The Vent Channel

[✖ s a n n i]

That's really (and please, no one be offended by this) retarded. I never say that about anything, because I know how the phrase can offend some people, but this is over the edge. Yeah, it's hard roleplaying with people from the other side of the country, but doable, if they're informed that you have a different timezone. Obviously, you told her that, and she's just being a bitch. I'd leave. Or have a fit. Or both.

Not having to do with this except for the omega part: The omega rank is really not a low rank, but a very respected one in a pack. Yes, full pack members are technically a higher rank, but omegas are more important. The job of an omega is to stop and settle disputes between their packmates, risking injury or death to themselves, and ceasing fatal injury and death in their pack.

By the way, what's the site? I'm on the East Coast also, so I might join for some fun ;)

[Nile Crocodile]

<sub>Pardon my French, but that's just totally fucked up.

And I can say this with conviction because for the last two years I've been living as an ex-pat in Vietnam (just recently returned to the land of pizza bagels the free). 'Nam is literally across the globe from the US: the time zone is +14 hours, which meant that around the time I'd be getting on the computer, after school, it would be somewhere around midnight for most everyone else (except Flax, who is a Brit and therefore occasionally able to keep me company). And I was able to keep up on my replies and responsibilities just as well as anyone else.

Let me tell you, roleplaying with people in different timezones is completely and utterly doable. I did it for two years. So the IRC admin can BITE ME. >D</sub>

[meowmix]

Alright. There's something on my mind.

I'm on this site, and it's a great site. Or was. Kind of quiet, but people have lives and that's understandable. Then all these new members show up, and that's cool-- new members = more posting = more activity. But a) they don't effing know the difference between actually good roleplaying skills and the BULLCRAP people pull on shit like Neopets and b) CAN'T TAKE CRITICISM. And the mods, who used to be fecking awesome and strike with MODHAMMER when people fecked up, which people do and that's fine, are just sitting around with their thumbs up their arses letting all these newbs run around.

Now, I DO NOT HAVE AN ISSUE with new members. I really don't. I'm just sick of seeing this great site roll down the tubes of n00bish death, which I have seen happen OVER. AND OVER. AND OVER. I can't even bring myself to want to post because people disregard rules and etiquette of good roleplaying, nor is anyone REMOTELY interested in MAKING THEIR ROLEPLAYING SKILLS BETTER. I will be the first to admit I have a LONG way to go and I'm fine being told I need to work on something, including my attitude. However, I AM SO F***ING sick of the newbs on that site just whining and complaining whenever anyone with an ounce of actual advanced skill tells them to CHANGE SOMETHING. A good RP site is one which is challenging and makes the roleplayer work to GET BETTER. I have definitely been told before when I make mary-sue characters, am god-modding, powerplaying, etc. AND I F***ING SUCK IT UP AND REALIZE MY MISTAKE WITHOUT CRYING ABOUT IT.

Now. Here's the other thing. On that site, people take things SO. F***ING. PERSONALLY. If a person can't get on to post-- T.T THEYDUNLIKEMEWHAAAAA. If a person says hey, can you please fix this or make this better-- T.T THEYDUNLIKEMEWHAAAAA. AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND THE ADMIN DO. NOTHING. Just sit there and roll over and smile like this actually good that the site is being overrun with people who ARE NOT INTERESTED in BETTERING THE SITE.

AND I HATE WATCHING SITES TANK BECAUSE OF THAT. ALL of my favorite sites have died that way. And it's happening to this other site. AND I'M F***ING TIRED OF IT. It's to the point that if the only ACTIVE mod leaves, I'm leaving too, because that mod is the ONLY ONE who actually tries to help people get better and then has to F***ING APOLOGIZE FOR DOING SO because people CANNOT TAKE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM.

OH. and ON that site, I have turned into 'senior bitch' for not babying the f*ck out of people and telling them like it is. To be honest, I am generally a congenial person. My dander goes up when people are being morons. Then I have to keep apologizing for being 'bitchy' because I don't sugarcoat shit. F***ing awesome.

/rant.

