Once again I am drained of all creativity (was there ever any to start?), so here is Things I Loathe, Vol II:
Social Welfare tests that cover stuff that the instructor has never so much as mentioned because she was too busy during all of those other class periods talking about her son who has ADD**When my cat is all cute and curls up in my lap and I think "boy, I have a sweet kitty"...and then he bites the hell out of my hand**Cute Couples. Still.**That weird feeling I've had these days that I can't seem to shake**Waiting on that guy to call back about the house**Being nauseous**Being directionless**Having to decide what classes to take next semester**Loft food**The fact that I can't figure out the vcr now for some reason so I can't watch my home movies when I start to miss everyone worse than usual**Phone bills when I forget to use the phone card.
Sunday, October 22, 2000
Sleep deprivation. I hate sleep deprivation. Normally it's my own damn fault if I don't get enough sleep, but this time it isn't. This time the culprit is....DUSTIN'S SNORING. It's not only so loud that it prevented me from sleeping, but it also WOKE ME UP when I fell asleep before he did. At first I found it slightly amusing, but then the night just wore on and on.....and the amusement wore off. Completely. I thought about beating him on the head or something, but I just couldn't bring myself to, because I was afraid that I'd hit Toni on accident. Poor me. Poor, poor me. (Note: No ill will intended towards Dustin. Really.)
Saturday, October 21, 2000
It's 3:30 in the morning, and I have no desire to sleep...but I'll regret that in the morning when I have to go to work. Oh well. I'm in a strange mood, nothing really to rant about, I just sortave feel like writing and since I don't have the motivation that it takes to go out and buy a new journal, I guess this will have to suffice....but then again, I guess I really shouldn't put anything that I would write in a journal up here because people that I know actually read this (thanks guys:)), so maybe that wouldn't really be the best of ideas. On the other hand, that doesn't change the fact that I'm plagued by insomnia and I have all of this time to vent. Sigh. I guess I could go wake Shara up and talk to her...but I don't know what I would talk about. So there's a problem in itself. Ugh. Nevermind.
Wednesday, October 18, 2000
I'm not feeling creative enough to really bitch about anything, so instead I shall submit a list of things I loathe:
Looking for a house**Schlotzky's deli (I gave it another chance, it's just gross)** Pompous men that inform you that "the owner doesn't want to rent to groups"**Cleaning the lemonade machine at work** So many of my friends living so far away:(**$1 tips**My own (innumerable) inadequacies**Creed**the Ted-monster**when my email account fucks up (which is constantly)**when people think they know what's best for me**that damn "who let the dogs out?" song**fatigue**boys**when Shane asks me why I hate him...every 5 seconds**cute couples (you know who you are)**when a certain person gets online under my name and attempts to get my friends to say incriminating things about me to him**pompous film teachers**when my mind goes blank and I can't think of more things to bitch about even though it's an inherant part of my nature to be annoyed with something**
Sunday, October 15, 2000
Growl. So here I sat, adding a new feature to my page. I had typed out over half of it (it's really long) and then the stupid page-builder thing started fucking up and I CAN'T FIX IT. This is really really annoying. Then I realized that there is a "help" feature, so I went to that. Did it say anything about how to remedy a random fuck-up? No, of course not. However, if I ever want to overlap pictures and text, I now know how. Whoop-dee-do. So sorry, I guess this page will be boring for a little while longer, or at least until my frusteration wears off.
Saturday, October 14, 2000
Okay, it's only 3:30 in the afternoon, maybe a little premature to post a daily rant, but I'm hoping the most annoying thing about my day has already happened:
This morning Shane, Brad, and I went to look at the townhouse that we were seriously thinking about renting. We finally talked to the woman that's actually in charge of leasing, and not the weird assistant lady that we had been talking to all along. Well, as it turns out, the weird assistant lady didn't have her shit straight when she told us that there should be a townhouse opening up in a few weeks. It will actually be a few MONTHS. February or March to be exact. Now me myself, I'm okay with staying home longer. But Shane needs out of his house ubersoon (<---"uber," that was for you, Shanawawa) because of his psycho-dad (a later rant will be decicated to that man, maybe I'll have Shane write it, if he wants...). Brad also needs out ASAP, because of his crazy roommate Danny who always has 13 year old crackhoes over and such. We searched for a while after our tremendous let-down, but didn't really have much luck aside from a house that we're going to call about. Sigh. Incompetence (oh behalf of the dumbass assistant lady) prevails, once again.
Thursday, October 12, 2000
Okay, I guess we could technically say this page is false advertising now, since this really isn't a "daily" rant, it's more of a "when-Stacey-has-time" rant. As for my topic though...hmm...well, I've actually had a really good couple of days, so it seems like I would be jinxing myself to bitch about nothing. The only thing I can come up with at the moment is the growing world of techno remixes. Right now I'm talking to Kyle (good Kyle, that is) and he keeps looking up techno remixes of songs that weren't any good in the first place. Alot of these stupid remixes do nothing but make a bad song worse. For example, the chicken dance. Why in the hell would anybody remix the freaking chicken dance? It's beyond me. And "Kiss the Girl" from the Little Mermaid. What the hell is the point of that?!?! Not to mention all of the remixes of Nintendo theme songs (Zelda, Mario Brothers, etc). Call me old fashioned...but...yuck.
Monday, October 9, 2000
I've decided that this page just wouldn't be complete without some form of me bitching and moaning. So here you have it, the official Stacey-whines-to-the-masses (all 5 of you) website. As for today's topic....well, it was a toss up between my God awful social welfare class and cute couples. Seeing as how we actually got out of that homocidal-rage-inducing class 15 minutes early today (!), I'm going to have to rant about the couples:
I hate cute couples. Now, I don't hate the people individually, of course. I'm actually rather fond of them. But put them together and what do you get? The cute-monster (no relation to the Ted-monster). Seriously, sitting in a restaurant, what is more unappetizing than the two people sitting across from you giggling and "wrestling playfully" (or as we say here in southern Indiana, "wrasslin'") and rolling all around on each other? I'll be damned if I could think of very many other things. I mean, come on! Save it for when you aren't around me, and therefore aren't making me sick to my stomach. Ugh. Ugh, ugh, ugh. In the infamous words of someone made infamous by this phrase, "get a room!"