I have a major sore-throat at the moment. Like, it's hard to think, hurts to swallow, hurts to talk, etc. The throat lozenge I'm currently sucking on is almost gone, and I'm hungry. Grrr... _________________ Characters
Hello, fellow peoples of the forum, and welcome to a tale of frustration and annoyance.
As many of you likely know, I am in my final year at high school. I am now taking a keen interest in what my future will entail, and looking at universities and degrees. The degree I'm currently aiming for is the Degree in Languages and Applied Linguistics at Griffith university, probably majoring in linguistics or italian.
And then, I am told by my parents, no, I cannot take my planned gap year, to work up money to go. Because, if I do, they won't get the pay-out that they would get.
I say, "Okay, I'm peeved, but I can dig it." So, I ask them whether I can go to this uni out of town next year instead.
"No," they say. "We can't afford it."
Well, now, that leaves me with the option of doing a degree I don't want at a university I don't want to go too here in town, or, doing a TAFE degree to use as a means of getting a job so I can work up the cash TO afford to go to uni.
I'm a wee bit annoyed now, so I tell them I'm considering taking a TAFE degree as a step up.
"Well, son," says Dad. "If you go to TAFE, we won't get the pay-out!"
And now we fall into the ocean of shittiness.
So, I have to go to a university I have no real desire to go too, and do a degree I have no interest in, just so you can get 3000 freaking dollars, which, might I add, is only HALF what they and I would have to pay for my first year.
And then, when I tell them that no, I don't WANT to go to this university in town, I get mum harping on to me about "Life is about having to do things you don't want to do, nyer nyer nyer."
Well, excuse ME for knowing that if I do a degree I'm not interested in, I'll fail.
I tell her that.
She tells me I need to grow up.
And now, we get to the SEVERE ranting.
Do not read on, those who are disinclined to swearing.
FUCK YOU, FOLKS. I know myself, I know what I want to do, and I know that I won't do as well in a degree that I don't want. I know that I'm interested in this linguistics degree. Well, y'know what, folks? Fuck your shitty little payout. I am not jeopardizing my future just so you guys have a little easier time paying the bills. At least I'm going to uni, and planning to finish my degree. At least I didn't drop out in grade 11 because my friends left, like some I can name, mum. At least I didn't drop out of school because I saw no interest in it anymore (and I really, really don't), like you dad. At least I'm not going to go to uni, and then skip all my classes going downtown and getting freakin' wasted with friends, like my sister.
I know what I want to do, and I will not let you stop me doing it. I WILL get my degree. I WILL do what I want to do in life. _________________ "Think long and hard. You've been bird-doggin' this township for a while now. They wouldn't mind a corpse of you. Now, you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell, but if you hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you."
So I get into work today and find out the other person I'm working with decided not to show up. He didn't call in or anything polite like that. Just because you put in your two weeks notice doesn't mean that you can just not show up in those two weeks. It pisses me off because I did a nice thing and I'm working 6 days this week to help him out so he isn't all alone. And what does he do? He doesn't show up and now I'm all alone. It's called common curtousy people! _________________ "Some people are like Slinkies. Not really good for anything but they bring a smile to your face when pushed down the stairs."
Why is it that you can never get the things you want? I don't me can't afford, because if you cannot afford something then it's only a matter of money. I mean cannot get. Like... there is no feasable way to have a certain someting, and therefore, you want it. Why does that happen? It makes no sense! _________________ My Characters
Death by poison can seem natural. Harder to claim that his head simply fell off - Jamie Lannister, A Song Of Ice And Fire
My rants ars all little whines, I note. Whoo.
I wonder if this qualifies as an actual rant.
I'm fairly certain my light-headedness spells are worsening, occuring every time I stand up. And usually resulting in me collapsing to the floor or falling into a wall then to the floor. Or chair. Or table (I found out that pointy corners still hurt). Or my dog (who was very displeased with that).