[Flax]

-dry chuckle-

i hate them sorts of people. i mean. hate

like, when i was at work the other day and i was scarping sticky back velcro off the tops of the walls, i was pretending i was chiselling their heads off. 83. scary, no? what's even scarier is my epic fail at design concepts. they are so fail that im not participating in artwork anymore.

yes. that is correct. im not drawing anything. any fucking. more.

i might scan in my pics to dA that i havnnt yet, and finish the fursona i hand drew, but that is it. im actually getting sick of it - i mean... eye patch and wings? when would i ever wear that? >>;; cause its not like... my general persona at all is it, same as im not British, not blonde, and not vegetarian. you know, i also dont like wolves! -can you sense the sarcasm?-

soo yeah. and im fucking annoyed because now i cant use that fucking beautiful lineart my very good friend on another site made for me, tailored to my design. we are african wild dog buddies... and her 'sona is epic, apparantly, mine is blah. even though this fecking awesome artist wanted to do fan art for ot. bleh. who cares, it was shit. mainly cause i cant do african wild dog fur. note, these dont look anything like wolves.

so. my dA is just going to be filled up with epic poetry from now on. there's this great one about killing you best friend ITS AMAZING. passion of the k i l l;; is what it's called, check it out, see inside my head for a while.

SEE WHAT E X O D U S WILL DO TO YOU

well, anyway, friday night sucked cock. frankly cause i was thrown in the emo bin face first and felt like i wanted to kill myself.
seriously, this hasnt happened in like... under half a year. i havnt wanted to rip my throat out, i havnt wanted to drown in my own blood, i havnt wanted to smash my head against a wall untill i got brain damage. GEE. SO MUCH FOR BEING BETTER. i couldnt be fucked with anyone, i was in constant tears from about 8pm to 2am, hoping that fucking sleeping might help. i woke up next day, and my mum said i looked terrible, and asked whether i had been up the whole night.

FOR ONCE, I WASNT. JUST BAWLING MY EYES OUT ALL FRICKIN NIGHT.

new subject.

i hate pitying people, especially when theyre like 'OHSOANDSODOESNTLIKEMECAUSEIDIDNTDOANYTHING' seriously, that knee to groin worthy. i am a bitch, yes, and a hypocrite. i am a massive fucking hypocrite.

but kiddies. roleplaying is for improving your epic writing skillz. not prancing around with pity pleas.

what you have to understand - if i have ever seemed fucked off with you, which is likely- is that im a bit of a... not exactly a perfectionist, but i like things to go right. i dont like mollycoddling people, and pretending everything is fine when something needs correcting, but i will calm down and apologise like a good bitch anyway, just so you dont aggravate me with anymore smartass pity cries. im not saying that will happen here, but ive been on many a site where i have face palmed so many times at the lack of consideration for a site.

and i agree with my mixie baby one thousand and ten percent. i dont think there needs to be any more explaining there.


i could have written more. i could have written the apocalypse of tomes about my freakin problems. but that just pins them all down on you gaise doesnt it? i wouldnt want to worry people with my problems. -frolicks in field of daises- ew... i hate flowers.

thats me done for today. im sure Mixie will get much more angst and cussing and shit on msn, but i wont be spreading it here, dont worry. theres only so much depression a site can take after all.


CIAO BITCHES
F L A X
tuning out~

[tyalie]

My turn! My first rant today will be on the moronic roleplayers who took over a site I USED to like.

Ok. So it was a warriors roleplay (you know with the cats and stuffz). So I log on one day to go about posting on all my boards and chatting with people I had become friends with during the tiem I had been on the site when BAM! I see it in the shadowclan board. Some f***ed up user decided that she was going to make her cat into some kind of uber-babymakin machine!! The poor cat had EIGHTTEEN KITTENS all at THE SAME TIME within a SIX MINUTE TIME PERIOD. Thats three kittens a minute!! And then she just got up and went to go get something to eat!! Am I the only one who see's something wrong with this?!?!! And then to make it even WORSE, I read back to the begining and realize that for some f***ed up reason NO ONE KNEW THIS F***ING CAT WAS PREGO!!! There is NO WAY IN HELL that 1)a cat can have 18 kittens at once and live, and 2) even if it was possible she would probably DIE in labor and so would most of her kittens. And none of the admins did ANYTHING!! They were just like "oh! 18 kittens! Awww.. they're so cute ^^ Oh, btw, mind if the mother goes hunting with my cat right now?" I was like WTFFFFF?!?! And started complaining about it. You know what happened? I was labled a 'bitch' because I wasn't allowing people to have freedom with their characters!

Ok so my second rant will be on the many moronic people in my school.

