Random Rants LV: The Joy of Ranting

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Searching for the phrase "it's on now chaps" shows yet another artist who thinks replacing something with ponies automatically equals humor.
 
And the crazy arguing couple a few houses down are going at it again... or, well, rather, the wife is going ballistic again and shouting her head off again and everyone can hear her again.
 
I recommend a flamethrower. Fight Flame with Flame.
 
The good news is we're able to cover the first four grand.

The bad news is that the first 1k comes from my dad which, as much as I love him, is an energetic liability. The second 3k is tentatively from my partner's bank account which is, imo, counter productive. We need to be in hustle mode err'day all day for this to work, and using such a fallback this early makes me nervous.

(Booked a recording studio).

I have to figure out how to deal with having a statistics midterm during one of the session times.
 
We ran out of money and the internet got turned off for the weekend. That wasn't fun.
 
Getting a ham-fisted lecture about being a lazy ass and realising that, in fact, you're a lazy ass, is painful.
 
So how are you going to remedy that, other than by overthrowing Communism, which others have done for you?
 
I will fall upon the floor to our local richman, and beg him for job in his shop? And then, I'll either gain approximately 700 levas for one month, or learn a new side of slightly-underage labourer's day.
 
My suitemate and his girlfriend are getting too noisy for my liking. School is slowly becoming overwhelming. My new friends make it tempting to just goof off instead of doing work. And Jesus H. Christ, but my class on the Puritans is mind-numbingly, soul-crushingly dull, dull, dull.
 
I've always known I'm not the sharpest knife in the cutlery drawer (most likely the bluntest)... but why do I have to keep proving it to myself, and everyone else, with monotonous regularity?
 
Maybe he used a phone or something?
 
Somehow these Salsa classes aren't working as I hoped they'd work.
Somehow I always end up at the end with either uninteresting partners, or partners who directly vanish to someone else, so I stand there after class, surrounded by talking people, but with nobody to talk to :/. Normally I don't have a problem with talking to people, but this situation is somehow not for me.
Also didn't help that I danced this time in the inner circle, with only 6 couples, and all the girls were not interesting.
*grmpf* :gripe:
 
I think I have a sleeping disorder after working grave shift for a year.
 
Somehow these Salsa classes aren't working as I hoped they'd work.
Somehow I always end up at the end with either uninteresting partners, or partners who directly vanish to someone else, so I stand there after class, surrounded by talking people, but with nobody to talk to :/. Normally I don't have a problem with talking to people, but this situation is somehow not for me.
Also didn't help that I danced this time in the inner circle, with only 6 couples, and all the girls were not interesting.
*grmpf* :gripe:
I thought you were there to dance.
I think I have a sleeping disorder after working grave shift for a year.
It's very possible.
 
Literal grave shift? As in, working to dig over graves? Or grave shift, as in "very crappy shift"?
 
Literal grave shift? As in, working to dig over graves? Or grave shift, as in "very crappy shift"?
Very [crappy] shift, midnight to 8am. Part of the reason why I want a better job.
 
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