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 Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 3:30 pm
Because this forum still has my name on it. And I am currently an angry person.
WTF A&M? I only applied so that my parents would shut up. What'd you have to go and offer a freaking full tuition scholarship for, huh? I don't want to go to school in Texas.
But now I sound like a spoiled little kid. That's a lot of money they're offering me, and only because I was (er... am) a National Merit semi-finalist crap thing whatever. And because I 'expanded my horizons' by going to Norway. I want to know what A&M is going to do for my 'horizons'. Its 90 miles north of my crappy not-so-little hometown (which I hate), it's in the middle of the Bible Belt, it's in TEXAS, and it's probably the conservative capital of America (a probable exaggeration, but it's up there). The only expansion that's going to happen is the size of my anger gland from being surrounded by idiots.
Not to mention that 90 miles each way is within biking distance for my dad. Ugh. Triathlete parents...
And now on to a (somewhat) related subject. My old high school. They're giving me grief about my counselor recommendations because I graduated with a summer class and therefore didn't do a lot of the crap seniors are supposed to do. The 'brag sheet' or whatever. As though that's supposed to help them, knowing what clubs we were in? They sent in their rosters, ya' know...
Also, they never gave me a diploma. What if I weren't going to university? How would I prove that I'd graduated if I didn't have it. Not that I care if I have it or not, but my parents want it. And they're bugging me because my old school is retarded. Thanks. Thanks a lot. Idiot counselor probably forgot I even graduated.
A final note: Spanish class was created by the devil.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 4:51 pm
MY BACK HURTS gonk
It hurts to sit up and I can't do anything lying down and I hate taking drugs and I don't know WHY it hurts so much. I have about zero pain tolerance, but still, this is ridiculous. Just sitting in physics today I felt like crying it hurt so much. That and I was insanely tired...
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 12:36 pm
The porn vendetta kid annoys me. Like, I thought Krauser's idiotic comments way back when were annoying, but... no. Not to this degree. -headdesk-
I also have a history test in the morning. And I can't even read the textbook, let alone do a written test. Failure time.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 7:50 pm
Bacillus Anthracis The porn vendetta kid annoys me. Like, I thought Krauser's idiotic comments way back when were annoying, but... no. Not to this degree. -headdesk-
I also have a history test in the morning. And I can't even read the textbook, let alone do a written test. Failure time. *drive-by hugs*
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Shelcombakasfire Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 9:53 am
Is it just me or do rants always feel so much better when you type them rather than write or scream them?
(Or maybe it's just that writing it down would mean one of my sisters find it and tell my parents and that screaming tends to scare people.)
As for the school thing, pretty much the same thing happened to me. I toyed with the idea of deliberatly failing the test to get into my new school, but didn't because I thought I wouldn't pass anyway. And then I got a letter saying I was accepted. If I hadn't of gone my parents would have just annoyed me so much. "If you'd gone to Grammar school, you could have done blah blah blah, but because you've stayed at Spen you have to do blah blah blah."
You see, I'm exactly the opposite. I'm used to feeling pretty smart because I was surrounded by idiots all the time, but now I feel like an idiot because I'm at a place where half the kids are classed as G+T.
As for the back pain, I don't know. If your physics teacher is like mine, he won't notice if you fall asleep unless you're really unlucky like I was the other day.
Type your entire texbook into a translator. And then wear a skirt tomorrow with tights, and write the answers on your legs, like my friend was telling me she did the other day. JK JK.
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 4:33 am
Stupid Nettbuss. So I was in Halden from Saturday to Sunday. Getting there was a pain, becuase their website is screwed up and doesn't have Saturday schedules up (they're listed as saturday, but it's really the monday-friday routes). So I got to Sarpsborg and had to wait for two hours for the bus down to Halden. Okay, not too bad, since I was able to wait in the mall thing where it was warm (outside temperature: 1 Celsius). On the way back, my bus from Halden to Sarpsborg was late by about half an hour, causing me to miss the bus from Sarpsborg to Mysen by about five minutes. Again, I had to wait. This time, though, the mall was closed, and I had to wait in the parking garage/bus terminal thing. Temperature was -2 Celsius outside. All I was wearing was a t-shirt and a thin jacket, jeans, and sneakers. I quickly put on the gloves and hat I had with me. Two hours later, I finally took the bus from Sarpsborg. IT WAS COLD.
And now my knee hurts because I slipped at Fredriksten (old fortress in Halden). There was a hole, and it was dark and icy and I simply didn't see it.
But on a happier note, there's actual snow outside. And yeah, you people from northern climates can scoff at my excitement, but I haven't seen snow in nearly eleven years (last time was when I lived in Chicago). Believe it or not, Houston area doesn't get snow. EVER.
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2008 1:53 pm
My host dad can't cook. At all. He made fish, and all five of us got sick off it. Uh-huh. Never eating his fish again. I've no desire to throw up for three days straight. Really. It's downright painful.
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