First Im going to start with the IDIOTS who stand RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALL in between classes and do NOTHING. They just stand there talking about how meaningless their lives are and how nothign is ever going thier way. Now, I wouldn't have a problem with these people if it wasn't for the fact that they are acting as a human blockade between me and my next class!! So, Im polite and I ask "Hey, can you guys please move so I can get by?" and you know what happens? Im F***ING IGNORED. So, pissed off now I shove my way through the mass of wasted human life. You know what happens? I get this: "HEY! You could have just asked us to move! B****!" and I feel like screaming at them "You know what?! I DID ask you to move. THIRTY TIMES. But you were so involved with talking to someone who you probably are thinking of stabing in the back, you didn't notice me. So you know what? F*** IT!" and I end up walking away pissed and it ruins my whole next class. Next, its going to be about all the knocked-up bitches at my school who think they can be late for class and be all high and mighty just because they slept with some dead-beat looser who got them prego and then never thought of them again. There I was, standing in line for lunch when this pregnant chick walks up to me and goes to stand in front of me! I was like "Excuse me?? What do you think your doing?" and she replied with "UM Hello! I'm pregnant here. That means I have another life in me. I THINK I have the right to get in line before you." I wanted to F***ing slap the bitch. But, luckily for her, I have more self control than that. Instead I looked her in the eyes, steped in front of her, and said "Listen, I know you feel all high and mighty because you got knocked-up, but the rest of the world, doesn't care and thinks your a scank." and now half my SCHOOL thinks Im a bitch becuase I wouldn't let her walk all over me!!! WTFFFF?!?!

*breathes deeply* Im going to stop here becuase If I don't, It will go on forever. >.>

[✖ s a n n i]

Me? I am nothing, if not fair, as I see it. Of course I have my little pre-judgments about people, but I prefer to get to know them before trashing them and spreading rumours and the like. And don't ask me to be nice. I will be fair. Equal. A little egalitarian. Judge from experience. And oh ho, I have had my share of experiences.

Vent #1 :: Wind Ensemble. An elite group of flawless band members who strive for the top. A place you go after Freshman or Sophomore year if you enjoy Symphonic Band. A band that requires a tryout. A tryout in which you must play an entire solo song in front of everyone else trying out. But this is not a problem. Not to me. I'm a skilled flautist.
Band Teacher: label --> fair, a little erratic, somewhat bipolar, pissy if the drummers are misbehaving. What does she think of me? Last year, band was a place I didn't want to go. 4th-8th grade, I was very involved. Very strict about my playing. 9th grade? Not so much. A wind down from the glory years. This year, I've joined up with Marching Band, have done everything in my power to be at every practice, every game, every competition, and even band camp. -snicker-. "Hey, Ms. BandTeachersLastName, I'd like to get a copy of the tryout music for the Wind Ensemble tryout."
"You're trying out...?"

Vent #2 :: Idiot Extremely Obnoxious Freshmen + Myself = Migraine.
They stand in the middle of the hall, they push the upperclassmen around, resulting to a punch in the jaw, they think they're the top of the world. Over in the corner from Middle School #1 is the sluts; nasty little things, druggies, and they've got a porno in the grade, top of the local cops list to watch out for! Dumped urine on my cousin, resulting in a black eye from my own fist. To the Vice Principal's Office, away!
In the next corner, coming from Middle School #2; the smartasses. These creatures believe they are the top of the school. They stand wherever they like, including the front of my locker, and I have to beat myself through their thick crowds, just to try to get through. I can't even open the locker door with them in my midst.
And in the last corner, coming from Middle School #3; the geeks. Nerds. Overall freaks. These are the ones who pick their nose when everyone's looking, who cower in fear at the mere sight of any upperclassmen, and trip over thin air (not that I don't do that myself). I'm a freak myself. But these guys? They think they're awesome. They make fun of everyone. I want to gnaw on one of them.
Freshmen Warning Label :: Approach With Caution. Harmful If Swallowed. Toxic To Consume. Flammable. Hazardous. Can Fight Back.
Side Effects Include :: Migraines, headaches, heart failure, death.

Vent #3 :: MIDTERMS. By God, who the hell invented these things anyway? They're hell. Worse. I can guarantee the school has slaughtered an entire rainforest with all the reviews given out. I'm up to my nose in work.

