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I've deduced that my screen window has a "leak" in it that I can't find. It's letting gnats and bees into my room (just squashed a bee, hate that crunching sound that it makes :vomit: )
 
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Congratulations mother, for wasting about 20 minutes of my time with your antics by causing me to bawwww, and several minutes more by making me type this.

So, after I learned that I would be speaking at the graduation ceremony, I was very pleased and couldn't wait to tell mother. However, my mother was going to check my grades, so I had to be sure to get them up to make them more presentable today when I would tell her(the subject would inevitably spin into her checking my grades). Unfortunately, she called me in about 40 minutes ago and I was stuck in there for around 10 minutes.

I was calm and collected, and informed her the grades weren't 100% accurate since the full gradebook had been turned on in places, meaning that even assignments that weren't even due yet were being counted.

...and then the rage came. She saw low-value assignments in large numbers, and assignments that hadn't yet been graded, and assignments that weren't even due yet, and still counted them all as late, zeroes, and grade-breaking. :rolleyes:

So I try to explain, and of course, being the perfect anointed one she is, tries to cover her tracks by saying she was still right about everything else and how she made a mistake of not looking at the due date for some of these.

But it gets better. Grab your popcorn.

Even though the grades amount to a C+, a B, and 2 As, she's still rambling on about how I have to get caught up and whatnot.

So then I mentioned I'll have to do that later, since I have to take a break to write a speech. I then, eager as ever to share the good news, tell her that I was one of the four chosen to give a speech at the graduation ceremony. I awaited a "oh that's wonderful!" or "I'm so proud of you!" moment... and then, what do I get?

"Heh, I doubt you'll even be graduating at all." I was dumbstruck by the sheer stupidity of her statement(umm, none of those letters were Fs, try again dumbass), and the sheer heartlessness of how she'll wail on me about EVERYTHING, but never freaking ONCE do I get praised. NEVER.

Then she continues to ramble on about how I'm only going to get a standard diploma. And how I'm going to have to take Summer school. And how I'm not going to qualify for the Millenium Scholarship or getting into UNLV. Oh, and how I won't be wearing a golden robe at the ceremony(like a freaking COLOR matters).

I stayed quiet and let her ramble on in her usual insane manner about how selfish I was for making them pay more money for college, and how it was all because I was a lazy bastard. If I was so lazy, you freaking tard, why didn't I just quit when my grades slipped, huh? I'm so "lazy" I actually improved my grades from practically straight Fs? Really. Laziness sure has an interesting definition with Republicans. It's like their response to Demmies always shouting "GREEEEDDDDD RAWRRRR!!!!"

I left the room and bawwwed, of course. Analysing her behavior in the process.

It's so funny she complained lately how she's been "attacked a lot" because my brother didn't want to go along with her plans to spend the weekend in San Diego, to the point she was in tears. And how I ALWAYS kept trying to comfort her and praise her. Funny because despite all this, that's all she ever does to me. I'm either lazy, or selfish, or naive. I'm surprised she doesn't just call me ********.

You were right on one count though, mommy dearest. I was naive. Naive to assume that I could actually please you, that you would actually be proud of me.

Oh that's right. You once said you can't be proud of your kids because, coming from a military family, none of us want to join the armed forces. Yeah. I'll never let that go. I won't even get into how stupid that idea is.

And here she complains about not being able to get the graduation day off work. You know what? Good. That means my speech, which apparently is meaningless, doesn't have to be written anyway.
 
At least be glad it's not for math.

The thing is, all the stuff we're doing in Chemistry right now is math. :mad:

Though at least I can take solace in the fact that I aced the Chem test I had today. Maybe that will even out my grade to a "B" (though it still isn't as good as the "A" I was getting :().
 
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Congratulations mother, for wasting about 20 minutes of my time with your antics by causing me to bawwww, and several minutes more by making me type this.

So, after I learned that I would be speaking at the graduation ceremony, I was very pleased and couldn't wait to tell mother. However, my mother was going to check my grades, so I had to be sure to get them up to make them more presentable today when I would tell her(the subject would inevitably spin into her checking my grades). Unfortunately, she called me in about 40 minutes ago and I was stuck in there for around 10 minutes.

I was calm and collected, and informed her the grades weren't 100% accurate since the full gradebook had been turned on in places, meaning that even assignments that weren't even due yet were being counted.

...and then the rage came. She saw low-value assignments in large numbers, and assignments that hadn't yet been graded, and assignments that weren't even due yet, and still counted them all as late, zeroes, and grade-breaking. :rolleyes:

So I try to explain, and of course, being the perfect anointed one she is, tries to cover her tracks by saying she was still right about everything else and how she made a mistake of not looking at the due date for some of these.

But it gets better. Grab your popcorn.

Even though the grades amount to a C+, a B, and 2 As, she's still rambling on about how I have to get caught up and whatnot.

So then I mentioned I'll have to do that later, since I have to take a break to write a speech. I then, eager as ever to share the good news, tell her that I was one of the four chosen to give a speech at the graduation ceremony. I awaited a "oh that's wonderful!" or "I'm so proud of you!" moment... and then, what do I get?

"Heh, I doubt you'll even be graduating at all." I was dumbstruck by the sheer stupidity of her statement(umm, none of those letters were Fs, try again dumbass), and the sheer heartlessness of how she'll wail on me about EVERYTHING, but never freaking ONCE do I get praised. NEVER.

Then she continues to ramble on about how I'm only going to get a standard diploma. And how I'm going to have to take Summer school. And how I'm not going to qualify for the Millenium Scholarship or getting into UNLV. Oh, and how I won't be wearing a golden robe at the ceremony(like a freaking COLOR matters).

