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dramaturgy) wrote2003-02-07 06:51 pm
dramaturgy) wrote2003-02-07 06:51 pm
Wherein Liz overuses the words "sick", "tired", and various forms of "fuck", as well as caps.
Well, fuck, its my LJ, if I can't rant here where the Hell can I rant?
I'm sick. Sick and tired. Sick and tired of having Cartoon Network blaring in the next room. There are not words to express how utterly ill I feel everytime I hear the "Ed, Edd, and Eddy" or "Courage the Cowardly Dog" theme song. I wish my parents had never gotten cable and stuck with network. At least "Friends" and "Will and Grace" don't leave me with the feeling of running repeatedly into a brick wall.
I'm sick and tired of my dad thinking HE knows the best fucking way to arrange "my" room. It is, apparently, not at all mine, considering I have spent less time in there than my mother and father. They apparently don't fucking UNDERSTAND that I want everyone else's shit out of the room before I move in. I don't know what's so fucking hard to understand about that, but apparently I might have to explain to them that I want everyone else's games and the TV/VCR/SNES the fuck out of there before I move in. Not to mention that rearranging the room will go a LOT faster is ONE person does it, aka me, The Person Who Is Going To Have To Live In The Room. I don't want the fucking headboard of the bed against the window, because in the winter it gets fucking COLD here in Iowa, especially around WINDOWS WHERE ITS DRAFTY. And I don't want it against the opposite wall because then I have even LESS room and then I have to crawl over my bed to get to my fucking desk.
Even more, I am so fucking SICK AND TIRED OF POLITICS. I'm tired of Joe standing up in band and yelling, "The road to Hell is paved with Democrats!" and then laughing like he's just said something really witty. I'm tired of Rachel laughing with him like she thinks she'll impress him. It fucking makes me want to fucking throw up. I'm tired of being some sort of moronic idiot because, apparently, I don't want people to die and refuse to argue with friends over political issues and just walk away from an argument. And it really pisses me off when someone apologizes and they're not really sorry.
I want to scream everytime someone has written "Nelly [heart]'s Boys" on the blackboard in the band room and thinks it is hysterical (which is neither hysterical nor grammatically correct). The only pleasure I get out of it is when I walk up to the board and write this:
I don't understand why people feel the need to hate. At all. Why hate the kid next to you in class? Why hate Iraq? I'm sick of the fucking UN and all its resolutions. They obviously haven't solved anything up to this point. So, to the rest of the world, fucking put up or shut up.
I would consider checking into a mental hospital, but I don't think they'd allow me anything sharp to write with. And that's really what I need to do now.
EDIT: And my mother just came in and started yelling at me because I'm going to the state speech contest tomorrow. Apparently there is something wrong with sacrificing 1/6 of my day on a bus so I can go and support my friends at the FUCKING STATE SPEECH CONTEST. I'd like to go once before I get out of high school, and I'm obviously not going to make it anytime soon. I'm so sorry I'm an inconvenience. Bitch.
I'm sick. Sick and tired. Sick and tired of having Cartoon Network blaring in the next room. There are not words to express how utterly ill I feel everytime I hear the "Ed, Edd, and Eddy" or "Courage the Cowardly Dog" theme song. I wish my parents had never gotten cable and stuck with network. At least "Friends" and "Will and Grace" don't leave me with the feeling of running repeatedly into a brick wall.
I'm sick and tired of my dad thinking HE knows the best fucking way to arrange "my" room. It is, apparently, not at all mine, considering I have spent less time in there than my mother and father. They apparently don't fucking UNDERSTAND that I want everyone else's shit out of the room before I move in. I don't know what's so fucking hard to understand about that, but apparently I might have to explain to them that I want everyone else's games and the TV/VCR/SNES the fuck out of there before I move in. Not to mention that rearranging the room will go a LOT faster is ONE person does it, aka me, The Person Who Is Going To Have To Live In The Room. I don't want the fucking headboard of the bed against the window, because in the winter it gets fucking COLD here in Iowa, especially around WINDOWS WHERE ITS DRAFTY. And I don't want it against the opposite wall because then I have even LESS room and then I have to crawl over my bed to get to my fucking desk.
Even more, I am so fucking SICK AND TIRED OF POLITICS. I'm tired of Joe standing up in band and yelling, "The road to Hell is paved with Democrats!" and then laughing like he's just said something really witty. I'm tired of Rachel laughing with him like she thinks she'll impress him. It fucking makes me want to fucking throw up. I'm tired of being some sort of moronic idiot because, apparently, I don't want people to die and refuse to argue with friends over political issues and just walk away from an argument. And it really pisses me off when someone apologizes and they're not really sorry.
I want to scream everytime someone has written "Nelly [heart]'s Boys" on the blackboard in the band room and thinks it is hysterical (which is neither hysterical nor grammatically correct). The only pleasure I get out of it is when I walk up to the board and write this:
I don't understand why people feel the need to hate. At all. Why hate the kid next to you in class? Why hate Iraq? I'm sick of the fucking UN and all its resolutions. They obviously haven't solved anything up to this point. So, to the rest of the world, fucking put up or shut up.
I would consider checking into a mental hospital, but I don't think they'd allow me anything sharp to write with. And that's really what I need to do now.
EDIT: And my mother just came in and started yelling at me because I'm going to the state speech contest tomorrow. Apparently there is something wrong with sacrificing 1/6 of my day on a bus so I can go and support my friends at the FUCKING STATE SPEECH CONTEST. I'd like to go once before I get out of high school, and I'm obviously not going to make it anytime soon. I'm so sorry I'm an inconvenience. Bitch.
*adores*
A-fucking-men.
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And whee! I like what you're drawing on the board! :D
"Nelly [heart]'s Boys"
Um, to prove how out of it I am, who is that? Is that Nelly like the singer?
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I've printed it for my diary too but I came out a bit small. Hmph, will have to make a bigger one for diary *nod*
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Rants are cool. That was a good one.
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*huggle*