Vent #4 :: FUCKING N00BS! I WILL STAB YOU.
N00bs are this species made up of a powerful matter called "absolute fail." And once again, they have succeeded in making my life harder than it needs to be.
Y'see, I make screenies on Neopets, 'cause I'm a loser like that, and some people happen to like them, even if I'm not funny. Not in the least. But they enjoy my artwork, and for that I appreciate their... loyalty...
But n00bs? No. They can't sit back and appreciate. They have to complain about how much they suck, and have to go tracing my artwork or claiming it as their own.
@#$% you, n00bs. Can't wait to see you in Hell.

[Amaru]

Noobs do tend to upset an otherwise good, competitive, or enjoyable experience. I have had to deal with it myself on several occasions. People trying to tell me that I should stop acting like their "English teacher", and that they'll type however they wish. It really pisses me off when they do this. Simply put, they need to spell and utilize grammar. I also do a decent amount of gaming(particularly Xbox Live these days), and not even that realm is exempt from noobs. In gaming, certain player choices and settings (like weapons loadout) are considered noob because they require no skill or because that loadout is overpowered.

It's a shame that you have had your work stolen by them. I'm not an artists. A writer, rather. And I'd be furious if such a thing happened to me.

[Ocoa]

Sanni-- Personally, I like freshmen. I mean... who else am I going to stick in a trash can?

Knowing the risk of being drowned in estrogen and being threatened with castration, what did noobs ever do to you? Just asking. Sure, they're selfish, arrogant, ignorant, and mentally deficient, but they are people, too. Plus, don't you get some secret satisfaction out of coming across noobs? Meeting a noob makes me feel that much smarter, better, and cooler even if they piss me off beyond recognition.

On a vent note. Phuck Fysics. I love mechanics, but electricity makes no sense. Sorry, Ben Franklin, I don't get this assignment at all. Plus, this pastoral poem Wolf and I have to do blows my mind. You'd think that being the hopeless romantic I am would allow me to write a seemingly utopian love poem towards some girl from my farm and herd of sheep. No. Dyslexia screws everything up.

[Wolfen]

Dear Vent Channel,

Ocoa pretty much summed everything up.
Though, I must say, dyslexia isn't my problem.
It's laughing at Ocoa's (distracting) post that presents the conflict.

Signed,
Wolf

[✖ s a n n i]

Ocoa :: Amen to that. I should appreciate n00bs more often, otherwise people would be saying I'm the idiot. What I don't appreciate is their lack of art ability that gives them the thought that they can just trace my work. I think those are the kind of n00bs I was venting more towards, lol.

ONTO THE VENTING~!
I can deal with bullies. Female bullies, like most girls expect. I could deal with half the school hating me because I pissed off a prego, or deal with someone super bitchy. What I didn't expect in my Middle and High School years was dealing with a male bully. The guys don't usually pick on the girls. This guy's different. This guy's an ass.
There is this... child in my grade. Yes, I call him a child. He behaves as one. His name is Ralph. I had this friend named Jessica in middle school. He made fun of her. I defended her. The three years go on.
Jessica and I are in different high schools. There are five available ones for our choosing: three Catholic Schools (one male, one female, one coed), and two Public Schools. She goes to the other public school. But the bickering continues, except this time, I'm his main victim. I'm not as bold as I used to be, not as abrasive. Oh, to you guys I seem, because all that is from my head. I don't actually speak those words aloud.
Last year though, he told me something that put me over and edge. Yes, I've had stupid comments like misfit, ugly, fatass (which doesn't make any sense because some doctors were afraid I had anorexia before they knew my diet. Yeah, I'm that grossly skinny. I've been gaining weight though). Anyway, last year, the last full day of school for the year (we have finals afterward), the end of lunch comes rolling in, and I'm just trying to prepare for a migraine called World Civilizations. Horrible class. My teacher came in high on drugs on several occasions.
I came to school in an average sized t-shirt that has the WWF panda on it (don't ask me why the hell I remember this. My memory doesn't serve for anything important), jeans, sneakers, and a large black hoodie. My hair was in a knottish bun like thing. I looked horrible, which is besides the point, but I felt like the way I presented myself that day made me more vulnerable. It was the last day of school. What could happen?
He would happen. He had gathered his friends around, a few feet away from me. My friend Cailen and I watched in confusion, and then went back to ignoring him. Unfortunately, out of our large and closely knit group of friends, her and I were the only ones out of the group in this lunch. More vulnerability.
He came up to me and went down on his knee. Katie, my love for you is like diarrhea. I just can't hold it in. The comment earned him my size 10 foot launched at his balls, and me a trip to the Vice Principals. No detention, but a fair warning. Of course I was upset! Not about the idiotic comment, but that anyone had the will in them to try to ruin someone's life. I made sure he knew that no matter what he says, my head will be held up high, but if he causes anyone else to feel depressed or sad, that my foot will be up his ass next time. That's why I defended Jess. I didn't know if she stood tall like I did, brushed the comments aside, or was devastated by them. I assumed the worst, and took action.
Yesterday, he yelled across the parking lot, Katie (last name here), you ugly bastard!
I yelled, Ralph (last name here), you dumbass pussy! You can't even say that to my face!
I know, I know, I tell my friends. They say that he's just picking on me because he was abused by his dad as a kid. That gives him no right for him to say whatever he likes to me. It doesn't upset me, as I know he wishes it did. It infuriates me. What if it wasn't me he was abusing? We had a suicide two years ago. If he abused someone else, he could've caused that person to do the same. But I'm smarter and stronger than that. What angers me is... I'm rambling, aren't I? You get the point.

