RANT ON ABOUT ANYTHING!!!!

Ever pay attention to how many times we say "like" in our sentences? I guess we understand our world through comparisons.

"How can we be just in a world without mercy and merciful in a world without justice?"

i love you so much. why can't you feel that?
you are three feet away, and yet you cant hear me screaming out in agony how much i just want you to hold me. how do you not know? how can you not feel that? i just cant comprehend.

i was walking home tonight, and i saw you everywhere. i really just wanted to die. i didnt think i could take it. its the worst thing in the world. every headlight i saw, i thought was you coming to look for me, but inside i knew it wasnt. its never you anymore. you must drive around with your headlights off. as soon as i start looking for you, you are no where to be found.

please save me. i say that all the time now. im too fucking stubborn to ever ask for help, but for this i need you. for this, you are the only one that can pull me out of the water. you are the only one who knows where i hide.

the worst part is, i cant let you save me. i'm too fucking stubborn. there are too many factors. i cant be rescued. i guess i'll just have to drown, just this once. after that, maybe i'll learn to breath underwater and i can live out the rest of my life.

until then, you are a necessity. no, i'm not obsessed. i have a life. no, im not a stalker. i care about other things.

but the one thing that keeps me from smiling, and the one thing that took away my glow was when i knew i couldnt love you anymore. the two biggest mistakes i have ever made in my life are falling in love with you, and making myself fall out of love with you.

what now?
i'll move on, but my stride will be different

"never give up, never give in"

Commercials have killed music! I was listening to "Sweet Home Alabama," and all I could think about was KFC. The reason for this is that KFC uses the song to promote their chicken, which I see no point in doing. Why kill a classic? Why not come up with your own goddamn theme! I mean, if the colonel is so damn good at coming up with a freaking secret recipe, why can't he use his skills to come up with a damn song. Stop killing music you bastard!
Another song that is being deprived of its essence is Don McLean song "American Pie" which is the best song of the 70's (or at least one of the best). It is used in a car commercial, which is not able to use the songs potential. What the hell is wrong with people?! If they want to butcher a song then do it to those crap pop emo music! Don't do it to classic songs, because all they are accomplishing is my hatred for the songs used--in no way are they making me want to purchase their crap!
I know this post is pointless but I just had to point this massacre of music out...

"What a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive"

College is all about hammering you out to think like the professors who have proved everything for you. AKA high school, the sequel. Admission price: the bigger piece of your overworked dad's paycheck. Who needs to pay rent anyway?

"How can we be just in a world without mercy and merciful in a world without justice?"

and here I am on the internet happy to have a life, and happy to understand the things that I do understand and to know the things that I do know, happy to be
prego and ready to hatch soon, and in the last couple of months here, where I live.....alot of teens/the youth are killing themselves and kiling eachother WTF their problem? This place needs to extend their hands and offer what they can, or the parents need to lay off the foil,the bulb, the JUG and tend to their needy kids, I happy Im alive and ready to give life...

""knowledge is my biggest influence" buju"

thats AWESOM fyrfly!!

""knowledge is my biggest influence" buju"

The legal age for choosing your religion should be 21.

A comment off YouTube.

"How can we be just in a world without mercy and merciful in a world without justice?"

It has yet to cease to amaze me just how ridiculously incapable of normal human cohabitation some people my age can be. I am steps short of counting the days until the end of this year of university so that I can move into a house with a group of people whose food hygiene does not make them appear more suited for life in the local zoo than with civilized humans.

There is one particularly fine example of the incapable scum created by complete lack of responsibility, she grew up in a home where the family employed a cook and cleaner. This means that at the age of 19 years the correct operation of a microwave is far beyond her capabilities, if she uses it, you are almost certain to be able to tell what she ate due to at least half of it having been sprayed up the inside of the microwave.

The girl in question is even relatively intelligent, having successfully applied to and attained the necessary entry grades for one of the best universities in England. Yet unfortunately (as my cynicism should have prevented me from expecting) common sense and academic ability rarely cohabit.

