Random Rants LV: The Joy of Ranting

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Boys, boys, boys... I can sort this for your right now. Ditch both songs in favor of Tight Fittin' Jeans.


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EDIT: Went with a superior alternative.
 
I think loud parties aren't for me.
I've been at one for 3 hours yesterday, together with a friend. Mainly to look for girls.
The only people I talked to during that night were the ones I knew or the ones I was introduced to. I don't feel self confident there, it's not my thing. I don't have a problem with talking to girls during other situations and asking them out (if I'm sure about what I'm doing), but there...I don't know.
Second problem is that I'm slow. My interest really only builds up if I've seen (meaning really only: "seen") one a few times, and rarely after a few minutes, so I rarely get the motivation to talk to one at a party.
Bloody brain :/.

(the upside of this: Talking during my Salsa, classical dance and Dutch classes works pretty well, and there are quite some pretty girls)
 
What is this thread, some Family Guy cutaway gag?

I really hated those cutaway gags.

Anyway, I learned that the 1991 Kuwait oil fires aren't common knowledge.
 
Just spent the last 5 minutes admiring my own legs. I've done some strange things under the influence of alcohol before, but this is a new level of weird.
 
I realised that the best place to meet new girls is at parties hosted by someone i trust - i.e. - a pal of mine or my sister.

Rant - my flat only has 15 m^2 partying space, meaning i can fit in only like 6 people. And i live 10km away from city centre.

What to do - i need to rent a bigger flat in a better place. Or i need to study hard and get scholarship, i guess. Or get a job. To rent a bigger flat or even buy it. I could buy a house too. Damn this turned into rave again :mad:
 
Just spent the last 5 minutes admiring my own legs. I've done some strange things under the influence of alcohol before, but this is a new level of weird.

That's not particularly weird, imo. Feeling a sense of companionable solidarity with a fungus infection may be, though.

Congratulations on having admirable legs, btw.
 
Accidentally the comment section on Cracked.

I keep forgetting never to read internet comment sections (except those of The Guardian) unless I'm really sure I want to be depressed that day.
 
Accidentally the comment section on Cracked.

I keep forgetting never to read internet comment sections (except those of The Guardian) unless I'm really sure I want to be depressed that day.

Aw, I hate it when that happens.

I'm just minding my business, my fingers slip and I accidentally scroll down, and BAM my eyes can't move and I see those godforsaken comments.
 
Rant - my flat only has 15 m^2 partying space, meaning i can fit in only like 6 people. And i live 10km away from city centre.

Don't you own a bike? I easily traverse 15 to 20km for a party thanks to it!
 
Accidentally the comment section on Cracked.

I keep forgetting never to read internet comment sections (except those of The Guardian) unless I'm really sure I want to be depressed that day.

Aw, I hate it when that happens.

I'm just minding my business, my fingers slip and I accidentally scroll down, and BAM my eyes can't move and I see those godforsaken comments.

Well when I read them and I begin to feel irate or frustrated I decide that some people are stupid, close the tab and forget about it.

Don't you own a bike? I easily traverse 15 to 20km for a party thanks to it!

You're Dutch. Do you know of a vehicle other than a bike? :p
 
There are parties without drinking?
 
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