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Grad Date Dance

Sooooooooo grad is next week… holy balls.

I’m excited!!!
but there’s one thing that’s kind of giving me the blues…

Grad Date Dance

So the beginning of the dance part of banquet starts off with a parent/grad dance (which I totally understand) and then a dance for the grads who have dates…
HOW COME THEY GET THEIR OWN DANCE?!

Are the people without dates supposed to just sit there and watch all the happy couples? Pretty sure I don’t want to have my face rubbed in the fact that all those people managed to get dates and I DIDN’T fts!! It’s like everyone who planned this dance thing all had dates and they wanted to flaunt it in the lesser people’s faces… thank you, assholes! Because I didn’t already feel lame enough.

I don’t see a singles’ dance in the itinerary… equality please! I mean, throw the single people a friggen bone. We deserve a chance to find some sort of other person! Usher told me that the DJ gets people falling in love, so it’s entirely plausible. Usher’s word is law.

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So Osama Bin Laden is dead

As like every person in North America knows, Osama Bin Laden is dead.

It bothers me so much to see all of the people who are CELEBRATING his death. People are ridiculously happy that the big bad boogeyman under their bed named Osama. I saw a newspaper the other day with a picture of his face and the caption “ROT IN HELL!” Uh… aren’t newspapers supposed to be objective?

What exactly makes people think that it’s all right to be happy about the fact that someone was MURDERED?

I don’t support what he did at all. But that doesn’t justify all the happiness about his death. He was just fighting for what he thought was right. Those were his beliefs, his morality. No yours or mine. And what makes our beliefs the right ones?

Why are people so jacked about his death?! Seriously. He had a family too. He had people who cared about him too. And now he’s dead and these people don’t have him anymore.

What if your son or husband or friend was murdered? And I was happy over that fact? He could have been the biggest asshat in the world, but that doesn’t give me the right to blatantly rejoice over the fact that he’s dead.

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5 woes of Kimpodia

This is going to be a long, ranty, angst filled post, so be prepared.

5. Math.
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.

2. Dogs.

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

1. University.

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

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Grad Banquet Blues

Grad is coming up fast and I’ve got quite the dilemma on my hands. I am debating whether I should go to the grad banquet or not. I mean, if you think about it, it’s just an overpriced, overhyped, dinner and dance.

Dresses are at least $300. And it’s not like grad dresses are something that you can wear more than once. They’re like a one time use object that you pay a ton of money for. There is so much other stuff that I could buy with that money. Stuff that I would actually use and continue to use. As opposed to a dress that I would wear for what? 6 hours? And it would spend the rest of it’s life trapped in a closet or hanging on the racks of a thrift store.

Then, after you’ve bought you expensive dress, you need shoes, hair, makeup, a limo, flowers, gifts… All this shit. Plus, tickets to eat there each cost $65. So if you’ve got a lot of family members, then that’s another shitload of money that’s thrown down a drain.

Moreover, I only talk to maybe 6 people at my school. They’d probably spend the night busy with their families and me with mine. But it’d be hard to talk to them in the giant crush of people in the room. A sweaty, noisy, potentially smelly crush of people. Ew.

This banquet is really just another day. A ridiculously overpriced day. Honestly, I think that I would be happier staying at home instead of going. Plus, I wouldn’t really regret going because it’s not like anything really happens. You take pictures, you eat, you go get wasted in some field, you throw up the $65 worth of food… Not exactly my idea of a fun night.

Geh. I know I’ll have to make a decision about going soon… I just don’t want to~

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Song that spell words

So. fucking. annoying.

After I listen to one of those songs the word is stuck in my head ALL DAY LONG. Which is super irritating and it makes me feel like I’m practicing for a spelling bee or something equally lame like that.

Do singers think that we can’t spell or something? Do they need really spell it out for us (snerk… lame pun ftl)?

Especially when it’s things like YMCA. That’s not even a word! It’s a fitness center! And I don’t want to guilt tripped by my music, kthanks.

BLAH! Damn singers and their catchy spelling songs… It’s like word-crack or something.

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Why are guys such cockteases?

Wasn’t it supposed to be women who played hard to get? These days I swear men are the ones spending their time devising ways to lead women on. It’s ridiculous!

I think that they have realized that there is a limited number of attractive males in the world and a surplus of attractive women. I mean, the ratio of attractive men to women is waaaaaaaaaaay out of proportion! So men are cock teasing US instead of us cock teasing THEM… wtf?!

They either lead us on, ignore us, or they make go and make themselves look less attractive just because they can.

Look at William Moseley! So. friggen. attractive. But then he goes and grows his hair out and looks like a scruffy hobo man. Disgust! I mean he’s totally being a cock tease, cause he knows he’s attractive but does he put the effort into maintaining attractive status? No.

It’s like the male equivalent of Natalie Portman shaving her hair off. But at least she had a reason to do it. There’s no reason for WM to be looking like this!

What are dudes like this?

Remember the good old days where women were the one being cock teases? Leading men on? It seems like those days are done… /sigh.

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Wearing PJs out of the house…

Why do people do it? I’d like to know where they got the idea that it’s ok to go out in their pajamas. Because it’s not.

The only time, ever, that it’s alright to wear them outside of the privacy of your home is when there is an emergency. And I’m not talking about an I-have-nothing-to-wear-so-I’m-gonna-wear-this emergency. I’m talking about a my-house-is-on-fire-and-I-have-3-seconds-to-get-out-before-I-am-burnt-to-a-crisp-and-end-up-looking-like-2-face emergency.

Nobody wants to see you in your pajamas. They are for HOME USE ONLY. If it was alright to wear pjs in public, then there wouldn’t be a pajama section would there? Fuck.

It’s so sloppy and lazy. Not to mention it’s visually unappealing to see people roaming around in pajamas. I mean, maybe when you were like 5 years old and it was PJ day at school it was cute, but now? No way in hell.

Save the sight of your sorry ass in pjs for private viewing. I’m talking friends, family, maybe your significant other. Not the entire population of the city. Thanks.

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