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This is not so much a rant, but instead an unprepared speech where I tell you some things you don't really care about. What I feel right now[Right, right now], my current opinion, and that Iran has created a godzilla like creature. Now I just say my magic words to make the american readers suddenly care: 9/11 and black people. Now you suddenly care. But don't worry, godzilla was from the sea and thus cant survivie in Iran.

Right now, I feel like my lower lip is going to rot off and grow into a counter monster for the iranian godzilla. But who cares about that? honestly, I wouldn't even want to read about some wierdo talk about himself.

Right now, my opinion of people is that they are panicy, worrysome, and unpredictable. Also fat, but nobody cares about that anymore, except those not fat. oh, and we're also stupid. nevermind Im getting off topic. Anyway, Went to a clinic two days ago, and some lardy doctor made the mistake of saying H1N1 in front of my mother. Instantly, she was thinking that whatever she said was related to the swine flu. Now the strep test is only 49% acurate. Not 20 minutes later she says to me that the doctor said the swine flu test was 49% acurate. Isn't it good that people have to get medical degrees nowadays? At least I actually have some backing to my medical knowledge. I listened to the nice pile of doctor. It's just so disrespectfull to not listen.

And now onto the unpredicable, right now there is an add on my other open tab for putting glittery underwear on your facebook page. Also on the 2 days ago note, I was sitting in a parking lot and there was a brand new red chevy camaro with racing stripes. So I saids to meself "That there must be some rich high school kid skipping school or something of the sort.". But as strangely anecdotal as it was, a little old lady walks up to the trunk, opens it, and puts her groceries in it. Then she gets in it, and drives off. I WAS INDEED PERPLEXED. Late life crisis?

Anyway, this sucks because my throat is sore and it hurts when I eat food. And now once again, I am not doing my english homework, or any of my other homework because of these rants. oh, and if you feel the urge to, you can send me ideas you want me to rant about. I mean, you could have always done it but now you know you can. It's like you don't know if you can jump the chasm until the person behind you says you can. But really you just fall and hurt/kill yourself. now remember, stay in drugs, don't do school, and if it says it's poisonous don't drink it. Also, don't put salt on an open sore in your mouth. That seems smart, but it is not. Also, if there is a growth on your knee, check it out, it might be skin and it is your enemy and should be torn off whenever seen. Now I have to kill a fly...

Good

It's what this rant is about, and the quality of it in comparison to the others lately.

Good. What is it? Now that I have asked you, you probably are now thinking of evil and the whole clash of red and blue lightsabers. If not, then you are now. Anyway, good is easily defined as not bad, but that leaves you unfullfilled and unsatisfied, kinda like just ordering fries at a fast food place.

People can feel good. I feel good, he feels good, you feel good, that blind guy feels so he can get around. Things can be good. Man, this cheezberger is good, because I can has it. It could mean the difference between good drugs or bad drugs. It has to do with POVs. And you say "Hey, me gramps was a POV back in the war. Sure guvna, he served in..." then you realize I said point of view. You can have good pot, but someone else's opinion is that it is bad. Good things make people happy generally, unless they are only good for one person and that ain't you. In which case it makes you not feel good. You know the kind of dutch cheese that comes in wheels? Yes, it's Munchester or something. See, that joke was not good. You thought I was going to say gouda. Gouda is good, and munchester is not gouda nor is it good. I enjoy good music, but to avoid confusion when talking to people I secretly despise with all of my cold heart, I say the music you don't listen to. Goodness is also a word your grandmother would say. Also, words like applesauce, caramel, and anything with Mc in front of it. McCormic, McCruddley, and Mc hammer; all work. Ha, I snuck another bad joke in there. Really, I can only write about good stuff by using good in contrast to bad. Good news is only good when the people telling it get paid. Then it's bad news. Murder can be good news then, even if it was your grandmother. Guess what? GOOD IS GOOD. Really, I'm running out of good things to write about. That's not good.

Anyway, to conclude this painfull essay about a four letter word that is as painfull as having a seizure inside a matress filled with scorpions with terrets. Anyway, please give me more ideas to rant on. I know you have them. Oh s**t, I forgot to conclude this, well no time like the present. The only truly good thing that is purely good is.

Chemistry

I'm doing it, can't you tell?

Awhile back, I asked myself why I'm not doing my chemtest when it's due tomorrow and why I have put it off until now. I'm going to tell you why. GOD DAMMIT I HATE DOING INTROS TO THESE THINGS!!! At point A, being the title and the intro to the intro, you can safely say what the entire ******** thing is going to be about. No pandora, not...GOD DAMN THESE ADS!!! I DON'T CARE!!! That's better. Anyway, by point B, being the intro to the rant that will eventually leave you empty and worthless like shallow tub of depleted cream cheese, by point B you can see that this rant already has no point and you should probably stop reading. The thing is, you dont because you are already bored, or else why else are you here? By point C, the body, you are already reading and will not stop. And by the end, you will actually care about what I have to say because by this point you have reacht the idea that you are some brainless minion I have brought into my domain via shelob. Thank you.