[aki.]

somehow, aki has nothing to vent about. well. i do. but. fine.

if i don't respond, its either;

a) i dun want to talk to you. piss off.
b) i'm actually not there. piss off again.
c) i can't pay attention to you and the five other people who all decided to message me at once. wait your turn. piss off againagain.
d) yah. heard me. piss off. stop spamming me.

anyways, i gives you all a hug and remain ur friendly neighborhood lurker.

***edit;

wait. i do have stuff to rant about that i just totally sort of forgot. D<

okay, she's a bitch, with a capital B-I-T-C-H. i know that i stabbed her in the back once, but that was only because she was going to ruin her life doing whut she was doing otherwise. since, from what i know, smoking weed and sending porn over your cellphone is illegal. but thats not what is actually bothering me. its the fact that i still miss being friends, despite the fact she ended it for the most stupid reason ever. i mean. driving arrangements? wth. i had no power over that.

gym class. ugh. i dun want it. all it does for aki is make her feel more self-conscious than she already is. but its a damn requirement and ew. can someone please explain to me why its a requirement? and dun feed me bullshit about it teaching students how to stay fit and earn a healthy lifestyle. i'm 17. i know sports. and my habits are already set up. 45 minutes of making a fool out of myself isn't going to change me for the better. what i think is hilarious, though, is that my gym teacher thinks he can make me love gym class and physical activity. once again-- 17. been taking gym class every year since elementary, (besides freshmen), and guess whut? still hate it.

AND FOR THE LOVE OF GAWD. MY NAME IS KELLI. SPELLED WITH AN 'I'. NOT KELLIE, KELLEY, KELLY, OR KELEIGH.

in fact, we're going to rant about this dude at my lunch table. in fact, i'm going to yell at him right now. MY NAME IS NOT SASQUATCH OR WATERBOTTLE. WHICH MEANS, YES, I DON'T FUCK MYSELF WITH A WATERBOTTLE. NO, I DON'T WANT TO DO THE 'SEXY SCISSORS' WITH THE PIXELGUY ON MY BINDER, AND YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND WHY THAT MADE ME LAUGH IN THE FIRST PLACE. ALSO, HEATHER IS NOT A BITCH, SO STAY OUT OF HER FACE OR ELSE AKI IS GOING TO PUT HER FOOT SO FAR DOWN YOUR THROAT, . . .

oh, one last thing.

THE OCEAN. NEEDS TO GO AWAY.

end.

[Ocoa]

I know it's been a while since we posted on the Vent Channel, but I cannot hold this one in.

Last night, on February 7th, the Colts lost the Super Bowl to the Saints. I'm a huge Peyton Manning and Colts fan, and this is a complete tragedy. I bawled like a baby for hours on end. It's terrible, and I don't know who I am anymore.

I posted a definition on Urbandictionary.com, but it didn't get passed...

"Bandwagon"

What people are said to be on when they suddenly become fans of the New Orleans Saints after they defeated the Indianapolis Colts in Super Bowl XLIV.

Ocoa: "I can't believe the Colts lost!"
Wolfen: "I know! The Saints are my new favorite team! =D <3!"
Ocoa: "Shut the fuck up, and get off the fucking bandwagon."

Like I said before, this didn't get passed. I can't imagine why.

[✖ s a n n i]

GOD DAMMIT UNCLE CHRIS. I WILL STAB YOU IN THE FOOT.