I rise up, feel that tingle in my head, and then vision goes out the door, replaced with bright lights, then subtle black, then a surreal version of the room I'm in. About now the dizziness pops in, coupled with most strength fleeing my legs, and that nice little call from my good buddy gravity. Only lasts a few seconds, longer if I can stay on my feet at first. By the time it's all done, I'm left with a full body tingle similar to a limb waking up. And that nice lip numbness that I got from a near-poisoning. That was an interesting hour.
I'm mostly bothered because I don't know why this is going on and my parents brush it off.
At least my friends remember to have arms ready when they see me get a funny look on my face. They obviously have an inkling of caring.
Oh well. I've yet to fully lose consciousness so far, at least. _________________ Kara
-Hmm, an ominous passage that plunges into an inky blackness, sealed behind lock and chain.
-You know what this means?
-We must see where it leads!
We're there for you, buddy. Well, I am when I'm not busy or sick.
Which has happened a lot this summer. I've been getting a lot of work, which is nice, but it means little social life. And when I did have time, I'd try and get together with my girlfriend. Now I won't have to worry about it since I'm going to break up with her when she gets back from Michigan. But I've been getting sick, too. I think it's stress from the job weakening my immune system. And I know that's why I got sick after camp. But yeah. Sorry that turned into a mini rant. I'll be free Thursday or Friday afternoon if you aren't doing anything. Respond via PM. _________________
And now my parents get another little thing to complain about! Yay!
I got my report card today. I'm doing okay. A in English, B in Multistand Science, B in Modern History, B in Legal Studies, B in Mathematics, and C in English Literature. I could have done a bit better, I know, but I'm happy with those marks.
My parents hound in onto the 'effort' marks. Oh, joy!
"You aren't trying hard enough!"
I'm trying harder than you did, mum.
"You need to learn to do things you don't enjoy."
Oh, so dad stopped doing shift work, and management work, and pretty much all work apart from home because of mystical work fairies, eh?
I'm sixteen. Getting a firm B average. About to finish high school. In a life that happens to be, if you'll excuse me putting my petty problems to the forefront, highly stressful. I'm allowed to relax a bit in an attempt to stay sane.
"Your sister got an OP 7 and she missed an entire term of school due to glandular fever!"
Thank you, mum. Thank you for making me feel like I'm in a competition for your love. Without taking into account the fact that my subjects happen to be, y'know, freaking hard. My sister did Art, which she has a natural affinity and gift too. I am doing, for example, Legal Studies. A subject which my sister's best friend, (who got a far better OP than she did, by the way), struggled with, with all of her time and school and everything. I have to memorize the dates, nuances, and names of fifty billion cases, while Kylie...had to paint. A thing she enjoyed. Yeaaaah.
I am just whining and repeating the same old argument, but the right for you to criticize my marks in my final year was forsaken when you quit school, mum and dad. I'm in this year. I'm managing fairly well, for doing subjects that I am, more or less, not interested in.
I love my parents, I really do, but I could do without them berating me for not trying when they have no idea of the effort I put in, the difficulty I have with my subjects, or any of that. I'm trying, I'm looking to my future, which has caused me to loose a little focus on the present. I'm allowed to be tired of high school when university is so close. _________________ "Think long and hard. You've been bird-doggin' this township for a while now. They wouldn't mind a corpse of you. Now, you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell, but if you hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you."
Ugh why do people always seem to complain more on race weekends? And then my manager leaves early(which normally I'm fine with because he's a jerk) and I get to deal with all of the complaints by myself.
*grumble* _________________ "Some people are like Slinkies. Not really good for anything but they bring a smile to your face when pushed down the stairs."
My stupid graphics card is broken. Apparently there's a bug in it that makes it overheat too easily or something. And it's getting worse, so where I used to be able to play games with only minor graphical problems, I now can't play any games at all.
And the unusual heat we're experiencing currently only makes it worse. On a hot day the computer won't even run for more than a few minutes before the screen goes berserk and everything freezes.
