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 Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 7:55 pm
Got something you need to talk about, or just want to scream and holler and get out that rage? Place your angriest, angstiest, most PMSing, smash-your-ex's-car rants right here! Feel free to let the insults fly to those in real life who'll probably never read this!
Dibs on first. This'll be a long one!
I'd start with an a*****e of a friend I have. Every thinks he's such a nice guy. Hell, I used to think he was a nice guy. Our family met him in cadets. First, he dates the biggest hoe in the squadron, then gets all surprised when she breaks his hormonal teenage heart and cries like a little b***h. Then, he dates the next biggest hoe in the squadron, and once again, gets dumped when she realizes she doesn't like him as much as she thought, and cries like an even bigger little pansy.
Over time, I've steadily gotten more and more annoyed with him, much of which revolves around money. One summer, he worked in a field making pretty good money budding roses. Then, his mom took a thousand bucks (most of his money) out of his bank without asking or anything. So he went off and lived with his grandparents, a couple blocks away. Whenever everyone (That being, myself, my sister, him, and other friends) went to hang out, I'd usually lend him a few bucks, because he kept saying he'd pay me back when his mom gave him back his money, got another job, etc etc.
And this summer, instead of getting a job and paying both me and others back, the a*****e went off to jock camp and ran for 6 weeks. He kept saying to everyone that he was going to come back and get a part time job. Instead, he came back, and decided to play football again. Not only does he now owe ME around about $250 (And that's a low estimate), he also nearly failed most of his classes last year, and refuses to be put down to the applied level (Instead of academic) of class, because he thinks he's too smart for it. So far, he's still failing.
The next thing that pisses me off is this: This douchebag thinks he has the right to come to my house (Because he has another b***h-crush on my sister but won't man-up enough to tell her, despite the fact everyone knows), and then tell me what the Hell to do when he's hanging out with my younger twin. By this, I mean the three of us go out to feed and care for horses, and the two of them try to shove me into doing most of the work.
And lately, I've been having those myoclonic seizures, which have done a number on my lower back, to the point that it hurts most of the time. The dumb little SOB thinks its totally cool to try and tell me I'm not in any sort of pain, and that I need to 'man up'. What's worse is that whenever they try and force me into work I know will hurt my back more, I usually refuse if they won't switch jobs with me, and then get in s**t from my parents because poor ole' Vince and Jessica did it all by themselves. Apparently, they also don't believe me half the time when I'm in pain, and my father thinks I don't get migraines, despite the fact my doctor found recurring sinusitis, known for its wonderful ability to cause migraine-like pain in the sinuses and eyes.
To the next point: This kid gets medicated for any little boo-boo level of injury he gets. He gets a headache, he gets bloody Tylenol with codeine in it. He claims he has migraines as well, and takes epilepsy medication because it apparently controls them. He also claims he has lesions on his brain from migraines, yet rather than be worried about it, seems quite overjoyed. And lately, he thinks he broke a toe, so rather than taking his own advice and manning up, he sees fit to complain about it to MY family, and to tell me to shut up if I say my anything hurts.
And my family has fed this kid almost every night since about mid way through summer. He's at my house just about every day, and he's getting really damn annoying. Its not even like his grandparents won't feed him. And any other decent friend, you'd have to try hard to convince them to let them stay for dinner, but not this kid.
It's like everyone's still stuck in his damn pity parade, feeling sorry for him at every chance. And I get the label of b***h because I'm done sympathizing and handing over the money I've worked hard for, seeing as I don't get much these days. Half the time, I can't even shower any more because he stays here till damn 1030-11 o clock at night, and I a) sleep earlier most days now to get more rest and b) not allowed to shower with outside guys in the house.
So here I am, stuck with the b***h label, in need of a shower, pissed off and half broke. Ranting feels good.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 7:56 pm
You ever seen that movie Scarface? There's a quote in there about the bad guy in life. That's pretty much the summary of my entire rant, but allow me to go further. Each and every ******** day, day in, day out, in my Business Comp. class (known as BCIS down here), I'm usually the bad guy? Why? Because I'm honest. And honestly, I don't give two shits about what other people want me to do. If I want to do it, I'll do it and if you want me to do something, then you better give me a damn good reason why I should. These idiots in my class try to make me bow down to their every ******** whim. Why? Because they're used to it. And because I have a God damn spine, I'm the bad guy. They paint me both in class and around the school as the ********' bad guy. I'm evil. I'm the villain of the story. I'm selfish, greedy, and think only about myself. Well, that's half right. I am selfish. To them. I am greedy. To them. And I do only think about myself. Especially when they're the alternative that I have to think about, a bunch of slackers and losers who struggle to make ends meet and complain when no one holds their hand all the way to the finish line and are angry when the hard workers make it their first. So yeah, call me the bad guy. Let them point their fingers at me, feeling all high and mighty, and villify me. Make me out to be Satan's right hand man. Make me out to be eviler than sin itself. Because I'm selfless like that. I know every society needs a bad guy to look at so they can make themselves feel better. I know who I am. I know what I'm worth. So, in the words of Tony Montana, "say goodnight to the bad guy," asswipes.
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namine melfina Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 6:04 pm
Right, I'm not pissed off often, but man, I need to blow off some steam.
Apparently, I'm starting to see the hard effects about being a senior. One thing they were right about was senioritis. The thing they didn't mention was the big-a** change in diet, in which I've been binging like crazy. Before this, I was actually pretty anoerexic and skinny, but now...I'm a binger and I'm watching my weight to see if I can actually make it over 100 lb. at last. Truthfully, I don't want to see me gain 20 more pounds at my height, but JROTC seems to be maintaining my weight. Plus, because I'm eating AND exercising, my growth spurt seems to be kicking in and often I have pangs of pain in my legs. Not only that, but now the spurts are screwing up my menstrual cycle and now I get my damn period every other week it decides to come...I'll stop the uncomfortable subject at that. But yeah, I'm in constant pain most of the time.
