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I'm tired of people who can afford out of state tuition. You rich kids can kiss my blue-collar [NINJA EDIT] hiney.[/NINJA]

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I'll assume that by "afford," you mean in the "like it's nothing" sense. Because I'd like to :splat: plenty like that, too. Actually, it's those who think that any school that isn't private is worthless that could most use the :splat:.
 
Why must I work, visit CFC and have tight deadlines that make me write my essays last minute at untimely hours and then spend that time on CFC or watching tv even though said essay is due tomorrow??

Why am I ranting about my own faults here??
 
So last night I was walking around at 2:30 in the morning to get a sandwich. My neighborhood is ok but it is not too far from the "bad" parts of south Minneapolis and there are some rather unsavory people out at that hour. Having lived though the crack fueled crime wave of 80s and early 90s I'm not too worried though.

Anyway, I am walking down the street with the junkies, hookers and thieves and up come two frat boy looking guys. They look like they are straight out of Archie comics. One looks like Archie, the other looks like Richie Rich. They are wearing the most ridiculous preppie outfits I've seen in years - bright plaid shorts and striped polo shirts. They are wasted.

So Archie says to me "Hey man, do you know where we can get some stuff", Richie Rich adds "We're looking for some coke". I tell them sorry, no I can't help them and go on my way.

What a bunch of idiots. Even I probably could have taken every cent they had. I'm starting to think I should have just to teach them a lesson. They might as well walk around with a please rob me sign. Nobody ought to act like that in the city. I hope whoever did rob them in the end didn't hurt them too badly.
 
Ok, our college only has about 1,300 people, so the study lounges in our dorms are few and small. When you have girls in there every night, talking in the loudest voice possible, talking on their cell phones, flirting with other guys, how in hell am I supposed to get any work done? What the flip are they even doing in the guys' dorm study lounge every night? Go to your own dang study lounge.
 
Spending two days waiting for someone to at least acknowledge the basis for your argument. Instead of just repeating like automatons what they were spoon fed at school. There's a context there somewhere. But it is a random one.
 
The Cat. The Cat. Howls all day for food, sometimes even when the bowl is half full. I go upstairs after staying up too late, lo and behold the cat has vomited on my bed. bah.
The Dog. The Dog. Barks at nothing, timing it for when you are trying to sleep.
Interests include relieving itself on my bedroom carpet, particularly if the cat has already puked in the room. WHY, WHAT DID I DO?!
 
The Cat. The Cat. Howls all day for food, sometimes even when the bowl is half full. I go upstairs after staying up too late, lo and behold the cat has vomited on my bed. bah.
The Dog. The Dog. Barks at nothing, timing it for when you are trying to sleep.
Interests include relieving itself on my bedroom carpet, particularly if the cat has already puked in the room. WHY, WHAT DID I DO?!

Forgot to close the bedroom door? ;)
 
Where the hell did you learn to rant? Is this what the state of communication has come down to, with you incoherent, bratty little kids who can't even type out a complete sentence and have to use "4" for "for" and "ur" for "your"?

A rant has thought behind it, not just a quiet wondering of why you might be complaining about your own shortcomings. A rant has real anger behind it, not just the annoyance of having to get up at 8:00 for classes. A rant has depth behind it, usually peppered with a large slice of righteousness, not just, "Oh, I am so tired of out-of-towners who come to my university."

You want to complain about out-of-state classmates, go for it. Tell me how they all talk in funny accents and stand around slack-jawed when you use perfectly good Southern phrases like "y'all". Tell me how they are all pampered royalty whose parents have more money than sense, and send them off to be edumacated in some fancy university. Tell me how the university is overcrowded with these wastes of space so you cannot get into the classes you want. Tell me how these wannabe-adults spend their parents' money on beer and more beer until they eventually flunk out. Tell me anything, but tell me something.

If I have to rant about anything, it's the state of ranting these days. I know posting here isn't like your 3rd grade science project that your Mommy was there to help you with, when she did it all for you. Heaven forbid that you ignorant, MTV-generation, CIV-addicted cyber-freak slackers should actually sit still and form a coherent stream of thoughts and write them down. I'm even giving most of you the benefit of the doubt when it comes to spelling and punctuation, though some of yours only helps to confirm your retardation. For Christ's sake, you even have a spell-checker and cannot figure out which words have the red underlines.

Benjamin Franklin said, "If you would not be forgotten, soon as you are dead and rotten, either write something worth the reading or do something worth the writing." I have given up on your generation doing much that is worth writing about, because Barney knows you're all "special" so you don't have to do diddly-squat but "try", but at least when you write, try to write something that is worth reading.

The Internet is already full of nerdy, know-nothing pinheads who have opinions on things they are completely ignorant about. This opportunity to rant is to complain about something you have direct experience with -- something that you actually know something about -- and still you cannot express yourselves. Dig down below the gut-reaction anger, and find out why you are angry, and you might actually learn something about yourself in the process. It sure couldn't hurt you to learn something.