Y'see, the superintendent of my school district sends out this little message that tells us that there's no school tomorrow. It's gonna snow. A lot.

AND THEN, I get a call from "Private Caller," and a monstrous robotic voice is at the other end claiming to be the Principal of my school and that there will be school. It called several times.

Then my uncle Chris calls. "Hey Katie, is there school tomorrow?"
"Nope."
"Yeah, I thought so. I keep getting these weird ass calls saying there's school tomorrow, and then there isn't, and then there is again."
"Oh my God, I keep getting those too!"
Uncle Chris says something but it suddenly interrupted by the monster-voice.
"Hello?" Oh God, did he [the monster] tap the phone lines?
"Hey! What was that?!"
"I don't know."
"I'm freaked out. You have to tell your mom."
"She's not home."
"Where's your dad?"
"Not home."
"...okay it was me."
"GODDAMMIT UNCLE CHRIS I'M GONNA COME OVER THERE AND STAB YOU IN THE FOOT. YOU SCARED THE LIVING CHRIST OUT OF ME!!!!"
"-laughing- The Living Christ?"
"Oh, shut up."
"Don't worry about it. It was all Lori's plan."
Lori in the background: "You're such a liar!"

I swear to God I almost peed myself.

[[[ feather]

o 3o VENT CHANNEL!

I must agree with just about every single one of you with your rants. Noobs are just...they're noobs. I can't say much more about it. I can't join a site without the fear of people labeling me a noob just because of my join date. Ugh. Um. Sites that have bitchy admins. Now there is a topic I may start at.

Vent Numero Uno. There are a lot of admins out there that are a) extremely bossy and think that just because they're admins that means they have the right to kick you when you're down, b) like to smear your name just because you're new or disagree with something, and c) just generally have "queen syndrome".

About two or three years ago, I joined a site in hopes of expanding my role playing skills. It was one of those Correctional Center ones. Well, it had just opened and the admin was hiring people to be mods. Since I know my way around proboards, I told her I could do some work on the site and accept profiles and enforce rules. She was fine with it. Well, the site started out great. We had a lot of people who joined. I brought in people, they brought in people. We had mini plots everywhere. Loved it. Well, the admin just kind of vanished. For a period of about two months. She didn't say why or where she'd gone. She just went...poof. Well, because of that, the site sort of died. Lack of active admins means lack of active members. I was the only mod, so I recruited two people I knew could help me out with keeping the site active. Well, she returned and said she was closing the site due to inactivity. That kind of irked me. She said I had no say in keeping it open because it was her site. I even offered to take it over so the members could still return and keep up with stuff. Did she agree? No. So, out of anger, I told her to have fun creating a new site because she didn't really know anything about the boards. The two friends who were helping me....yeah. They took her side. Told me I was a bitch and that I needed to chill out because it was her board after all.

All that hard work. Only to be kicked out and have the door hit me in the ass on my way out. One of the people who had gone to the site managed to get my e-mail, so he wrote me this letter saying I had every right to be pissed off because I was taking time out of my life to do whatever. Know what? We're building a site together now. [which is on hiatus due to school and work and basically being too lazy to think of a plot. xD]

But yeah. So, from there, admins have gotten worse. Until this year. I found...three or so admins I love. That'd be Spick, Chase, and...well...even though I don't think I've met you, Wolfen. And their mods [for the most part] have been a great help and very kind. They can also take a joke.

Can I move onto real life stuff now? I can? Good.

Rant Numero Dos. Very recently I lost a friend of mine who I was very close to. I mean, we were so close...we were practically dating. However, about two weeks ago, he and a friend of ours were picking on me. That is normal. I mean, I don't mind them doing so. It's kind of funny. So the two guys were joking around with me and saying stuff about roasting me and eating me. Well, I made a comment about having no meat on my bones. So one just goes, "You're joking, right? You're fat." What does the close friend do? Goes with it and they continue to call me fat. For two days. They talked about how my arse was fat and that I should be careful when I walk, because I might hit someone with it. It was just obnoxious and rude. So, I got really, really, REALLY pissed off. I told them they had no right to call me fat, they had no rights going from joking with me to harassing me. I even went as far as to not speak to them. Well, the close friend got mad at me. He told me he didn't understand how I could possibly be mad at him. Um...Reality check, much? Never call a girl fat. Even if she is. Which I'm not. It makes issues. Oh, and don't ever make comments about her PMSing or being on her period. That just...yeah. They said that stuff as well. I wanted to strangle them, rip out their throats, and then watch them drown in their own blood. D<

So, anyhow. He texts me asking me if I was still mad, so I told him the truth. I was still kind of mad. Mostly because he hadn't even apologized. So, he told me I was...Here, lemme quote him:

"You need to get off your high horse, bitch. You're not on a military base. You can't think of only yourself."

