dailyrant2

Saturday, November 18, 2000
Yes, I know I haven't updated in forever. Actually, I probably shouldn't be doing this now, but I REALLY need a break from my normal routine of going to class, working, and packing. I'm suffering from some major burn-out. So what's new? Everything and nothing, I suppose. Moving in is a pain in the ass, but it's really amusing at times too. There's already a running joke about how there's an Indian haunting the house, because Brad found some Indian charm-thing hanging in his closet and then from then on everything was an Indian symbol (rubber bands hanging from doorknobs, etc). And then about 5 minutes later, a window almost took off Brad's hand...it was really amusing. I think we've started blaming all of the unexplained noises on the Indian too...but more on that later. I think once we get settled and such I'm going to put up at part of the site devoted soley to what's going on in the house...but that may be a while, so don't hold your breath.

Thursday, November 9, 2000
Once again insomnia rears it's ugly head (u-g-l-y...if only you could see you like I see you, no one is prettier than you...[or however that damn song goes])..if you get that, you should be laughing by now...if not, don't feel bad. Anyway, so I'm all "wow, I can get to bed by 1:00 tonight, this is going to be awesome!" Then, of course, I realize that I can't sleep. This blows hardcore. And what's worse? I can't think of anything interesting to type. I asked off for Saturday, but I ended up getting scheduled from 9-9..for the 4th Saturday in a row. BUT--I did get off for Friday night, so I guess it all works out. Oh, and thank all of you for making my message board such a happenin' place to be. You all crack me up, and I loooooooove you all:). This really isn't much of a "rant" is it? Oh well. I'm going to try to sleep again.

Tuesday, November 7, 2000
Before I start my daily rant (do I really even have to write it? I'm sure you all will already know what it will be), I'm going to take a second to inform all (4 of) you people that I added a message board at Janel's request:). It's right under Miguel's picture on my homepage. So if there's anything that YOU all want to bitch about, there you go. And I KNOW all of you can bitch, so don't disappoint me.
Also--go to this right now, it's a little something that Dustin created, and it had me laughing forever. It's AWESOME. You're da bomb, Dustin:)!!!!
Okay, for my rant: WHY IN THE HELL IS THE COUNTRY SO STUPID?!?! Seriously folks, was one Bush family member presidency not enough? Did we REALLY have to elect his stupid-backwoods-redneck-narrowminded-gay oppressing--woman underminding-mentally challenged IGNORANT ass to the most powerful position in the free world? I mean come on! He's against making equal rights for gays a law?!?! That is one of the most stupid, backwoods things I have ever heard of. I won't even go into my rant about how much I hate the discrimination against homosexuals, because I would be up typing all night. That just REALLY PISSES ME OFF. And then he's pro-life too?! First of all, it is in NO WAY the government's business what I do with my body. That being said, I also don't want a MAN telling me what I can and cannot do. Granted, I would never have an abortion. But that is MY CHOICE, and I don't need some redneck government official making it for me. Women aren't incubators. Chew on that one for a while. Ugh.

Friday, November 3, 2000
This isn't so much a rant as much as just an observation. Today I was driving down the Lloyd on my way to school and I saw a funeral procession. It wasn't really much of a procession though, because it only consisted of two cars. So that got me to thinking (for the rest of the car ride, actually) about my death. I really hope that when I die, I have more than two cars in my funeral procession. But then again, I guess I would rather have two cars of people that truly loved and respected me than 10000 cars of people that just tolerated me. So...I don't know. I don't think that I was really going anywhere with this. Just a thought.

Thursday, November 2, 2000
I feel really ill. And I don't know why. It's not like I've eaten anything out of the ordinary today or drank large amounts of hard liquor (or any alcohol at all, for that matter). Which means what? Who knows. Bah. I think I'll blame it on November. Seeing as how I don't feel good, I'm going to cut this rant short today. Don't you feel like you've wasted your time by reading this? Rightly so.

Wednesday, November 1, 2000
Ahhh, November. The month that is notorious for BAD STUFF. Bad, bad stuff. The next 29 days should be full of rants....arg. I could go on a major tirade about the complete and utter unfairness of fate and how it is fucking everyone around me in the ass right now. Or I could spout about how the unrequited love monster keeps rearing his (yes, it must be a 'he') ugly head. Or I could bitch and moan about school and how it is boring me to tears. But I won't yet. At least, not for now.

Tuesday, October 31, 2000
The inimitable Shane Hazen will be sitting in on "Stacey's Daily Rant" for the day. So be prepared for a dose of something new: apostrophes, proper grammar, a severe lack of the words "gratuitous," "serene," and "random," and absolutely no mention of any of the Night of the Demons trilogy.

You know what I want? What I would really like right now? Some random stranger to approach me on the street, completely unsolicited and out-of-the-blue, and politely say, "Hey, want a house? I'm not particularly needing it too much right now. You look like you've be fucked in the ass a few times too many by the housing proprietors of the city of Evansville. And dang nabbit, you don't deserve that. So here they are. The keys to a house."

But knowing my luck, the guy will pause for a second, then quietly ask, "Wait, you aren't a college student, are you...?"

Actually, knowing how willing fate is to go that extra mile, and fuck us over with a twinkle in its eye, the guy will say to me, "Waitaminute... son?"

--I LOVE BILLY CORGAN! I DON'T BATHE!--

...Sorry, Stacey wrangled the computer away from me for a second.

Anyway, where was I? Ah--someone give me their house, so that I can live in it.

Sunday, October 29, 2000
Well, I'm sure a few of you probably realize that this isn't the original background I had for this page. That's because the stupid program won't let me add anymore to the original page for some reason, and the original background I had isn't offered anymore....so oh well.
I haven't ranted for quite a while, so I'm at a loss as to where to even begin...so I'm going to resort to just listing things again, I am such a sell-out. Here it is, Things I Loathe, Vol III:
12 hour shifts**genital herpes commericals**black jeans**when I go to a show and see bad Kyle and he kisses my ass and acts like we're friends**sleep deprivation**the fact that bad stuff always seems to happen in November, and it's looming before us**jackass landlords that want a $3000 deposit because we're students**melancholia**tables of 13 junior high cheerleaders all and their moms all decked out in their stupid little outfits**more things that I can't think of until after I've already turned off the computer