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Post by mike1921 on Jan 7, 2009 19:11:52 GMT -5
I have the same problem, luckily only with the socks that are only supposed to go to your heel. Most people don't have a problem with that but it irritates the hell out of me. It feels like the equivalent of wearing clothes that cover everything except your crotch, what's the point.
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Post by valkari on Jan 7, 2009 19:31:36 GMT -5
Bad-quality gummi worms. I need my sweet and sour chewiness!! People who derail good books. When a strand of hair gets caught on one of my eyelids and I can't seem to brush it off. Having to compile a study guide for Huckleberrry Finn when I've already finished the book and aced the comprehension test . Doctors telling me that they're never going to find out what causes my chronic pain and fatigue. My sister/best friend in college and no longer with me every day. People who speak in the language of text messages. Finding old chocolate. When I sing and accidentialy change key signatures. The author of a series ceasing to try and please his/her readers. Forgetting where I put my choir music. Needing to stop ranting and go finish my homework before I start burning up or passing out from exhaustion.
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Post by mike1921 on Jan 8, 2009 15:35:31 GMT -5
That's a pretty under-handed tactic given it'd be almost just as sickening if they showed a normal person's artery instead. Also, I don't care if it works. That kind of crap doesn't belong on commercials. *sigh* You complain about everything, don't you? We prove a point of why something does what, and you find something else about that to b*tch about..... Here's the thing , I don't care why they do that. I still hate them for being sickening. I just hate them slightly more for taking such low blows.
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Post by historyman12 on Jan 8, 2009 20:43:39 GMT -5
That's a pretty under-handed tactic given it'd be almost just as sickening if they showed a normal person's artery instead. Also, I don't care if it works. That kind of crap doesn't belong on commercials. *sigh* You complain about everything, don't you? We prove a point of why something does what, and you find something else about that to b*tch about..... And then you complain about that. web.mit.edu/ryangray/Public/Gnus/thumbs_up.jpg
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Post by concreteangel on Jan 8, 2009 20:43:58 GMT -5
Today was the first day my ex was at school since Christmas break. His dad had surgery to remove a cancerous tumor. Risky. Went well, though. He missed the first two days of school.
I saw him today for the first time in over three weeks. Last time I saw him, we were still together. It was SO awkward! When my best friend Kaitlyn saw him, she almost attacked him. The girl has a knee so messed up that she can barely walk... and she RAN. Ran up to him and hugged him for what felt like ten minutes. Me? I got a hug too. Two seconds. Maybe three. I didn't have any classes with him today (I have one set of classes on Monday and Wednesday and another set on Tuesday and Thursday. No school Fridays.) so I basically ignored him all day, every time we passed each other, I'd look in another direction. I couldn't help it though! It's just SO weird. Monday we have three and a half hours together. No leaving the room. No avoiding it. Two classes and lunch. I had some annoying cooking class today, with Kaitlyn and the younger guy that I like. Who was flirting with me. Not unusual.... but guess who decided he needed something out of the snack machine? And guess where it's located....? Awkward. Again. I don't even know what to do about it. I can't look him in the eye anymore. I know what I did. I know how I ruined everything and now we're barely even friends anymore. He used to text me all the time, except when he was at work. Now? He texts my 12 year old cousin more than he texts me.
(Since people are probably very confused... my school goes Monday-Thursday every week that all the other local schools have school. We go from 8:30 to 1:30 and there's three class periods a day. They alternate, so you can take up to six classes. Each are an hour and a half long. Second period ends at 11:30 and we have lunch until 12. We eat lunch in our second period class. There's a total of 125 students in the whole school. 7th -12th grades in one building of the church, 6th and down in the other. A lot of the students came from public schools that messed up their schedules, so we've got seniors and 8th graders in the same classes. It's not uncommon at all. 8th graders even tend to take 9th grade level classes, so early graduation is common too. Everybody knows everybody else, and most of them are friends. Hence him talking to my cousin.)
Lol. School rant over.
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Post by historyman12 on Jan 8, 2009 20:45:37 GMT -5
That's a pretty under-handed tactic given it'd be almost just as sickening if they showed a normal person's artery instead. Also, I don't care if it works. That kind of crap doesn't belong on commercials. *sigh* You complain about everything, don't you? We prove a point of why something does what, and you find something else about that to b*tch about..... Right. Because, as we all know, your reply is infallible and irrefutable.
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Post by night on Jan 8, 2009 20:52:32 GMT -5
Guys, please get back on topic. This thread is for ranting, not arguing, if I recall. If you guys feel like arguing, take it to PMs.
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Post by concreteangel on Jan 10, 2009 17:12:10 GMT -5
Okay, so now I have something ELSE to rant about.
My ex. The first one.
We went out for 5 months, starting March 4th of last year. The happiest, most amazing 5 months of my life, hands down. Everyone said we were a cute couple, so perfect for each other. Then, he broke my heart. Broke up with me without even telling me we were over. My FRIEND asked him if he was still with me, and he said no. That's how I found out. After that, I never heard from him again.
It took me a while, but, eventually, I got over it. Not him. I'm not sure I ever completely got over him because there was no closure. I was in love with him, and it ended without any warning.
Last night, I spent the night with my friend Sarah. We were laying in her bed watching Romeo X Juliet on her computer. Laughing. Swooning over Romeo. Having a good time. I got a text message, opened it blindly without even thinking.
It was him.
