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 Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 2:23 pm
Have something to get off your chest but don't want to bring down the people in the chat thread? Feel free to post rants from the tiniest issue to the most monumentally big. If people want to comment on the rants, feel free to offer advice or solace, but try to stay on-topic.
Reader Beware
Though we aren't generally huge on cursing in this guild, the Rants thread is a different story. Read at your own risk, and please don't be offended if someone (like myself -cough) posts the F-word in capital letters repeatedly here.
- Rave
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 3:50 pm
so, in graphics (yearbook) we all have scheduled day to take pictures for the candid and intramural pages. today being wednesday, was my day. for the first half of lunch i sit with Michelle at the top of the stairs (our usual spot) and we're having fun watching the reactions of people that i snipe (take pictures of). after we finish eating, she wants to join my little tour of the school (usually she doesn't) and we head off. once we get to the library though, we hit a "speed bump".
right when we enter, we immediately see that everyone is on the computer, only two people are at a table and one girl is just leaving. i quickly take a picture of her, and then planned to "snipe" the people at the table, but it just so happened that the librarian walked out of her little office at that moment i took the picture of the girl leaving. she begins to go on about how that it's against the law to do this because what if a student is trying to hide from parents that they can't be with and no one signed a permission slip. i try to get in and say that what my teacher told me, "As long as I am on public property, I am allowed to take pictures," and how if that was the case that person can come to the yearbook themselves and say that. of course she won't have it and goes on about not being courteous to others and that, and how she'd gladly ask the people here in the library if i could take their pictures. at this moment Michelle whispers that we should leave.. when it looks like the librarian is done her rant, i decide to make my exit, but then she points to the people at the table and says aren't i going to take pictures of them? i give her a jumbled explanation and leave.
shortly after we leave i another argument hits me: if a parent was trying to say, kidnap their child, how would they get a hold of the yearbook?
another weird thing is that we haven't had problems with her before. :/
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 2:18 pm
K, Shia just found this out and, considering the pressure put on us to sell our cars, IS ROYALLY P-OED! scream
A 15 mpg clunker that travels 12,000 miles a year uses 800 gallons
of gas a year.
A 25 mpg vehicle that travels 12,000 miles a year uses 480 gallons
a year.
So, the average Cash for Clunkers transaction will reduce US
gasoline consumption by 320 gallons per year.
They claim 700,000 clunkers were turned-in, so that's 224 million
gallons saved per year.
That equates to a bit over 5 million barrels of oil.
5 million barrels is about 5 hours worth of US consumption.
More importantly, 5 million barrels of oil at $70 per barrel costs
about $350 million dollars
So, the government paid $3 billion of our tax dollars to save $350
million.
We spent $8.57 for every dollar we saved.
YEAH! GREAT! THAT'S SO WONDERFUL!
AND THESE ARE THE GUYS THEY WANT TO PUT IN CHARGE OF OUR HEALTH?! YOU'RE F-ING KIDDING ME!!!
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 8:49 pm
All right, so.
These past few days I've been in progressively nastier moods. In an instant I can switch from happy to wanting to rip someone's face off. I've been attributing it to mood swings - I'm PMSing so it seemed like a reliable excuse.
Except, well, that's not what it is.
Mind you, my mood swings can be pretty terrible things. Raging one moment and sobbing the next. But feeling the great desire to kill myself? No, not really. That's a bit out of the ordinary, and a big, flashing road sign to myself that this isn't just hormones. It's depression. The word itself makes me cringe, I still sometimes think it's all just a figment of my imagination. But when I face down that soul-crushing self-hatred, that loathing that sears me to my very core and robs me of every iota of my happiness... That's kind of hard to make up.
It's hard to describe how very destructive depression is. You're not just sad, you're miserable and there's no way out. Nothing is there to save you, nobody is there. You lose interest in things you were once excited about, your relationships suffer because quite frankly, you don't have the energy or feel any desire to be with anyone but lonely, miserable you. It's not a pity party though - at least not in my case. I have no pity for myself, I'm a wretched waste of flesh and bones and it'd be very satisfying to get hit by a bus one day and just not exist anymore. I wouldn't be a burden on anyone, and those resources could go to someone who does matter.
