sign she left up). Anyway, she comes in and immeadiately starts bitching about how on earth I could have gotten in. I was fucking here when she left last night! How the hell does she think I got it?! ARRRGGG! To make matters worse, she's all pissy now and wants me to get off my current computer (the only one with access to the scanner) so she can go to her stupid flash-based games site, since this computer is one of the few that has flash. Talk about lame! She's the fucking teacher!!! What the fuck. She also claims if I don't get this shit in by two, I'll get a "less than desirable grade." What's that even mean? Would I fail, or just get a B, or what? But she's so pissy, I can't ask that at the moment. If I knew how much the grade would be deducted, I'd just hightail it out now and go sleep or something.

People suck.

Ok, now your turn to bitch. knock yourself out.

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People do suck, especially teachers. Worse though is school itself - the topic of this next rant.

For the past two weeks I have been having, what I like to call, a Festival of Work. Save for today and last saturday, I have been doing nothing but crap crap crappy work. Each and every day I'd go in to school at 7:20AM, come home from school at 3:20PM, and do homework from 3:30-midnightish. When I say every night, I mean every night. The main attention whores for these evenings have been spanish, government, and physics homework. It doesn't stop there, however. Thanks to good ol' physics, I had to come in to school at 7AM for 2 of the past days, and at 6:30AM for one of the past days. On top of all this, I have a college class every Tuesday night from 6:30PM-9:30PM. Now add a fucking religion class through my church. Had to go to that last Sunday for 2 hours and then I had to write a bullshit letter to the Archbishop which took a good 45 minutes. Moving on, I also had to write three essays for this National Honors Society thing - a good 2 hours of work. The list goes on... Community service. Last Sunday I spent 3 hours serving food to the bums of this city, half of which were ingrateful sons of bitches. I also had to take the ACT last saturday - An elapsed time of 7 hours.

Next week isn't looking any better. All of my teachers have conveniently decided to make large projects due near March 1st. I have two spanish "experiences" to complete, which basically means that I go to a spanish restaurant, grab a menu, and write a paper in spanish reflecting on the "experience." I also have a skit to come up with, film, and show to class in Spanish by the end of the week. For this college class, I have a presentation to do for March 1st... The biggest, most grade-influencing presentation of the semester... Plus a 2 page paper due on the same day. I haven't started any of this, so next week should be fun fun fun.

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What kind of a fucking school is this? Where the hell does she get off demanding to know how you got in then chuck you off your comp so she can play mind-numbing flash trash to fill the obvious voids she has going on in her life. One of which being no life at all. If I were you honey, I'd give the bitch 50 cents to ring life-line and a hershey bar and tell her to take a hike to the teachers lounge. Bloody hell. That's fucked up right there.



Write another letter but this time to the pope, and go into detail about pyromania and the church and ask him while you're at it if you can sue him for anything that has happened to you personally due to the direct actions of god? Christ, what is the world coming too?

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It's coming to dinner. Time for some supper!

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I can say now I've met the most annoying bitch in history....oh and she's the woman my cousin married and who is staying at my dads this weekend. She is one of those people that just talks, and talks, and talks, and...well, you get the idea.
Mostly its about her mindnumbingly boring friends and family, and any conversation can be turned in on itself to suddenly be about her. When someone can explain to me what the Cold War has to do with Janett down the streets poodle I'll shut up.
I'm sitting here looking at a blank word document that I've been looking at for the past 30 minutes trying to get my Literature homework done and all I can think about is her voice which is somehow seeping through the walls of 3 rooms no less that is bitching about some thing or another.
Last time I tried to put Korn or Green Day on as loud as I could to drown out her meaningless babble she came in 2 minutes later and asked me to turn it down, it was distracting her. For FUCKS SAKE.


PP, you're a bloody gem, I needed that.

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feels great to vent, doesn't it?

mmkay, so I finally watched Boondock Saints. Like, for the last four days. People like this count as "evil," right?

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Evil? Hardly. I'd say more along the lines of maniacly inclined.

I don't have so much a rant, but it's more like a happy note. I want to bring happiness to this thread. I see so much despair, hatred, and bad chi. Let's get pumped up ya'll! Turn those frowns upside down! Put a smile on your face! If it gets any worse, just think, you wish you could have been happy while being angry, because now this time you're even more angry, because it got harder, and now you're double or EVEN more angrier, when you could just be happy. Don't worry be happy.

Happiness is Ssenippah backwards. Think about it.

That is all.

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Yesterday I had just gotten back from doing something, soccer I think it was. But anyway as I was passing the dorm next to mine while fumbling around for keys I kinda easdropped on what they were talking about, an argument over religon being real or not or some bull like that. For some reason I got ticked off, now usually I might enjoy the occasional conversation about such. But lately Im starting to see the extreme pointlessness of it all.

I see this so often its sickening, over and over it seems to be the same people starting these conversations about life, death and any other existenialism type stuff. My point is these same people that bring up the discussion about life seem to be the ones who have none. How about instead of sitting on your ass all day talking about religon being wrong, how stupid this and that is and the like. Accept that people will still have their beliefs whether you like them or not, life isnt perfect so shut the hell up and actually go live it.

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Ohh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph! I mutha-futhing hate MONDAYS! Why-oh-why-oh-why do they exist!?!?!?! This Monday isn't so bad, but it's just the whole feeling around Mondays that I hate. I like my job, but FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK Mondays SUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK...they really, really do.

"Sounds like a case of the Mondays..." - I've said it, so you don't have to.

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^Word

And yes it does PP.

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