The previous seniors also forgot to mention that senior year really isn't relaxing at all. In my case, I have advanced classes and a college class, so the workload is starting to kill me. I mean, KILL ME; especially Physics and Calculus. What was I thinking, taking those classes?! I'm slow at math and science for Christ's sake! And now dad's going to see the C's and take the Internet away...GRRR! I don't want that! What child in the 21st century wants that?! Plus, because of the economy, he's going to cancel the cable and the cellphone plans! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SURVIVE HERE WITHOUT THOSE?! Gah, I hate the economy. mad
Lastly...I took too many clubs this year. And I have positions in them, too. I'm on Rifle Team, I'm Captain of the Academic Challenge Team, I'm president of the Japanese Club, and I'm Activities Coordinator for the Young Authors Club. I've been planning and practicing, and whatnot and now...I have no relaxation time. I'm doing things most of the time; typing up hand-outs, thinking of what to do in those clubs, practicing my positions...I'm overworking myself big-time. It'll help with my college application stuff, but college better be worth it. This is too much, man! gonk I'm just waiting to pass out!
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 2:37 pm
Speaking of JROTC...
I swear to god the ENTIRE squadron hates one of our officers now. We planned an entire survival weekend, basically just camping and having fun, and he 'forgot' to file to paperwork so we could be granted food, sleeping bags, and supplies, so we had to entirely cancel the weekend. Life for ******** sake. Every damn time he does this. Why do we even both to give him paperwork! He loses it, or doesn't file it, and now we've got young cadets leaving the cadet squadron because they're tired of being disappointed.
The first time they were disappointed, it wasn't really his fault. Last year, we hosted an exchange for a Quebecois squadron, and this year, we were supposed to go to Quebec. Instead, because of funding cuts, our squadron was pulled off the exchange list. Why? Because we're not as big as the ones in Toronto or other major cities, where it's basically an entire wing (Multiple squadrons that can reach nearly 500 cadets). Larger squadrons got it instead. They didn't even give us a chance to raise some of the money as a squadron to pay for it. They just ******** cut us!
And now, our damn weekend it cut because of one of the officers! It's a damn good thing that the group of us doing Duke of Edinburgh Award have to plan it ourselves and independent of cadets, or else it probably would never happen either!
And then there's the squadron band and rifle team. The band is now it its fourth year. And we have one set of bagpipes, belonging to me. The rest have to be rented from CFB Borden, which don't usually come before Christmas, and usually need at least a week or two of maintenance from their beating at summer camp. Because of this, I no longer can play in the Santa Claus Parade next weekend. And it's just me and the other pipers being exempt. They're going to run a drum corps type of performance, without proper drum corps music. It's P'n'D minus the P. All because the other pipers simply don't have the money to buy bagpipes, and the squadron won't buy and sets.
Why not? Because they are expecting the band to fail, fold, collapse, and then return to Brass and Reed. They won't sell and of the other instruments. They had no problem buying P 'n' D tenors and double snares for the band, that being 8 or 9 drums (Because they're different from other types), but they won't buy TWO sets of bagpipes. I'm not even saying to buy expensive one. Buy two, $700 sets of bagpipes. And it will be cheaper than buying all the drums that don't get played, since we only have 2 competent snare drummers, and all the tenors are d**k-arounds.
And half the time band gets canceled anyways. Which means rifle team, directly after band, also gets canceled so avoid any 'inconvenience' of driving out later in the day. I'm the captain this year. And I've shot two days, because of constant cancellation.
And all our our 4th year cadets are just d**k heads. One of them, the previously-mentioned a*****e (Who is now dating my sister, btw), talks over people, butts into conversations, and overall is a pain in my a**. My sister, who made the training schedule for the year, gave him a class every period of every week, which is extremely unfair and obviously biased over all the other level 4s. Since I often instruct the level fours except him (Because, even though he's a dumb ********, he's excused from all his classes), they complained to me. So I talked to the officers, who agreed they would get more classes in the form of teaching our single advanced-training cadet. 4 of those cadets eventually gave me reason to strip them of their lessons before they were even given them. 1 rarely shows up, and when he does, he always wearing the wrong uniform, 1 doesn't care about anything but the Jonas Brothers, 1 has ADHD and refuses to take his pills, and the last one is a bitter little a*****e, who's daddy is a worker at the Royal Canadian Legion, who made up a position for his little kiddy so he could feel important. Little kiddy know thinks he's kingshit and always tries to tell people what's what. He frequently stares people down from across the parade square, and always puts out the attitude of "I'm miserable because I'm wasting my time here because I'm too good for this".
When he found out he was not getting any classes, he glared at me for about 5 minutes straight. So what did I do? I helped the 3 cadets I deemed worthy of classes right in front of his face. Take that, you sour assed b***h.
And as my final rant, today I found out what kind of an average I'll need to get into medical school, speaking in terms of high school (Even though I'll get a degree in health science first most likely). 90% is the recommended minimum. I s**t you not. Hopefully, it's one of those 90% and you're in, but 87 might still cut it sort of things.
But I'm laughing, because dumbass Vince(AKA rant #1) is without a shot. He wants to go to university for Kinesiology. His current average is 62 I believe. Minimum is 86%. I can see how smart you are, young Vincent.
Steam=Blown like a cheap hooker
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