I don't want sympathy. That's not why I wrote this. I just wanted to blow off steam, and perhaps get someone to understand just a little of what I'm going through. I'm not being melodramatic - at least, I'm not doing it on purpose. I apologize if it seems that way. I'm just trying to survive.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 5:15 pm
O_o Wow, I didn't know you were going through something like that Winged. I think that you need to talk to someone about this. Everyone has a right to live and everyone has a right to be happy. I'm actually a little worried. I adore you as an internet friend and I'd be really sad if something were to happen to you. I don't want to know that you're suffering somewhere like this.
Edit: Problem solved.
Now to be a complete b***h and rant about my own problem that I originally wanted to write about before reading what you wrote Winged. I pray that everything gets better for you.
Well, recently my brother got suspended from school after a bit of nastiness with his ex-girlfriend. Long story short, she was blaming a lot of stuff on him that wasn't his fault. He made a facebook group about it to laugh it off, about how she thought everything bad that happened to her was his fault. Well, one of my friends went and reported the group to the principal as bullying. With the new law in my state against bullying, my brother got in a lot of trouble. I was pretty irked at my friend and blocked all contact with her on various websites. Now I understand my brother wasn't exactly innocent. He had done a lot of bad things to his ex, even if she was pretty nasty and horrible herself.
My friend is friends with my brother's ex-girlfriend and doesn't seem to realize how nasty she is. I can't say anything bad about her though because I could probably get into a lot of trouble if I did. Plus, my mom doesn't want me talking about it and I don't want to disrespect her. Recently, my friend has tried contacting me. She asked my other friend to talk to me about it, and she sent me an email that made me regret breaking contact with her. She said she respected me and that I was the only person who mattered to her.
I read the email to my mom who told me not to say anything back. She said my friend had betrayed me because of reporting my brother. She said I had to stick by my brother because Blood is thicker than water and family is the only thing that matter. I don't want to make her mad, but I really wanted to say. "And he's completely innocent? Mom, he's been pretty bad to his ex." My brother is an a*****e, I know that. He can be pretty nasty to people he doesn't like. He's sensitive, and lashes out at people when he's upset.
So I really don't know what to do. I really want to say something to my parents and I want to talk to my friend, or the girl who used to be my friend. At the same time, I don't want to get into arguments and I don't want to bad mouth anyway. I really have no idea what to do.
I don't really feel better talking about it, but I sorta want to see what anyone else thinks of the situation.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 1:07 pm
I'm in a rut.
At least, that's the best way to put it.
I can't find a job. I've graduated and now there's nothing to do with my days but this pressing feeling that I should be doing something. For a while I just cleaned but that got old, and the house would always be messy again an hour or so later. Then I went out and hunted for a job. I'm still doing that. Every couple of days I'll go try again, but I live in such a small town that my resources are about exhausted. I may have something lined up in a hospital, but I'm not getting my hopes up too high because I know I'll be crushed if it doesn't work out.
And let's face it, nothing ever really works out for me.
I've been in bed for days. I was in bed today for a while. My energy is at an all-time low. I'm not interested in much except the text messages I get from a new guy I'm talking to. My life is fading out, I feel. I don't know what to do to stop it. I'm trying to get up and do things but it's so hard and it's so tiring now because I'm so far down. I'm just fading away, and I'm afraid that if I don't find something to do soon I'll sink into depression again.
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Stark Raveling Mad Vice Captain
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Stark Raveling Mad Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 5:25 pm
******** SHITTY SHITFACED ******** GUYS!
I SWEAR.
