Random Rants XV: Like a Fine Whine

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I seriously hate women. Every day what passes seems to see the women on this planet get stranger, and just more hateful.
 
Stupid coke machine ate my $2. Then another guy gets an extra coke and gives it to my enemy.
 
Stupid Google ads keep trying to sell me books about Objectivism. :mad:

Also, I hate to be one of those guys who just rants about revision and tests but seriously... I revise for hours and hours every day, but none of it goes into my head. I just can't remember any of it. Even the definitions and simple proofs escape from my head the moment I attempt a practice question.

And there are only, like, two weeks to go before the exams start! I am up a creek without a canoe here. :(
 
Holy crap, some weird stuff happened to me just now.

I get off work, so I take the bus to the nearest liquor store - which is close to my house .. and on the way plan to stop by a McDs, cause I haven't had any in months and I was craving it.. and it was right there, anyway, by a gas station.

So I'm crossing the part of the parking lot that cars take to exit it - onto the road, and this cab pulls in from the street, going really fast, and almost hits me. and I kinda throw my arms up in the air and go "WTH, slow down dude" (but don't actually say anything), and continue walking. He pulls up beside me and starts *screaming* at me.

So I'm like.. "Dude, you almost hit me, what the hell?", and he goes on and on and on and doesn't look happy at all. So I do the obvious thing and tell him to F OFF... which of course infuriates him even more. But I'm like, "Whatever", wave him off, and start walking towards the MCD's.

He pulls up his cab right in front of the McD's, gets out, and confronts me right by the entrance.. gets in my face and starts screaming, again. and i'm like.. "I do not have time for this serbian douchebag to be ruining my day with his stupid face", but I'm kinda ticked off at the same time.. So I talk back.. Next thing I know, the guy gets down ON ALL FOURS, and is like "this is how you were crossing the street!" and i'm like.. ooooookayyyyy.. wave him off and enter McD's

and run into my Boss' wife! and she's like "making friends out there?".. and i'm like "yeah.. not really.. where did you come from?" .. then some guy comes up to me and says something like "dont' worry about, he's kinda crazy. "Yeah"

I buy a big mac meal, exit, dont' see the guy anywhere, go to the liquor store, grab 8 beers, some rum, proceed to pay and see 2 lines: a very shrot line, and a somewhat long line.. and without thinking why there even is a short line, i get in line.. in the short line.. and am still thinking about that stupid cabbie, so I'm not really noticing what is going on in front of me.. well, i kinda got a look at the guy, and he looks RUN DOWN... when it was my turn to pay, the clerk gives me the WEIRDEST look.. and the LONGEST pause.. and then i notice that a whole bunch of people are looking our way.. and i'm like.. "WTH is going on now??". and she's like "that guy told me that he had a deadly strain of pneumonia".. and i'm like.. "what?? is that contagious??"

So.. I almost got in a fight with a crazy cabbie and I might have contracted a deadly strain of pneumonia.. BUT AT LEAST I HAVE BEER FOR THE WEEKEND
 
Almost every time I come home to my folks', I find a tick on me.

Why, oh why in the hell did they choose a wooded area?! Should've stayed in the cities, if you ask me. :gripe:
 
I dislike the symbolic act of filling out forms and applying for scholarships and grants I'll never be considered for, much less receive. The worst part of it is I know for sure I won't even get a rejection letter but I do it anyway. Meanwhile they probably wait to steal my identity with all the personal info I give them later on.
 
I hate my sister and I can't wait until I never see her again.

Also, why must the internet lie to me? I have an oval shaped head, and the internet tells me any hairstyle should look good on me, yet very few do in fact. In fact, just a faux hawk and a fade look any good for me. That and sunglasses, I've yet to find a pair of sunglasses that don't look horrible on my face. And I'm impeccably handsome and sexy, it's clearly the sunglasses' fault.
 
I got appointed the project manager/organiser of the Beowulf cluster project in my Astrophysics club. I don't have much experience in linux besides basic command line stuff and don't know anything about making computers do complex mathematical calculations.

My first duty is to email a bunch of people using a list I never had.
 
Why cant people just call each other anymore? Instead we gotta text. I gotta worry about people getting them, and reading them and a simple five minute conversation gets dragged out for over half an hour.
 
I spent hours and hours of my time helping someone with a foreign language, they win a sizeable monetary prize in a competition for it, and now that the semester is over, I don't exist. Next time, I'll charge.
 
Why cant people just call each other anymore? Instead we gotta text. I gotta worry about people getting them, and reading them and a simple five minute conversation gets dragged out for over half an hour.

People try to send me texts and never seem to figure out that I don't have SMS service.

And then when it seems like texting isn't working far be it from them to use the voice function and call me.:rolleyes:

Even I'm not that socially inept.
 
Your phone doesn't receive SMS? When did you buy it, 1995?

My rant is that I missed the boy scouts = brownshirts thread. Nothing more wholesome than teaching kids to round up illegals.
 
I don't have SMS service. It could receive it just fine.

I don't like how people hide behind it in lieu of an actual conversation. I don't like talking on the phone either but I do it anyway.

Just as well I suppose most of the time nobody answers or returns my calls anyway.
 
I'm stuck home...on a saturday evening. I feel like ripping my bones out in the boredom.
 
Stupid party tonight was cancelled. Perhaps I'm gonna hang out here in CFC after all.
 
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