I recognized his number easily. It's easy and I memorized it when he and I were together. He was texting me to apologize. For everything. For hurting me, for being a jerk... something I never thought he would do. I was convinced I was never going to hear from him again, and content with the idea. Now? I can't get him out of my mind. My breath catches every time I get a new message, hoping it's him. My heart skips beats. I don't know what to do about it, now... I never expected him to grow up and apologize and beg me to forgive him for it all... I just can't wrap my mind around it.
It was one heck of a night.
EDIT: And now, good God Almighty, he's decided that he wants to be friends. He just texted me and asked if we could.
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Post by I Can Fly Now on Jan 12, 2009 12:51:08 GMT -5
So I have a phobia of vomit. I can't stand the thought of it, mostly because I can think of very few things worse than throwing up. I get paranoid and twitchy when I'm within a fifty-yard radius of someone who even looks like they might be sick. The only reason I don't want to have any children is because I know I couldn't stand to take care of them or clean up after them or even get near them when they get this particular kind of sick. So why do I work in childcare with hundreds of germy little children? That's a very good question. One that I asked myself again today when a little kid threw up on my lap. Eleven years working in childcare, and I've never had this happen before. I am completely traumatized. I got sent home for the day, and I took a long shower and threw away my pants, but I still feel gross. I knew something like this was inevitable, but I was still hoping it wouldn't ever happen. If I get sick (again!) now, I quit life. I'm definitely quitting my job. Soon. I've been meaning to for a long time now, anyway. This was just the final nail in the coffin. Clearly, though I love children, the childcare profession is not for me.
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Post by Grandi on Jan 12, 2009 16:04:08 GMT -5
or i dunno, you could go to a therapist and work out your irrational fear of a biological process
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Post by concreteangel on Jan 12, 2009 18:42:55 GMT -5
Okay, so this is going to be a happy rant. I'm not quite sure how that works, but I'm gonna do it.
I'm talking to my ex. The one that randomly decided he was sorry for everything he ever did to me and apologized. I'm SO excited. We were friends before we dated, and best friends duing. I told him EVERYTHING. It had been two days since our conversation, so I texted him after school today. Just hi. Barely even expecting a reply. But I got one. And now we're talking like best friends again. I missed him so bad, worse than I realized. But I'm so excited that we're talking again. Do I think we'll ever get back together? I don't know. It'd take a lot to get me to go back to him. He'd have to prove that he changed, but I'm still reeling from the fact that we're friends again. Sure, it's a little awkward, but it's okay. It'll get better. It's the most amazing feeling, right now, because I really did miss him.
A lot.
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Post by I Can Fly Now on Jan 12, 2009 23:10:59 GMT -5
or i dunno, you could go to a therapist and work out your irrational fear of a biological process I could. But recovering from irrational fears is a long and expensive process. Running away from my problems to become a carnie at Disney World is much more practical *Nods*.
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Post by beautyfr.pain on Jan 13, 2009 1:54:08 GMT -5
So I've been working on this school project on John Lennon since August, and it's gotten to the point where this project has traumatized/ticked me off so much, I can't even listen to the Beatles/John Lennon/the Across the Universe soundtrack anymore. Whenever anything comes up on iTunes during shuffle, I have this short mental spaz and immediately hit skip. I will NOT allow a good education ruin good music and am pretty much about to turn in this project (for the second time) as it is, instead of worrying about it incessantly so I can go back to listening to Anthology 1 in peace. D<
oh and my friend has this weird deal with not liking to look at people's feet, so I can't take off my shoes around her, or I have to wear socks, but on days that i wear socks on, it's usually because i want to keep my shoes on too. it gets quite irksome.
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Post by I Can Fly Now on Jan 16, 2009 18:47:41 GMT -5
Not that I really want to give up my Saturday afternoons to take a class, but I kind of need the class in order to graduate. I also need approval from my advisor in order to register. Unfortunately, it seems that most of the staff at Metro State don't like responding to their emails. I've heard nothing from this lady, and am still not registered for the class,which starts tomorrow. I don't think I'm being unreasonable impatient here, people.
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Post by concreteangel on Jan 16, 2009 20:30:12 GMT -5
I hate bad fanfiction. Not omg-the-plot-is-so-overused bad. I'm talking the kind where the writer can't spell, doesn't know what an adjective is, had poor grammar and, even worse.... script format. Come on, people! It's not that hard! I wrote script format for my fanfics when I was ten. And I only wrote like that for a total of, maybe, three stories. Maybe. Even then, I knew the difference between 'your' and 'you're'. I don't know if it's public school or just plain inattention, but, seriously! They teach you basic grammar like that in, what, third grade? Second? And my kindergarteners know that you capitalize names and the first word in a sentence. I don't mind the occasional grammar mistake every now and then. We all do them, but why in the name of all that is holy can some people not learn to use the shift button, the comma, and the period? Seriously. It completely ticks me off when I'm browsing through fanfictions that sound interesting and click on one with a summary that sounds especially so and, boom, it's the most obnoxious grammar and spelling I've ever seen. That can literally ruin my day. Especially when it sounded really good. Because I can't read it. I can't stand the poor grammar. I'm not asking that you know where to place every colon, semicolon, and all those other complicated marks. I'm just asking that you put in some commas and periods. It can completely change the meaning of the sentence. My personal favorite example. "A woman without her man is nothing." Slight difference... "A woman, without her man, is nothing." My favorite "A woman: without her, man is nothing." Grammar changes things. So use it decently, okay writers? Especially those of you who say you want to get published. It's not gonna happen if your grammar is awful. Thanks.
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