2 posts tagged “rant”

I feel like ranting.  Don't get me wrong, I'm fairly content with life.  I'm just in a mood to gripe about something here in a blog where no one really has to hear me out if they don't want to.  I'm not quite sure what I ought to rant about, though.  There are several things I could choose that are on my mind right now.  I'm frustrated by the injustice of racial discrimination in the workplace.  My friend is the recipient of this injustice and I want to kick his boss in the teeth.  I'm also paying one grand to live in the dorm with a rude, alcoholic roommate.  She's over there on her bed in her drawers, and I'm blogging about her.  Hee.

And, as a smaller annoyance, the media is horribly slanted this election year.  The media is covered with headlines, photos, and videos that feature Clinton and Obama.   Republicans are covered as well, to be fair(and there's always exceptions to this), but for the most part, they're kind of swept under the rug in the shadow of the first woman and first black man to run for president of a nation that is sick of George W. Bush.  Now, for the record, I'm independent, so I pick whoever I feel is best for our nation as a whole, whether it's Democrat or Republican.  But it's not right for the media to slant their reports.  

And another thing!  RAWR!  I don't really care about the media filling me in on what's going on with Britney Spears (or whoever it is at the moment) in between the political discussion.  No one deserves to have their personal life drama plastered over the evening news.  The evening news should not be concerned with things like that.  Leave that to the sleazy celeb magazines.  So...yeah!  LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE! (it's an old joke but I couldn't help it.  Not really a joke, anyway.  I'm starting to feel sorry for her, at least for the way the media treats her.)  My point is that I want to hear real news that actually effects everyday people, without trying to subtly influence their opinion.

'k, there.  That's enough of that subject.  

...it didn't work.  I still want to kick someone in the shin.  It really doesn't help when people I don't know keep unlocking my door and walking in the room, saying they're my room mate's friends and she sent them to get something for her.  Mmyep.

--oh look!  There's another girl walking into my room with my roommate's keys!  It's a different one this time!  Ain't that swell?  And against policy?  And isn't it great that she's gonna bust in later tonight at 1:00AM, drunk as a skunk, turning on the florescent lights, talking on the phone, and slamming doors, drawers, and other things around as if there's no one trying to sleep only four feet away from her?  Isn't it lovely? ISN'T IT? RRRRRRGH?!?

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Huh.  The ranting blog post usually gets things off my chest and makes me feel better.   Weird.  I feel only slightly better.  Maybe.  Not much, though.  Guess I'll try to watch some Ergo Proxy instead.  Avoiding reality usually works better than griping about it.

On one hand, I am eternally grateful to it.  It provides me with a means to go to college and pursue my dreams.  It's like a free ticket to freedom--freedom to pursue my dreams as I wish. 

And yet one must go through hell just to fill the thing out online.  Every year I end up typing and retyping the same things I just finished typing, over and over again, just in an attempt to log in.  Then, as I try to navigate backwards for whatever reason (forgot something, re-checking my submission, step away from computer for too long, etc), it screws the whole thing up and I lose what I had.  Now I have to do the whole thing over again!  The whole thing!

I'm not really all that much of a hothead, though.  I give people the benefit of the doubt.  Probably too much, sometimes.  I know the site has to be that way to protect my information.  I imagine it deletes the data after a page is left, and that's why you have to type some things in again.  It just gets really really old when something that should, in theory, take about an hour, takes about three hours instead.  I think I just wanting something to gripe about.  The real frustration is that I need to take a roll of film outside and develop it by tonight for photography class, but it's really cloudy outside and I don't know if I'll be able to make it.  And all the other kids will have photos to print tomorrow, and I won't.  *sniff*

I took my other frustrations out on you, FAFSA.  I sorry.  I'ma go eat me a sammich now.
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