SO IM TALKING TO THIS GUY RIGHT AND WE LIVE KINDA FAR APART BUT WE'RE CONSIDERING AN LDR AND I'D BE IN THE POSITION TO VISIT HIM SOON AND SEAL THE DEAL
AND I FIND OUT THROUGH FACEBOOK
THAT HE WENT ON A DATE
WITH ANOTHER ******** GIRL LAST NIGHT.
AND SHE POSTED IT ALLLLLL ON HIS WALL SO YOU KNOW SOME s**t WENT DOWN.
EXCUSE ME BUT WHEN YOU'RE TALKING TOM E YOU DO NOT DO NOT PULL A ******** STUNT LIKE THAT.
THAT EXPLAINS WHY HE DIDN'T TEXT ME BACK WHEN I SAID GOOD NIGHT TOO.
AND HE'S ALL CALLING ME SWEETHEART AND SAYING HE LOVES ME (NOT SERIOUS LOVE OF COURSE BUT A FLIRTY NEW KIND OF LOVE YOU KNOW) AND HE GOES OUT WITH ANOTHER GIRL? AND SHE 'HAD A BLAST'?
HE IS SO ******** TOAST.
BURNT. TOAST.
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 8:26 pm
OH MY GOD.
I THINK THE MAN I'VE BEEN VERY CASUALLY DATING . . IS STILL WITH HIS WIFE!
HE TOLD ME THEY WERE IN THE PROCESS OF DIVORCE. SHE CHEATED ON HIM TWICE, THEY GOT MARRIED YOUNG, ETC. HE'S 22. I BELIEVED HIM.
THEN I SEE THIS s**t ON FB ABOUT HOW SHE'S GOING TO THE BAHAMAS THURSDAY . . AND THURSDAY IS THE NIGHT HE WANTS ME TO COME SPEND THE NIGHT.
AND THERE ARE OTHER LITTLE ******** s**t.
WHY DO I ATTRACT SHITHEADS.
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Stark Raveling Mad Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 4:53 pm
I leave for school in a week. Yesterday I found out I have a new roommate. I'm going to act nice about it, even though I don't want a roommate. The one I had last semester was great. I loved her to bits but she's decided to do something else with her life. I'm very upset about it and I don't think I'll find a roommate that was as great as she was.
Anyway, in the past two days I've called her four times. I really need to talk to her because I have a mini fridge, microwave, carpet, and television and I need to let her know since we really only have one of each. I basically have six days to reach her and she won't answer her goddamn phone.
I don't know a thing about her. I don't know what she looks like, what she likes, how old she is, or even where she's from. My first roommate had nothing in common with me. Like, she liked to draw and that was it. She was disgusting. She left her goddamn coffee pot sitting out for a week and it got all moldy! She was disgusting! Not only that but she didn't give a s**t about me. I was alone the first two weeks of school because she was out all day. I need someone outgoing who will pay attention to me and actually talk to me. I get along with mostly anyone but I can't stand people who won't even talk to me.
I'm so pissed. Like, this sucks. I would rather be alone than deal with all this crap. Like, what if she doesn't get in contact with me? I want to know something about her!
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 10:19 pm
begin angry/hating self rant
ok I am officially sick of this. This is going to sound really strange to people but I am sick of myself. I have no dreams, no aspirations, no skills, no talents, no motivation and I'm a lazy self-centered b***h. I am constantly struggling with homework but truthfully its my own F******** fault. I never plan out my time, I never get started early and then I winge and b***h when the due date is tomorrow and I've barely done anything. My biggest problem is I dont know how to motivate myself. I constantly tell myself to get organised and do my work well and put effort in to it but I never can. I just dont care about the work, I want to - I really do. I want to be interested and care about it and work hard but I cant. All I ever seem to do is complain about it without ever actually doing anything about it.
I want to be more organised as well. I dont have to be an organisation freak (not that there's anything wrong with them, dont get me wrong) but I just want to be able to keep myself organised. But I dont know how to, I dont know how to organise my life and school work. Being organised seems to really help people and I dont understand how they do it.