And I can't afford to buy a new card.
Damn manufacturing bugs, don't they test their products properly or what? And damn heat! All I want is some winter, with lots of frost. Maybe then I'd be able to use my computer. *sigh* _________________ Character Descriptions | deviantArt
4 days with, at most, 16 hours of sleep spread across them in dribs and drabs. Sleeping pills and melatonin supplements proved ineffectual. And of course, when I called in to work yesterday, citing lack of sleep for the second day in a row, my boss (one of them) said, "Okay, you have today off, but you can't use the no sleep excuse again."
What is my job? Door-to-door canvassing. In Albuquerque, New Mexico, which, for those who don't know, is in the middle of a desert.
So I get to walk around in the blazing sun today, during the hottest hours of the day, on far too little sleep, with a short temper, trying to convince people to give money to a worthy cause, using a pitch I don't know (which was supposed to be emailed to me, but which hasn't been, because my bosses presumably managed to screw up my email address not only the first time I gave it to them, but also the second).
IAMES SMASH! _________________ Inner Circle Characters
Formerly known as Iames
A friend called at an inconvenient time to plan the next D&D session of ours, and my because my dad is an asshole made a mistake I have to either wait for him to call/email me back (hasn't done so yet and it's been about a day) or call him (I already emailed him, no response). I freaking hate calling people. Like, as much as getting an injection.
I just have to break my teeth on the cannon ball and do it but dear lord for whatever reason I am absolutely terrified at the idea of initiating that phone call. _________________ Characters
I realize you wrote a song about Jesus being sexy. Please stop trying to remind me with every webpage I visit and every commercial break. If I didn't find it funny the first time, its not going to grow on me and if I did find it funny, I'm darn sick of hearing about it. I suspect thats really all your movie has since seems to be the selling point of your entire marketing campaign. If the entire movie is nothing more than a vehicle to push your song, then why not save yourself the money of shooting a movie and simply make a music video. You'll probably make more profits in the long run that way. _________________ Avatar by Ceika.
Current status of Atreyu: Worried, but excited. Atreyu's Reese' PC's.
Dear jobsworth bastards to be found in the local city council.
Yes, that means you sweetheart, the woman who has been avoiding me for the last fortnight. The woman who is meant to be processing my twatting application. Yes, you.
That's right, sitting on the forms that I've spent the last six weeks trying to get action on is unacceptable. Now, I know you need a response from my host school to process it, believe it or not, I understand and am not annoyed about that part.
The part I am annoyed about is the criminal records check that I need to have done before I can teach. Yes. That's it, the check that takes a month, that I've paid for and that you could have running while you wait. Yes, You are successfully wasting both my and everyone elses time by not actionning this. You see, my dear I need to work. I have no money and a car that I cannot perform work as a supply teacher without that needs insuring, servicing, taxing and having its MoT test done this month and you, by delaying me, are not helping at all. I know that it's a complex business, making a couple of phonecalls and send a couple of letters, but still, I feel it is not beyond you or at least it would not be if you appeared to do anything with your day.
So, I am glad your job is worth terminally pissing me off. I'm glad you've found fulfillment at the level of "It's more than my jobs worth to post your application sir". My your karma not be truly fucked over by the fact that I really dislike you and all your mates in local government right now.
God damn these stupid, idiotic, suspiciously inconvenient power blackouts!
The shower will stop running when I'm in the middle of taking one, the internet will conk out five minutes after I log on, the air conditioning turns off at noon when the temperature reaches 42 degrees... it's like the power company hates me and everyone else living in this stupid artificial country!
*growls* _________________ Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.
Somehow I've managed to delete a document a friend had been writing on my laptop. It took a lot of time to write, it was very boring to write and it must be handed in monday. Oh, and I couldn't possibly write it again myself, even if I had his notes, because I didn't get a word of it. I was supposed to clean it up and make it look nice. Instead I've gone and deleted it somehow and I can't figure out how to restore it, if that's even possible now.
