This is going to be a long, ranty, angst filled post, so be prepared.
I have a midterm on Wednesday and I forgot to bring home my binder with all my notes in it… fack. And it’s a long weekend, so I’ll only have one day to study. To say that I’ll do badly is an understatement.
But really, what is the point of Math? Beyond adding/subtracting/multiplying/dividing and counting, what are the odds that you will ever use what you’ve learned in daily life? Pretty slim to none.
If I was an engineer or something, I could see myself using it. But guess what? I’m not and I have absolutely no aspirations to be one and I’m guessing a majority of the population feels that way too. So what the hell is math mandatory until grade 11?
I’m positive that I will never need to find out what a triangles angles/sides equal, or use F.O.I.L. or B.E.D.M.A.S., or use parabolas. Ever again.
4. My cat.
I love my cat, really I do. But for the past month, he’s been the bane of my existence.
He’s gone into heat, which is the most annoying thing. All he does is meow and howl. The worst thing, though, is that he attacks me. Constantly. I’ll just be petting him or something and out of no where he’ll go psycho and start attacking me. Then, I’ll toss him away from me or smack him or whatever and 5 minutes later he’ll come back and want to be pet and then the cycle starts all over again. It’s ri-fucking-diculous.
I’d get him neutered but right now I have to way to get to the neutering place. And my mom says it’s to early to get him neutered, which is complete BS, but she thinks she’s the god of knowledge and god forbid I argue with her because I know nothing at all. Which brings me to my next woe…
3. Living at home.
I would love to move out and I would in a heartbeat. But, realistically, I can’t. I don’t have a job and I’m going to university next year. So I have no source of income and, if I did have one, it’d be going towards my education. It sucks.
I hate having to answer to someone else about what I’ve been doing. I hate having to live by someone else’s rules. I hate the fact that I could be kicked out if I don’t abide by whatever “the head of the household” says. I hate it.
Which probably sounds all ungrateful since I don’t have to pay for anything, but still. I feel like my independence is being bought off. Like if they buy me something or give me a place to live, then that means they have power over me.
And I’ve been trying to get a job, so that I’ll be able to save up and move out. But no one wants to hire me! I’ve applied to a ton of places and no one calls me back. And it’s not that my resume sucks or anything because I had to make a legit one in a class. I got called back once and that was in like grade 8… I guess that was my once chance to get a job.
I rant about this all the time. All. the. time. It’s not all dogs, but specifically my family’s dogs. Which have made me dislike all other dogs through association, but that isn’t the point.
My family’s dogs seriously have no point. All they do is bark and whine and make messes. And no one in my family even really cares about them. I straight up hate them, but everyone else says that they love them.
Oh really, you love them? No one ever takes them out for walks. They get pet like once every month. They live in this little space on the stairs and an area below the stairs (yes, like Harry Potter). All they do during the day is eat and sleep and once in a while go outside. Wow, what a wonderful existence. You can really tell that the people in my family “love” the dogs. At least I’m up front about the fact that I don’t like them, instead of saying that I do, when really I don’t. Actions>words.1
It is so confusing registering for classes. I really have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. So next week sometime, I have to go in and ask for help. By which time the classes will probably all be full, because that’s just how my life is going these days.
If you follow me on Twitter, you know how I feel about getting into classes. Especially ones with watch lists.
Those are all my woes. For now… /wrist