I just feel so stupid and awful and I really am not liking the way I am right now.
and I just dont know how to change
I think it's all just come crashing down on me cos Im not having a very good day today. The problem with the lumps on my fingers are getting worse and I dont see the specialist until late next week, I cant eat for some reason today. Chewing makes my nose her uncontrollably and possibly worst of all I left my USB in the computer room at tafe. If I dont manage to get it back I am so F******* screwed it's not funny. I should have learnt my lesson the other week when my other usb crashed and I lost almost anything - it should have taught me to back it up often - but have I. No of course not because I never seem to learn my F****** lesson.
edit: THANKS FOR THE F******* HELP YOU USELESS PIECE OF ****. I just decided to ring tafe to see if someone could find out for me if it was still there and after being transfered like 3 times I get told: "are you here at the moment? No? Well go check with security tomorrow when you in. Bye" THANKS FOR NOTHING!!! How hard would it have been to go to the room and find out??? Apparently way to much for the useless ********* people at tafe.
edit 2: crisis averted. I sent my lecturer an email when I realised I'd left my usb in class. He just gave me a call back to say he'd found it. He's an amazing person, he said he rushed down to the classroom when he got my email to have a look. I can pick it up from him tomorrow morning.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 9:55 pm
A Brief Synopsis of my Shitty Day
I wake up, and can't find my phone charger. Euck. Borrow dad's. Crisis averted.
Then Kody tells me that he doesn't have a ride hom from work (his transmission is out) and I offer to pick him up, take him home, and maybe spend a few minutes together. We both had things to do later that day.
Wellll, I get to the gas station and my debit card is declined. Both at the pump and inside. In a panic I sped to the bank. I had money in my account, more than enough for pay for the amount of gas I wanted . . but something isn't right. There's a substantial amount of money missing. I took the time to go through my receipts and registry again, with a calculator. I keeep ALL receipts that I get from using my card and I haven't had cash money in hand since I deposited this entire paycheck. When I get my bank statement I'll find out where it went.
So, I withdrew most of what I had at the ATM. I left like four bucks in there 'cause you can only withdraw in increments of ten. Then, my friend calls. His car is blown up. He needs a ride to a town about forty-five minutes away. I tried to get off the hook. I explained to him my bank situation and that I really didn't have the gas, and that my boyfriend was with me and needed to be home soon to do some things around his house. He offered me fifty dollars, and I took the offer. It's going to be given to me tomorrow after he cashes his check.
I get to his house to pick him up and there are two other guys there. They all need a ride, too. I take them to the town to see someone at burger king or some s**t, and then they let me know that they need me to take them to hunt shrooms. (psychedelic mushrooms, trip achieved by consumption) Well, I went nuts in that parking lot. It was around eight o' clock, I still had s**t to do, Kody needed some sleep for work, and they misled me about where they needed to go and what they needed to do - because they knew I wouldn't go for it. I was under the impression that it was an emergency, you know? I left them in that parking lot, calling someone else to take them. I better get my damn fifty tomorrow, too, because I took them exactly where they said they needed to go in the first place.
Then, Kody and I head toward his house. It's dark and we need to take dirt roads. We're laughing about how sucky the night was, because we'd rather not complain. I'm driving, and I miss the turn in the dark and I needed to do a three point turn to turn around.
Just as I was saying, "Im trying to be super careful because I realllllly don't want to end up in that ditch," I feel my back end slide down the soft sand into the ditch. My head hit the steering wheel in frustration; Kody's hit the dash. It was a total facepalm moment.
My frame was resting against the edge of the road. My wheels weren't even touching dirt so there was no way we were getting out without help.
We make a few phone calls, but we got no answers. I might also mention that we were maybe forty feet past a SHARP curve; anyone coming around at 45+ would've plowed my poor truck because they couldn't see it. We stood kind of up on the embankment, it was so dangerous (shivering with cold and looking over our shoulders for various wild animals). Emergency flashers were on, but the way we were positioned, I doubt anyone coming around that curve would've seen them early enough. We had a REALLY close call but the guy was going pretty slow, though he didn't have a tow rope and couldn't pull us out.