I stayed quiet and let her ramble on in her usual insane manner about how selfish I was for making them pay more money for college, and how it was all because I was a lazy bastard. If I was so lazy, you freaking tard, why didn't I just quit when my grades slipped, huh? I'm so "lazy" I actually improved my grades from practically straight Fs? Really. Laziness sure has an interesting definition with Republicans. It's like their response to Demmies always shouting "GREEEEDDDDD RAWRRRR!!!!"

I left the room and bawwwed, of course. Analysing her behavior in the process.

It's so funny she complained lately how she's been "attacked a lot" because my brother didn't want to go along with her plans to spend the weekend in San Diego, to the point she was in tears. And how I ALWAYS kept trying to comfort her and praise her. Funny because despite all this, that's all she ever does to me. I'm either lazy, or selfish, or naive. I'm surprised she doesn't just call me ********.

You were right on one count though, mommy dearest. I was naive. Naive to assume that I could actually please you, that you would actually be proud of me.

Oh that's right. You once said you can't be proud of your kids because, coming from a military family, none of us want to join the armed forces. Yeah. I'll never let that go. I won't even get into how stupid that idea is.

And here she complains about not being able to get the graduation day off work. You know what? Good. That means my speech, which apparently is meaningless, doesn't have to be written anyway.

Well if you think thats bad, I stubbed my pinkie toe while walking down the cold dark hallway, and was I barefoot when it happened too.:mad:
 
Which is one of the reasons I try to keep my school life separate from family life where possible.

Oh I would kill for that. :( Unfortunately my mother has expectations as high as the heavens for me, and so if I so much as don't have an A+ in all courses, she will be on my case forever.

It's obviously a major source of my stress, and often a cause for any mini-depression I enter. Doesn't help that she's not exactly good at encouragement other than punishment with no rewards.
 
mega ultra epic rant

Welcome to every parent ever.

Seriously, this happens all the time with my dad. Hey Dad, I got a B+ in this super altra hard class, WHY ISN'T IT AN A!!!! [pissed]

It drives my sister insane. I've come to accept it, it has even become a part of my thought process now, to the extent that an A- is no longer acceptable :lol:.

Then again, I don't know your mother, so it may be different? :confused:.

Rant: Get ready for a good one guys: I had a midterm yesterday at 8 AM. I set my alarm on my phone for 6:50. The phone's battery is low, so I plug it in. It turns out that the phone turned itself off, and does't go off, so I wake up at 7:50. I immediately throw my clothes on, dash downstairs and run to my bike, since the class is 10 mins away by a bus if it's there on time (unreliable), and a 20 minute walk. After wasting 3 mins getting my bike off the rack (which was piled under 15 other bikes, and the lock was thoroughly embedded in the spokes), It turns out the bike had a flat on the front tire, but I ride anyways. I take my bike to class, which is up over a massive hill, and get there in 6 mins, which is quite a feat in of itself, let alone on a flat, and I can tell you, my heart felt like it was going to explode. I got there at 8 AM on the dot. I spent the rest of the midterm wheezing (I'm pretty out of shape) I swear the adrenaline was pumping man, that was way too close for comfort.
 
Then again, I don't know your mother, so it may be different? :confused:.

Very much so. She's insane by every measure of the word, and also has an infallibility complex, so I relish whenever I manage to prove her wrong(like when she couldn't spell fascism right despite being an English major).

You could've been born Asian. ;)

:lol:

Genetically, I'm 1/8 Chinese... irony is, my father's the one with the Chinese heritage, and he's carefree for the most part about my education(then again, he is a high school dropout, at ninth grade). I don't know what's more fun: when stereotypes are wrong, or when they are right on the mark. :p

Rant: C'mon, c'mon, I just need 15 more cents to get yet another dollar... :(

I'll just compensate by cheating and adding a dollar anyway... :mischief:
 
Why's this a rant? We're not that bad, are we? ;)

It's a rant because my social life is in such a status that my "boys/mates" are all of you people.

But I guess you guys are good people. I could've been served with a lot worse internet mates ;)
 
A 'real life'/live action version of the girl in my avatar was in my dreams this morning. :groucho:

The rant? She pointed a shotgun at me while I was in the middle of a desert on her planet looking for water. :cry:
 
Ugh, I hate indigestion. I've had it for like 3 days now and it's really pissing me off.
 
A 'real life'/live action version of the girl in my avatar was in my dreams this morning. :groucho:

The rant? She pointed a shotgun at me while I was in the middle of a desert on her planet looking for water. :cry:

I can't speak for you, but in your situation that would turn me on even more
 
I am officially sick of the couple that sits next to me in Photography class.

No, it's not because they play kissy-face in the general area of me. I've gotten past the idea of "eww, cooties". It's because they're EXTREMELY ANNOYING. The girl is fine alone. With her boyfriend, it just gets VERY annoying.

First of all, he semi-blasts his crappy music throughout class. By rap, I'm not talking about good rap. I'm talking Lil Wayne, late Kanye West, and that autotune pseudo-singing bullcrap I somehow liked before my balls dropped. Second of all, he talks like a rapist. If you said "You smell so good, baby" in a VERY creepy tone to your girlfriend/crush every single day, wouldn't she probably avoid you forever thinking you're a sex offender/serial killer?

Not to mention their wrestling/play fights. I don't mind them, just don't hurt me. I have a bruise on my right arm solely from the girl pinching my elbow between the chair and the table trying to avoid her boyfriend tickling her. And yesterday, I almost fell out of my chair because she basically almost knocked me over (mind you I'm 6'1, 140 pounds).

Wigger, constant violations of personal space, flirting that sounds creepy. Don't you love it?
 
My Rant for today. Lost power and my work for the Draw Your Own Story that I've been working on!! Coupled with the fact that the cable company decided to cut the cable, AGAIN! :mad:
 
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