There are only two people in this world that I would personally consider myself as actually hating, and she is one of them. A mess in the kitchen, disruption of my sleep through the fact that she feels it necessary to fake it worse than a bad porn film when she is "entertaining" whatever upstanding example of the male species she has brought home that evening (please not the sarcasm) (her room is next door to mine in halls of residence).

While in the majority of cases I would happily agree with don't judge a book by it's cover, however I suspend that statement in this particular case. She has a face like the back end of a bus and a bust that looks like it should snap her back, she has managed, through excessive consumption of drugs alcohol and cigarettes, to (while still in her teens) achieve a look that is a hybrid of mutton dressed as lamb and overworked street walker.

The best parts of her characters would be fatal flaws in anyone you would consider as a likeable acquaintance. I have yet to see any one redeeming feature in her personality, and hold out little help.

While I would wish death on no-one I have a vested disinterest in her continued existence.

Character assassination over.

I am however sorely tempted to print this out and attach it to her door.....

"So Schrodinger's Cat is not only neither dead nor alive, but might also be sexually aroused by elbows and peanut butter?"

It would appear that I was wrong, my loathing has yet have fully had it's time.

She is a self centred, arrogant, egotistical, hedonistic degenerate, whose hubris and complete lack of empathy lead me to consider as the lowest of all imaginable beings by a margin insurmountable by god himself. It angers me further that human language does not fully facilitate me to express just how great my feelings of loathing are for this person and how filthy it makes me feel to use the word person in my description of the despicable mass of biological matter with whom I am forced to share a kitchen, and therefore interact, with.

"So Schrodinger's Cat is not only neither dead nor alive, but might also be sexually aroused by elbows and peanut butter?"

This is a terrible week. It has always been a terrible week in my life. Normally (in typical male fashion) I pay no attention to dates or times at all, but for as long as I can remember there has been something terrible in my life either directly or indirectly reminding me that it is in fact this particular week of the year. I woke up the day of the Virginia Tech tragedy and in fact had put on my VT sweat shirt in preparation for the day. I have never attended the school but have proudly worn the shirt for a few years now... it was a gift from relatives who live not far from Blacksburg. I didn't want to wear it after turning on the news and discovering what had occured, but now I feel an even greater sense of pride in putting it on. I live in a college town and have thought very deeply about how easily it could have happened here. I have great sadness for the victims and their families, but I also have developed great sadness for the shooter. Even in death he is being called a loser, which was probably one of the contributing factors for his behavior. Don't get me wrong, he was obviously disturbed on a very deep level but I can't help but think that it all could have been avoided if somebody cared enough about him to give him the help he needed. I don't like bringing any of this up, especially since the news is sensationalizing it all but tomorrow is of course when Columbine occured. Living so close to that school and also being associated with it on a more personal level makes this week more depressing for myself. I live a life full of vicarious trauma as I'm sure most people do. We all need to simply be aware of this and build from tragedies like these, rather than pointing fingers or burying sorrow in various ways.

"I am Akba-Atatdia"

Things always seem to change over time, friends, perspectives, the sound of the heater on my car as I keep putting off fixing the blower, a host of things. One of these things that has changed has been my perspective of authority.
Some Authority is positive, leadership, wisdom, guidance, all of these qualities are what we look for in someone to moderate our endeavors. There are times, however, our leaders overstep their boundaries and move from an asset of aid to an oppressor, a censorship instrument, prisoner to their own conflicts of control. We all see it, some of it subtler than other examples, but still present. I'm writing about a leader I work with. He started out calm, a good moderator, who worked with his coworkers in tandem and unity. Over time, however, it seems he's gotten more controlling, in a way that has a lot of his coworker's put off, but each isolated in the belief they're the only one. It's subversive, immoral, illogical, and simply wrong, but there's nothing we can do about it. He has the power to remove each of us from our desks without a second thought, and without him, the company does not function. He is an asset, and he knows it, therefore he has the authority to spontaneously explode at criticisms about his management styles, with no repercussions. This manager is in a perfect place, and we aren't. Things just seem to change. He gains my respect, he loses it. Authority is a poison, it changes people, their actions, their consequences.
I just want to yell at him how disgusted I am with his conduct, his abuse of authority, his hushing up of the mess. There isn't much I can do, except post up here on this little corner of the world wide web and go on about things. Bloody hell this is great.