The amazing thing about living in a small southern area is that eventually an enormous truck, equipped with chains and tow ropes, WILL come along. It's a GUARANTEE. It has never failed in any situation. Half the time that truck with the big chain was my daddy. Anyway, someone came along and snatched us out. I was so worried about losing my front end. Before the guy did it he even gave us a little disclaimer. D: It was hard to get us out, too, but eventually we were back on the road again and I was almost crying with relief. I didn't have any money to give that guy but it WILL come back to him. Kody knows where he lives. I'll slip some money in his truck or something.
Finally, we made it to his house, and he said I looked hot in his Atlanta hat. lol. All as well after a long hug and kiss and I got home - several hours later than planned.
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 8:24 pm
STUDENT LOANS CAN GO TO HELL!!!
So I am in the process of filling out gaggles of paperwork in order to get my student loan payments reduced. For some reason the NLSLC set my payments at $55.00 per month. I normally wouldn't complain, but I only have $1000.00/month to live on, and $530.00 of it goes directly to rent and another $200-250 goes to other bills. Then I have food expenses after that.
And the reason the $55.00 payments are pissing me off is my younger brother's loan is a hell of a lot higher than mine, and his payments were pegged at $30.00/month.
Not to mention that when I called the 1-800 helpline, all I did was push a lot of buttons, listen to about 40 minutes worth of prerecorded messages (which told me to visit the most complicated website in the HISTORY OF MANKIND), I finally got in the queue to talk to a real life person, and their system disconnected me.
I was finally able to find where to create this self service account on their website, used the loan reducer tool, which cut my loan payments down to $9.91/month (why didn't they offer that in the first place?), and then printed all teh forms I have to fill and mail in to prove that I can't afford what they initally told me.
Oh, and I still have to get approval to get this reduction, and knowing their track record with my paperwork it'll end up somewhere in Cincinatti, when I'm only mailing it to Guelph.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 4:31 am
You know what I've decided that I really really really f***** hate? People who always have to talk about themselves.
Everyone now and then when your down you just want to winge and complain and b***h about stuff. You want someone to listen and sympathise and offer hugs and comfort. What you DONT want if for them to start whining about there own problems.
I'm not going to say who this person is that has been doing this but I think some of you might be able to guess
Maybe I'm just having a bad day, I'm tired after spending most of last nigh crying because of a really bad migrane. I have chillblains again, and one of them is so bad I pretty much can't use my finger (thanks doctor by the way for permenantly f***** up my finger) and they hurt a godawful lot and they just make me want to cry. Maybe it's because I certain someone keeps pressuring to roleplay with them, in the same breath as them saying they dont mean to pressure me. Maybe its becuase this person NEVER F********* STOPS WHINING!!!
I try to be nice, I'm not a confrontational person so I try to be nice and tactful. There are times when we have great conversations and I'm glad to be her friends. But most of the time at the moment I bloody hate her guts, I giver her sympathy and comfort if she is sad, even if I think she deserves what she got. I be nice and let her vent whenever she wants to. But the one f****** time that I want vent? Oh no I can't f***** do that. no she has to turn all the attention to herself and winge and winge and winge. She ignores my comments, she ingored my opinions and she ignores the fact that I DONT WANT TO ROLEPLAY WITH HER! Every comment that she makes is about guilt tripping me into going back to roleplay with her. I even said that I was bored with my character and didn't really have any desire to use her anymore and this is what she said "oh no that's not how you feel it's something else" tell missy know-it-all-f******-smartass-of-the-world HOW THE HELL DO YOU WANT I'M THINKING OR FEELING! She thinks she knows me so well and she my f**** best friend or something and frankly, its pissing me off. I'm getting pretty bloody tempted to show back up in the guild just to kill my character off and to hell with her.
I will likely continue this rant later but I have to do some other things. Just needed to get that off my chest.
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