And have a nice day. Remember, Jesus loves even you.
 
Where the hell did you learn to rant? Is this what the state of communication has come down to, with you incoherent, bratty little kids who can't even type out a complete sentence and have to use "4" for "for" and "ur" for "your"?

A rant has thought behind it, not just a quiet wondering of why you might be complaining about your own shortcomings. A rant has real anger behind it, not just the annoyance of having to get up at 8:00 for classes. A rant has depth behind it, usually peppered with a large slice of righteousness, not just, "Oh, I am so tired of out-of-towners who come to my university."

You want to complain about out-of-state classmates, go for it. Tell me how they all talk in funny accents and stand around slack-jawed when you use perfectly good Southern phrases like "y'all". Tell me how they are all pampered royalty whose parents have more money than sense, and send them off to be edumacated in some fancy university. Tell me how the university is overcrowded with these wastes of space so you cannot get into the classes you want. Tell me how these wannabe-adults spend their parents' money on beer and more beer until they eventually flunk out. Tell me anything, but tell me something.

If I have to rant about anything, it's the state of ranting these days. I know posting here isn't like your 3rd grade science project that your Mommy was there to help you with, when she did it all for you. Heaven forbid that you ignorant, MTV-generation, CIV-addicted cyber-freak slackers should actually sit still and form a coherent stream of thoughts and write them down. I'm even giving most of you the benefit of the doubt when it comes to spelling and punctuation, though some of yours only helps to confirm your retardation. For Christ's sake, you even have a spell-checker and cannot figure out which words have the red underlines.

Benjamin Franklin said, "If you would not be forgotten, soon as you are dead and rotten, either write something worth the reading or do something worth the writing." I have given up on your generation doing much that is worth writing about, because Barney knows you're all "special" so you don't have to do diddly-squat but "try", but at least when you write, try to write something that is worth reading.

The Internet is already full of nerdy, know-nothing pinheads who have opinions on things they are completely ignorant about. This opportunity to rant is to complain about something you have direct experience with -- something that you actually know something about -- and still you cannot express yourselves. Dig down below the gut-reaction anger, and find out why you are angry, and you might actually learn something about yourself in the process. It sure couldn't hurt you to learn something.

And have a nice day. Remember, Jesus loves even you.

Dang. o_o
 
It's "he", by the way.

I was just trying to show how it might be done.
 
Where the hell did you learn to rant? Is this what the state of communication has come down to, with you incoherent, bratty little kids who can't even type out a complete sentence and have to use "4" for "for" and "ur" for "your"?

A rant has thought behind it, not just a quiet wondering of why you might be complaining about your own shortcomings. A rant has real anger behind it, not just the annoyance of having to get up at 8:00 for classes. A rant has depth behind it, usually peppered with a large slice of righteousness, not just, "Oh, I am so tired of out-of-towners who come to my university."

You want to complain about out-of-state classmates, go for it. Tell me how they all talk in funny accents and stand around slack-jawed when you use perfectly good Southern phrases like "y'all". Tell me how they are all pampered royalty whose parents have more money than sense, and send them off to be edumacated in some fancy university. Tell me how the university is overcrowded with these wastes of space so you cannot get into the classes you want. Tell me how these wannabe-adults spend their parents' money on beer and more beer until they eventually flunk out. Tell me anything, but tell me something.

If I have to rant about anything, it's the state of ranting these days. I know posting here isn't like your 3rd grade science project that your Mommy was there to help you with, when she did it all for you. Heaven forbid that you ignorant, MTV-generation, CIV-addicted cyber-freak slackers should actually sit still and form a coherent stream of thoughts and write them down. I'm even giving most of you the benefit of the doubt when it comes to spelling and punctuation, though some of yours only helps to confirm your retardation. For Christ's sake, you even have a spell-checker and cannot figure out which words have the red underlines.

Benjamin Franklin said, "If you would not be forgotten, soon as you are dead and rotten, either write something worth the reading or do something worth the writing." I have given up on your generation doing much that is worth writing about, because Barney knows you're all "special" so you don't have to do diddly-squat but "try", but at least when you write, try to write something that is worth reading.

The Internet is already full of nerdy, know-nothing pinheads who have opinions on things they are completely ignorant about. This opportunity to rant is to complain about something you have direct experience with -- something that you actually know something about -- and still you cannot express yourselves. Dig down below the gut-reaction anger, and find out why you are angry, and you might actually learn something about yourself in the process. It sure couldn't hurt you to learn something.

And have a nice day. Remember, Jesus loves even you.
:goodjob: U ROK!!!!


I just had to do that. Really though, I agree with most of what you siad.
 
Girls that put out to entince you, then clam up when you show some interest.. damn them!
 
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