""As I sit before the fire, I wonder how many before myself have been burned.'"

Any leader that refuses to be questioned, or censors such information is certainly someone not fit to be a leader. This is the problem. A leader must respond to valid criticism. Of course, by definition a leader will have their own perspective on what "valid" is... which is why calm, collective, logical communication is really the only solution.

Rarely, however, do both parties understand this need and take the time to communicate their true intentions forward.

"Hating everyone protects me from elitism."

When I first joined this site about two years ago, I thought it was great. An island of intellectual thought in a vast ocean of stupidity and Myspace pages. A place where people could (and did) come to have rational, thoughtful, reasoned discussions about almost any topic. For anyone who checked the "Who's Online" page out of curiosity, you may remember that this site used to receive a few hundred simultaneous visitors during peak hours. However, the site has sadly fallen to the point where it has only a handful of visitors online at any time, forums that update slowly (if at all), and administrators who seem to have lost their way.

In case you overlooked that last sentence, here it is again:

administrators who seem to have lost their way.

While most of the administrators and moderators on this site are shining examples of what a forum moderator should be, one in particular stands out.

I imagine that this post may, given his past record, be deleted fairly soon after it is posted, so I'm saving it. I wont go on a tirade against him here, as if I myself cannot present a calm, reasoned argument, then I have no place judging the actions of others. However, his actions of late have been inexcusable. He runs rampant, king of his own domain, deleting the posts of those who would dare disagree, and insulting and profaning the honest efforts of those who use this site to showcase their writings and poetry.

A moderator or administrator's duty on a forum is to enforce the forum rules, to keep the discussion civil, and to keep flaming out of the forum. He does none of these, instead electing to shout hackneyed insults at whomever he pleases, and attempting to force threads which showcase writing in directions of his choosing, as if they only existed for his entertainment.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with a forum administrator posting in any thread, as long as he or she is fair and civil with the other users. A moderator's powers exist to keep threads clear of flaming and other inappropriate material. When those powers are abused, however, it ruins the forum not only for the people who use it, but also for the moderators and administrators of the site, as tyrannical use and abuse of the additional powers will quickly drive users from the site. As I said earlier, this site used to receive hundreds, if not thousands of visitors daily. Now it receives but a few, and the tyrannical abuse of administrator power is to blame. This site used to be an intellectual eden, but no longer.

"He who does not question is lost."

Nice rant. Concise and to the point. .

Lately I have been going to my school’s annex to write my papers. I get distracted easy and my room is a chasm of distractions.
I was writing an important lab report when the lady sitting across from me began to hum. I didn't care at first but as the night went on the lady got louder, at least to me. She was humming "I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky" but she would not stop. The same verse kept repeating over and over again, like a knife creating several incisions on my forehead. I wanted to yell out "Lady I seriously don't think you can fly! I mean I can try throwing you off the building but I thought you'd spread your wings, so please stop!" But I kept calm, and continued to type. She hummed the same verse for about 2 hours. I was not able to get the damn song out of my head after that. I hated her so much! I mean, come on people if you’re at a computer lab or library and you see others trying to do their work be freaking considerate. Keep yourself entertained not the whole building, because next time I will test your belief in flying.

"What a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive"

I am so sick of announcers on the TV and radio trying to talk in fake American accents. Its like anything they want to sound cool or "the biggest" has to be spoken about in an American accent.

What? Are Americans deities we should all bow down and worship? Are they better than Australians that the mere presence of their voice will make all problems disappear and we will one day ascend to the almighty U.S.A?

Since most of the members here are American and I like them, I would ask them this?

Do you feel that where you live, things are just so amazing that you're constantly amazed with the roller coaster ride your lives are? And there is never a dull minute?

"When I was a child I flew! Then as an adult- I watched others soar."