God damn it, While I was writing that stupid intro, the thing I wanted to load wasnt loading and thusly PISSED ME THE ******** OFF. Anyway, that is the very reason I'm not doing my chemwork. Anyway again for another time, I stopped doing that for one good reason. Really many, but who honestly gives a s**t? It's good to have an idea hierarchy, and STOP GETTING ME OFF TOPIC!!! Anyway, that one reason is the internet. O great creation origionally meant for people to connect and not hide in their rooms playing insanely violent video games and having imaginary relationships with people that could or could not really exist on the other side of a screen. I have something to say, STUFF ACTUALLY HAPPENS!!! The reason people do that is because they don't like the bad stuff of life, like why people don't eat banana peels. Anyway, my lack of chemistry doingness is a direct result of youtube and it's cursed related videos. Honestly if that wasnt there then the site would have died along with AOL. That and I am constantly balancing between tube gaia and pandora, which is complicated because tube focuses all my attention while I need the keyboard for gaia. Pandora is pissing me off because it's just not mentally activated. Damnit. Forgot to load it again. Anyway again for a final time, chemistry is not being done. I just don't like it. I would rather laugh at a child with a funny accent get hit over the head by some random object and then the remixes than actually figure out the solubility of compounds. Honestly I can say that this whole class is just a big thing of stuff that I will never use and be perfectly alright with not ever hearing again. Next year I will take ICP and avoid the whole pun about the actual band called ICP. It's an easier class and I will feel ever so smart being with a whole bunch of ******** spazzassholes and just end up catching them on fire.

Anyway, another reason is that next week being this week I guess is finals week and nothing really matters because the finals really dominate your whole ******** grade. That is except for one class I had last year where we only had tests, the finals, and a worksheet every nine weeks. The teacher felt bad that his finals were so hard, that he made them absolutely worthless pointwise. So really, the grade was determined by how well you could cheat on the normal ridiculously difficult tests. Really, I played BS and poker in that class. In this class, it's strange because the teacher talks so fast and yet you feel nothing happens at all. It's also wierd because there is no time after class where you can sit back, relax, and listen to the guy beside you talk about his dream of opening up a ******** whore house when he grows up. That was in algebra 2, but last year in geometry it was the girl beside me talking about her dream of becoming a playboy bunny. MATH IS THAT WIERD!!! Anyway again once more for yet another time, Chemistry is just so boring that people seem to like it because the idea of fire, making poison, and tearing of their fingers with fire is just so god damned entertaining. I do find it humourous that the idiots in my honors english class who cant say fireplace somehow can master these worthless ideas like they are simple concepts while I however in my halfassed way of life just troddle in the mud behind them. I guess it's like guitar hero where it's so complicated if you dedicate enough time you master it but also forget how to exhale. But nomatter, they're the idiots going to become nurses and architechts while I'm the guy with the IQ of 130 installing their big screen and stealing their ill begoten money. Yay, irony.

But really, chemistry is completely worthless because the thing I wish to do after high school isn't anything this complex. I guess I got convinced to go through it like joining a cult, despite chemistry class has no cookies. Dammit, the perks are outweighed by the cons because THERE ARE NO PERKS!!! This class has to be the most longwinded waste of my time since my eighth grade science class wherein we learned how refrigerators worked!!! Why must all science teachers in the school have such a downfall that makes their class so unbearable. Actually, for 7th and 8th grade where I had the same science teacher, the downfall was the very teacher herself. She was like some sort of damned autistic child who couldn't teach because she had something new and unrelated to show us and then got furious when we didn't care. Back to why I am not doing my homework. Haven't you figured this out yet? Really? I didn't think It was that difficult, much to the contrary of many of my own dilemas like why everyone all of a sudden thought I hated them. Where could they get that? Sure Im sarcastic and I say I hate children and go fall in a hole and die, but really Im nice if you get to know me you ********. Anyway, I am not doing it because I dont want to. It's so childishly simple one of my scholarly comrades could have figured it out. It's like those directions on pop tarts, sometimes I would like to microwave one of those pouches just to see what happens. Anyway.

You see? by this point, this being probably my longest rant yet, you no longer care about what this was really about or what you were doing before. Now, let me close, copy this, and repost it because gaia is gay when it comes to post speed. Im sorry if I cant post a 3 page work in 2 minutes.

There's something with you...

I can't seem to understand what's wrong with people. It seems that everyone has some sort of problem that is blemishing their statue that I determine as their life. Some sort of key piece missing from their magnificent puzzle. Many people call it by many words; purpose, mindset, destiny, fate, a half of heart, but what is this thing that is wrong with us?

Keep in mind, this is entirely opinionated. Some people are simply idiots. They cant find their missing puzzle piece simply due to the fact that they ate it. You can't trust idiots near your jigsaws...or your jigsaw puzzles...or jigsaw serial killers. Anyway, they are usually happy to mindlessly rub down the carpet looking for this one piece. This is sometimes humorous to watch, but then you decide to do something meaningfull.