Lemme just say this, public school vs. military school...yeah. There are tons of differences. I miss school on base. Just sayin'.

But anyhow. So I was really upset. I cried. Just...bawled. Lost my appetite, couldn't sleep, was sick as a dog, it just sucked.

Friday, he talked to me for the first time in four/five days. We had a decent conversation and he promised not to harass me again. Well. Monday hits, and he....doesn't talk to me....At all. Same as yesterday. Today? Well, I was talking to one of our friends and he asked me why he wasn't talking to me. I didn't know why. But I told him that basically I was a royal bitch who only cares about herself, so I wasn't worth speaking to. That kinda set him off. He wouldn't even look me after that. Which, kinda irked me. I mean, was he mad that I admitted to the world that he called me those things? I dunno. We will see what tomorrow brings. Personally, I hope he chokes.

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Now off to bed I go without an issue. Perhaps. Until I think about him and what he said to me. Ugh. |:

[Flax]

i. hate. people. who. kiss. arse. crack. i. want. to. rip. their. ovaries. from their. fallopian. tubes. and. feed. them. to. cannibalistic. ducks. good. day.

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Phae;; D'aww. Thanks. It's taken years of practice. And I do mean years. xD You're awesome yourself. :3

That IRC crap sounds like stuff I'm going through right now. Except none of us are wolves and there's a lot of drama behind the entire IRC. Hrm. I stuck with a few close people, made nice with the people who talked to me nicely, but I otherwise kept my nose out of the drama. Unless it involved me or a friend. |: Unfortunately, my friend Liam has decided to drag me into every little affair he has. So, I have to kick ass almost daily. It's pathetic. Liiza [my char] finally announced to the people in the room that she was fed up with Aristos [Liam's char] and that if he said anything, she refused to defend his case. xD One of the people who hates him was like, "So does that mean I don't have to worry about hitting a girl? WOOO! -begins plotting-"

Made my day.

Anyhow. I've got some chores to do, posting to do, etc. So, I'll be back a little later for some hardcore ranting about classroom activities and people taking them too far.

[aki.]

ooooooh vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent vent, . . .

-clears throat-

stop asking for your stories. its something i'll get done when i get done. because for me, writing doesn't come easily. i really /do/ have to apply myself to it. i can't just write on a whim. its just an attention span problem that i've had for a while now. yet at the same time, i refuse to half-ass my work. writing is such a great art form, and i can't stand when its just brushed off. my stories. my roleplays. i put myself into them and i try so much to try and get into the head of the character. if it bugs you that i can't get things done fast enough-- things that actually don't have a turn-in date -- write it yourself. seriously, i can't stand to be forced into it or else it turns out like crap. really, you can tell the difference.

and just for an example, (not to rag on you mix, because i'm not upset at you for this sort of thing, xD), you don't know how difficult it is for dirty-minded, although somewhat /innocent/ and non-violent aki to write as confused lover-boy psycho killer. kthnx.

write it yourself, write it yourself, write it yourself.

[aki.]

psst aki. it was a joke. I wasn't being serious because you've made it very clear before all this. I was just joking and failing horribly at it.

-sigh- I think I'm just gonna stay of dA now. Sorry if I unwatch you, but it seems like I'm just causing problems with it.

ohmai. i wasn't referring to you or teh canon muffin story. its something else. like. re-guarding other friends who want side-stories that branch off tms or tms2. or just. separate seperate in general. like fan-fiction.

sorry 'about that. Dx -ifail-

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Rant Number One;; People who take class discussions too seriously. Those kind of people....they drive me INSANE. I can't friggin' stand it. Lemme tell you a lovely story.