I seem to like to rant about my sister, but she makes it so easy.
First of all, she calls 10 times a day to complain about her boyfriend spending money. But she spends just as much money on frivolous things. She and her friends go out AT LEAST once a week, usually more, to movies, video games, etc. She and her bf go out to eat constantly.
Now? They want to get on food stamps. They want the government (aka, hard working people) to pay for her food so she can go play with her own money. Apparently they've got money to repaint a car into a nicer colour, but not to get the car's oil changed or get gas. They apparently have the money to pay for a $100 dinner for one night, but not enough money to pay for a week's worth of food.
She is constantly trying to get mom and dad to 'create a buffer' for her checking account (her words) so that 'just in case' she goes over her usual amount.
If she wants to live outside the house, she should learn how to take care of herself... _________________
I HATE ALARM CLOCKS!!! CANT THEY GET A LOUD ONE? ONE THAT ACTUALLY WORKS?? ONE THAT WAKES ME UP AT THE RIGHT BLOODY TIME IN THE MORNING???
I wake up at 5 to figgin' 9 (my college starts at 9) and roll out of bed. I get dressed, I dash to assembly and get freakin' lathered by the college staff for being late when THEY TURNED OF MY F***IN' ALARM CLOCK YESTERDAY EVENING BECAUSE IT WAS "TOO LOUD" FOR THEIR CONCENTRATION!!!
WHY, GOD, WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??? _________________ "Never condemn a man till you have walked a mile in his shoes."
"A leader fights alongside his men, basking in the glory of battle, a coward fights from behind, basking in the pain of defeat."
The new comic I have uploaded to photobucket has nude scenes. Apparently, that's against the rules. That's okay, I don't mind them being upset at the nude scenes. What I don't get? The pieces they deleted were the mildest pieces. There are actual sex scenes, and they remove the picture where someone's topless...
I have now had to move the comic and the fan art section after already completing them on the website. That's over 400 pieces of art that I'm moving to the actual site because they're upset that they can see a boob.
Another thing: my cimmerian studios account is a PRIVATE GALLERY. No one is going to see any of this art unless it's posted somewhere else or unless I give them the password to view it. Either way, it doesn't matter, because if they're viewing it elsewhere, they probably don't care who's hosting it. If they're viewing it on photobucket? They know what they're in for because it's private. _________________
Why do computers that have Windows 98-2000 have the ability to view the screen as a portrait (viewing the screen where the up and down now is the left and right)? Tablet laptops (the ones that come automatically where you can touch the screen to do stuff) were not open on the market to people until way at the end of XP. Windows Vista has the ability to change it on any computer to a portrait view. That's no problem. It's easy to access to fix. Windows 98 apparently has this ability, but no way to easily access it to change it back to a landscape view. (Where the screen is upright to the keyboard.)
And why are pets only able to access it? Can the computer sense when a paw hits it and say: "oh, the pet wants me to screw up as much as I possibly can!" Perhaps Microsoft is trying to get you to learn how every byte of it works.
The worst part is that my dad's home computer was broken by a dog yesterday (it's okay, he has insurance, we just need to go to best buy to get it replaced/fixed.) So he brought his work laptop home, and THIS is the one the dog decides to screw up. (A different dog is the one that broke the screen on the other computer.) Dad has to get his student's lesson done for tomorrow, and the computers/animals are making it difficult. So he's rather grumpy right now... _________________
WTF is wrong with Billy Mayes (if you turn on the tv, see a commercial with a guy with dark hair and a beard that's yelling? that's him.) I know that when he started doing this like fifty friggin' years ago, the booms weren't that great. But a microphone can now pick up a poor attempt at snapping your fingers.
You don't need to yell anymore Mayes!
(Yes, I know he hasn't been doing it for fifty years...but he's at least been yelling on the TV since as long as I can remember.)
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