Some people;however, have some depth. Some people are looking for those pieces that fit in with the sky, water, or blank wall. Yes, Im still using the metaphor. These people will start using logic to try to put the pieces where they think they go. Then they might resort to desprately trying every single piece of the puzzle in attempt to finish it. They dont realize that once the puzzle is complete, you have really just wasted your time building the same picture thats on the box. This is why jigsaw puzzles are so depressing.

Still continuing my irrational puzzle tangent, we move on to those nice people who dont care what the puzzle will look like. These are the people that would rather be quite antagonistical and hide all the pieces so that no one can finish the puzzle. These people are the assholes, dicks, cheapskates, and the jigsaw serial killers. Dang, and you thought I could go through an entire rant without swearing. Well deal with it. Anyway, these people dont really want to put any of the pieces in the puzzle, but instead only wish to finish the puzzle with the piece they hid. Also, they commonly have booming laughs, hot air baloons, or mustaches.

I still prefer the type of people that are combonations of all these groups. They might look for pieces in search of deeper meaning, or more deeply crammed into their nose. They might also steal pieces or remove some. These people are unpredictable. If I were to name this group, I would call them dynamic. Because who is just one of these groups? If so, please take the therapy grenade, pull the pin, and place it in your trousers. I will be with you shortly to make sure you never reproduce.

Goodbye, and dont delete my ******** article.

Depressing

Well, so what if I can't think of a clever phrase for this title. ******** off.

So, I was thinking, alot of people would find my life depressing. Really, I don't know how you could do such a thing. I do spend most of my time either with people I despise or in solitary confinement in a room with no ventalation. Really, the most depressing thing is I see more insects in that one room than I do people in a day. But if you are really going to think of all the depressing things, then you might as well get a pencil and paper and dye your hair black because you are shallow and can't seem to get a girlfriend. Incidently, I do happen to blatently point out negative qualities to people. The funny thing is that they let me, and many people accept me for it. Those sick ******** bastards. Really it's not depressing, its just the kind of stuff that makes God say "What are you doing?!?!?". I think the world has gotten a bit to friendly with the word depression. If you get sad one day because you got dumped or you ran out of coffe or you cant pay your bills or your grandmother just hung herself after seeing you, then just take some drugs and it'll make you feel better. You see, if the FDA wasnt around we could be doing the same thing they did in the victorian era and sell booze to the masses and pass it off as medicine. It works the same and there isn't any side effects of coughing, rashes, or suddenly dropping dead in some anticlimatic fashion. Depression is just depressing. It makes everyone want to tell you their feelings in a very dull and irritating fashion like being dragged through the desert on your chest by some self focused camel driver. I wish it was like it was 200 years ago or so. If there was something wrong with you, you didnt just say it, you made some maddening riddling poem or something that turned your feelings into the immaginary gold at fort knox, you think it's there but you're just to lazy to actually get it. this way, the speaker gets the chance to speak his mind, and the listener gets the chance to not carve his ears off with his fingernails, at least for awhile. All in all, you depressed people out there should really consider rushing the blood to the back of your skull or simply shutting up. No one really wants to hear you complain about being depressed. But hey, how would I know, Im not even complaining of my own depression. Im complaining of the genral population's depression. Its the kind of thing that makes me see things Ive always wanted to know, like why people think Im an a*****e. But really, I dont even care why you do. You do and thats enough for me to blackmail you by putting your cat into a woodchipper and selling his bits to cambells for more chicken noodle soup. Yay.

By the way, for all those people reading this, I enjoy your support. And if you arent going to support me, then why the ******** are you still reading this? Go away, and continue contemplating suicide because you havent had enough drugs to actually kill you. ******** you.

My oh my. I must say I rather like how you rant. You're very good at it you know. Myself I can't stand to just type that much at once. Keyboards bore me to no end. That being said this is all I can say.

It has been awhile since I have written in this thread, because frankly I do not care. Instead of telling you a vague idea of what Im thinking - Ive gotten into the habbit of writing all my thoughts into a book. So far, I have over 165 entries about topics varying from sex to politics (actually a larger range, but sex and politics came first to mind). My more private thoughts, however, are still mine.
So, in short, I have nothing to write about. Im laughing at you right now, you chump. You took all this time to read to this point and I got nothing for you. Oh, such a fool. Look at your face, its all like "I didnt read this, this was not on purpose. I just happened to read this sentence first." Lies.
Now for the weather. Indiana weather is like a crackwhore squirrel; at any minute it could try to rape you because it feels like it.
Sports. ******** off.
Hollywood news. Im still not there, and if I was then it would be pure accident. So in short, ******** off.
And now for footage of a man in the bathroom. "Im in the bathroom. That is all."
Look at you.You should be ashamed. Your children will grow into mishapen freaks. Oh, wait - thats just children in general.
Wars making you mad? Are you a pacifist? Join the military just to ******** with people's heads. Become something useless, like a barber.
In other news, Justin Bieber was shot. Not enough though.
In other other news, Canary.
In other other other news, CANARY DEATHFIGHT.
In other, other, other, other, other news, your interest in this post has followed mine to a new low. I honestly have had more focus on my carpet. Its so damn exciting, I now need new pants.

So there, You wasted your time by reading this. I am disappointed in you.