My U.S. History and Government [USHAG] teacher decided to do a little exercise with each class to help us understand the causes of WWI and all that jazz. So, we were told to make groups of two and create a country. We had to have a lot of requirements met, however. Natural resources, etc. So, when everyone has they're countries made, we were then told to make a map with our countries on them. Easy enough for my country. We were basically located in the bottom right hand corner. Kinda like Australia. So anyhow, we were then told to decide which countries we would be trading with. Naturally, we chose to trade with the country closest to us, Racsagadam, because we'd already decided that in the very beginning. [Secret alliance kinda thing] We also decided to trade with King Kong Ke$ha. [Silly names, no? Ours was Wannahawkalougey xD]

But anyhow. So one group asked to trade with us. We asked what they had. Well, turns out we had most of the same items, except we had Diamonds and Oil and junk. But, they wanted all that for...Leather. Which we were already getting from another country. So, we told them nothanks. :]

Well, after a bit of stuff going on in countries, ours had a natural disaster. Only two countries sent money and supplies to help. Which, we didn't mind. After all, with the two countries combined, it was enough to supply...a lot of people. xD

Well, the country we didn't trade with - Ben10 - refused to help merely because we didn't trade with them. Fluffy and I didn't mind. We were like, "Ohokay, we understand." So blahblahblahblah...Ben10 suddenly feels like we're a threat to them. Who decides to make threats? One of the members of that group. The USHAG teacher thought she was joking. Nono, she was honest. She talked about how she was going to kick my ass and all this nonsense. I was like, "Uhh... o.e'' stfu?"

Well, this is over a span of about...three days? On the fourth day, King Kong Ke$ha decides it's going to take over Canadanadandanada. So, we remain neutral while everyone picks sides. Fluffy and I decided it was best to stay out because of Ben10's issue with us. Half of KKK joins our country for fear of one of the member's lives. xD Don't ask about that. So, we decide...Wth, we should just trade supplies and junk with everyone. With the guarantee of safety. Plus, our goods were half price.

Well, Ben10 was kinda pissed off because of this. Blahblahblah. The girl who made the threats kept at her threats. Even outside of class. It was pathetic. Well, in the end, we set off bombs and only Racsagadam survived. Which was fine with us.

Today, one of my friends calls me over and just goes, "Soandso is still talking shxt behind your back." and then went on to say how she was planning on jumping me or some shit.

I just don't understand why these fxcking people have to be this way. Sorry for the long, lame story of my class, but honestly...why? That's bullshit. She should learn to calm down and not take shit so seriously. [/thatrant]

Rant Number Two;; Facebook. You can't post ANYTHING thing there without people asking 325479332962454 questions about it. I like to put random stuff in my status messages about anything when I'm pissed off or something. Today I wrote, "I quit." Because I was trying to work on a computer and it decided not to cooperate. Well, someone asked me why I quit and I said nothing. THEN....my best friend messages me and asks me what's wrong. After telling her nothing was wrong, I posted gibberish followed by the D< face.

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People are friggin' nosey. Just mind your own business and you wouldn't have issues. Right, right?

Rant Number Three;; I honestly hate it when parents are like this:

Mom: You can't go anywhere until your room is spotless.
Child: Okay.... -goes to clean room.

-Mom goes to work and leaves Dad in charge-

Dad: Is your room cleaned so I can go do stuff and drop you off wherever?
Child: Notsomuch. I still have laundry to put away.
Dad: You have until seven.

-dinnertime rolls around, child stays in room to finish cleaning, Dad enters room demanding child eats, but child is too busy to eat and will when her room is finished-

And then they have a fight. I don't know why parental units have to have fits about...rooms. I clean my room when I'm pissed off or upset. I haven't been cleaning it because I've been decent. But anyhow. Dad just informed me that I had until nine. Well, my room had been done since six-twenty-ish. And I'd unpacked my bag to go anywhere. Plus, I could've cared less about going to my best friend's, because I don't want to sit there knowing she's texting/iming that scumbag of a boyfriend of hers who has a death wish with me because he's an asshole who just needs to die. So, anyhow. Dad comes in and asked me what I was doing/ if I was still going. Turns out...I'm a stuck up bitch because I'd unpacked my bag after he'd told me I wasn't allowed to go anywhere due to my attitude earlier. [that was nonexistant until my little sister gave me shit about something.]

So, here I sit. Content....Now that I've ranted. I hate fucking parents. They...well, they suck for the most part.

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Good news is, I have the next five days off. :3 No school until Thursday. Woo.

[Raii]

feather - i understand all of your problems, and i agree that they all suck.

here is my one and only rant of the day.
i'm starving, and i cannot eat. i would actually kill for an abundance of baby food right now. and it hurts like hell to hiccup. feels like someone is ripping the tonsil scabs from my throat. and i've had a LOT of hiccups today :[

the end.