RANDOM RANTS XXV: Put a Smile On

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Time goes too fast. My six months holiday has effectively come to an end. Today was my last day of doing stuff (British Museum and National Gallery are pretty awesome for anyone with at least a remote interest in history and art respectively). Tomorrow I pack, and on Saturday I fly home, arriving back on Monday. In some ways it's good, because I feel fairly fatigued and am getting slightly sick of travelling, but it's hard to comprehend going back to my proper life.
 
I would kill for a six month holiday...
 
It's a shame to end great holidays like that, but I completely concur with you about the British Museum. :)

How is that possible. I read there was a headless chicken that ran around because its brainstem was still there but I dont see how a person could
It's a punctuation joke. "King Charles walked and talked. Half an hour after his head was cut off, ..."
 
Actually 'holiday' is a pretty misleading term. That implies that it is relaxing. It hasn't been. It's been pretty full on.

But you still should be jealous. Because it's been awesome. :p
 
I've only been the British Museum a few times and I haven't been abroad for twenty years. Consider me suitably jealous :D

I see no toilet.
The story is that a Viking crept up the garderobe and "surprised" him with his trousers down, literally. Edmund II got an emergency anal operation!
 
Rant: I have an addiction to gambling. This won't end well.

*gets in handbasket-shaped rollercoaster* Hell, here I come!

I must rant about teenagers being allowed to buy and sell stock, they're not even of age!!!

You can blame my father for setting up the custodial account as a formality and then giving me the keys. :evil:

I've already got 10% on the money I invested(after only 4 months), so neh. :p

Simple matter, Aimee - ignore it. Most politics, especially foreign politics, is not worth getting angry or upset about! :)

This not touching upon how debates quickly collapse into semantics rather than anything of substance.

OT is not the world.

It can be quite addicting though. I myself got addicted to monitoring the stock market if I happen to be up during trading hours... and recently, in a videogame, I had to come up with a few hundred thousand dollars, so I was hitting poker/blackjack like crazy...

I have issues. :cry:
 
Time goes too fast. My six months holiday has effectively come to an end. Today was my last day of doing stuff (British Museum and National Gallery are pretty awesome for anyone with at least a remote interest in history and art respectively). Tomorrow I pack, and on Saturday I fly home, arriving back on Monday. In some ways it's good, because I feel fairly fatigued and am getting slightly sick of travelling, but it's hard to comprehend going back to my proper life.
A six-month trip? Where can I get my hands on that kind of money?
Other than robbing you or becoming a politician, I mean. Actually, both are kinda the same.
You can blame my father for setting up the custodial account as a formality and then giving me the keys. :evil:

I've already got 10% on the money I invested(after only 4 months), so neh. :p
Oh I do blame him. That isn't done. Did your parents finally break up?
Taniciusfox said:
It can be quite addicting though. I myself got addicted to monitoring the stock market if I happen to be up during trading hours... and recently, in a videogame, I had to come up with a few hundred thousand dollars, so I was hitting poker/blackjack like crazy...

I have issues. :cry:
Yes you do. Get help. Maybe you can spend some of those earnings in paying for a shrink?
 
RANT: Everyday after I take a shower in the morning, I put on a dew rag to make my hair look better. I forgot to do that today, and when I got home I looked in the mirror and realised what a mess I looked.
 
A six-month trip? Where can I get my hands on that kind of money?
Other than robbing you or becoming a politician, I mean. Actually, both are kinda the same.

If and when I do get money, I'd like to retrace the fictional steps of Phineas Fogg and Passepartout.

Sigh... :(
 
I'm coming down with a cold. My fever is not high enough yet to use as an excuse to get out of class, but enough to make me feel pretty bad. I'm rather congested and have a bit of an upset stomach.

I haven't been sleeping very well lately. No matter when I go to bed (often 2 or 3 am) I always seem to wake up just before 7:30am, but am not rested enough to even get out of bed for a couple hours until I'm forced to to barely make it to class in time. I did get a 2 hour nap this evening though.

I failed my first test of the semester rather badly today. It did not really meet the description he gave of it during the review session. I could not have gotten more than a 50 on it even if I got everything I had time to answer correct, which I don't think I did.

I accidentally turned in a homework assignment early 2 weeks ago, and the professor lost it. I had to waste my time on Monday redoing it, and this time accidentally put a decimal point in the wrong place. Normally he allows us to turn in a redo of an assignment fixing what we got wrong in order to get back half the points we missed, but just before he gave it back graded today he went ahead and emailed us all the answers already so I think I'm stuck with an 80 instead of a the 90 I'd have if I could have redone it like the rest of the class or the 100 I'd have if he had just not lost the original.


I've barely started a paper that is due online at 10am tomorrow morning. This will probably be an all-nighter, and I doubt the paper will be nearly as good as I'd like but if I'm even a minute late I loose 15% of the total grade in the class. Also, I'm not sure in what format to submit it. The professor and the assignment sheet specify .pdf, and I don't have a program than can save in that format. For the last assignment in this class as well as the optional rough draft of this (neither of which did I turn in) the TA said he'd accept wither .pdf or .doc, but he did not specify for this final draft.

After the allnighter I may have trouble making it to that class at 11am, and attendance counts for a grade there. I'm also supposed to meet up with some people tomorrow night to prepare for a big church event on Saturday, but now doubt I'll be up for either.


A girl from my church whom I like is moving back to Chicago this week. A lot of my friends went to going away events for her but I was not invited to or informed of any of them, or even told when she is leaving. She hasn't responded to my last couple emails either, so all my information comes from photos and a couple short videos) posted on facebook and their captions.

Tuesday was the birthday of the closest I've had to a real girlfriend. We came to be really close at the Governors Honors Program in the summer of 2005, but while I knew I wanted us to be good friends and there was an obvious mutual attraction I was not yet over the rejection by my first love and did not know how to handle things. On the last day I saw her I promised to email and keep in touch, but am afraid I waited too long (2 months) and said to little (as I really thought I should try for closure with my first lover first and that did not come until this year). I never got a reply, either to that or the message I made a MySpace account specifically in order to send her 3 years ago. Although she did accept my Myspace and later Facebook friend requests and I can see what's going on in her life from there, there has been no real communication. As her birthday approached again I was really wanting to contact her and catch up, but as she got married 2 years ago married and has a 19 month old son I decided that would probably be inappropriate. (Based on what I see on facebook her husband and I would likely not get along. He seems to have changed her for the worst too, as since we last met she seemed to have bought into a lot of conspiracy theories, other nonsense like the "Law of Attraction," and come to support the Tea Party.)
 
Jeeez. When you have a rant you have a rant.
 
The ISP went down again. I bet its all stupid drunks running into telephone poles. They always do that around here.
 
I'm coming down with a cold. My fever is not high enough yet to use as an excuse to get out of class, but enough to make me feel pretty bad. I'm rather congested and have a bit of an upset stomach.

That's exactly the same with me.
 
I almost went to a friends actually pretty ok bands' concert not so far away, about where Yared lives. But I didn't and I regret it.
 
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