little Lindale's rant
 

I want to burn myself in Mount Doom for even thinking this, but I was annoyed like I've never been (at school at least) when three idiot second years started discussing the Gaza crisis--and related it to the Bible, which they must not have read in full. They asked why God allowed his 'chosen people' to do those horrid things at Gaza, discussed the ten plagues of Egypt, why the Palestinians ought to be terminated simply because they were 'pagan', and why Hitler was the Devil incarnate. And then one of them asked, why are there even Jews in Europe 'as early as the Renaissance'? Wasn't Marx a Jew? At that point I lost control of my nerves... I don't want to say here what I told those... sophomores, because I might want to look for a boiling vat of oil to jump to.

I assign being busy and tired all the time. :(

But fortunately, it should get better in a week or two.

Swedish essays, grr. Doing them too late because of laziness. Besides I just realised that porr is the most ridiculous word ever.

I assign oppression.

Lots of work. Sickness.

Having my first classes of the semester at the same time as the inauguration. What a shame it was to miss it. :(

Also, attempting to make a one mile walk to and from my off-campus dance class in under fifteen minutes due to the fact that I have other classes which are on-campus right before and after the dance class. I have a really tight schedule this semester...

Buying a damaged shirt for my bro's birthday present. I was busy and didn't notice it had a large rip at the back. I'm gonna have it replaced first thing tomorrow. I feel really bad about it.

Oh. And finding out whites are gonna star in a clearly Asian influenced Avatar The Last Airbender movie. It's as bad as finding out PJ wants to split Hobbit into two movies. Uck.

That's okay. If you notice, 90% of Asian anime seems to be charactered by caucasian looking toons. In fact, to me, every last one of them looks like the original Speed Racer cartoon as far as facial features. It's strange.

When snow turns into rain which turns the fresh snow into an ugly brown slush and by nightfall eventually becomes ice. Ew.

Ditto. It's been doing that here too.

Except for some totally godless reason, my school uses purple rock salt, so factor that in to the color of the horrible stuff you have to walk through...

Getting your index finger run through by the sewing machine. This isn't the first time this has happened to me, but it's been years since I did it, and that was on a much more powerful machine. I didn't think this one even had enough oomph to do it (considering that it sometimes balks at denim). Thank God my husband was home, though, because it was good and stuck, and I couldn't've gotten my finger free (or the needle out) on my own (he needed pliers, as it was). I can just picture what would've happened had this been daytime; I would've had to pick up the machine with my free hand and get across the room to the nearest phone and call 911. How... annoying. Not to mention painful. And potentially embarrassing.

Women who start foaming at the mouth and spewing insults when you fail to conform to their notions of proper feminist behavior. :rolleyes:

I have actually never encountered the opposite: a similar reaction to lack of traditionally feminine behavior. Go figure.

Poor thing! My mom did that 27 years ago - I still remember her scream. *shudder*

Happily, I didn't scream (although I did holler for my husband to come up from the basement). I don't think I screamed the first time I did it, or the time the needle went through the nail, came out, went halfway back again, and broke. It happens so fast and the shock is so sudden, nothing comes out. After the whole thing is over and the bleeding is staunched, THEN I go to pieces. But I did make my entire yoga class go "Eeeewwwwwh" when they asked why my finger was all bandaged up the next day. :D

Sadly, I have encountered both. Unfortunately, in my humble opinion, neither type displayed anything I would consider "proper" behavior for a human being. If they had, they'd have kept their opinions to themselves rather than find fault in someone else for not sharing them. *sigh*

The policy of schools withholding transcripts if you have an outstanding bill, assigned in conjunction with grad school deadlines. :(

Narrow-sighted managers who renege on their commitment when they realize it involves effort -- even if that effort would have results much larger than the effort involved.

Mice.

Specifically dead mice.

Or maybe more specifically, the mouse that the cat caught, killed, and left in an unspecified place. So now I have to wander around and hope not to come across it unexpectedly somewhere like my bed or under my foot or something.

*dies inside*

Oh, I know that feeling. A couple of months ago, I was rooting around in the dark recesses of our basement, looking for some box of Christmas stuff, and my foot came down on something... squishy. And smelly. It was a mouse in a trap (since our cat died several years ago), and there are few experiences I've had that were more gross. Ewwwwh....

Playing the last song going into the closing hour and turning on the overnight automation to hear...the same song. Gah!

Not being physically able to stop crying, work at a computer, or indeed move my right arm when due on the air in ten minutes.

Snow on the first day of March.

I enjoy snow in November, December, January, February...but not March. March is a time for the weather to warm up, not cool down. Two days ago it was almost 60F, and now Boston is in the middle of a snowstorm expecting up to 15 inches.

And to think I leave for Spring Break in less than a week. Where is the spring part of my break? :rolleyes:

We got snow here also: a bit further south than you are. Here it was a cause for fun, but then again, we don't often see it.

The broadband we've had for a year or so, whose speed is now worse than dial-up. It used to be top of the line, I just don't know what happened. I even thought it was malware and reformatted, but to no avail. Customer care is not helping... and because of the two-year contract we can't get rid of it, unless we want to pay the high fine.

I assign the two vile specimens of 'motherhood' who were drunk and shrieking at ear splitting volume about drunken exploits with blokes on the bus tonight and ignoring the two toddler girls with them despite the mites sitting there pleading "mamma" and turning to me for attention instead of their designer-clad mothers. Then one of these 'mothers' had the gall to give me a mouthful of abuse for glaring at her.

This is after spending part of the day at work reading about an investigation into child abuse and neglect cases. :(

I deal with people like that on a regular basis. It's a pity they don't appreciate what they have in their children, when so many other people long to be parents and cannot.
But then, it's the kids you really feel sorry for.

What was even more horrid was that one was clearly both mum to one of the tots and granny to the other. Grannies are supposed to be nice, loving people, aren't they? Not the sort of woman who would get drunk, swear and create mayhem.

I also assign the fact I'll probably run into them again unless I start using the car more.

I assign the extreme feeling of loss/missing out on something that I get in connection with the Barrow Downs.

This time it was when I saw all the Barrow Downer meetings that had taken place of late. . .I guess it was enhanced by the fact that I had not been on the barrow downs for a while and already felt that I had missed alot.

(I am finding it quite hard to keep up with University and being active on the Barrow downs at the same time)

Suddenly remembering something you said days ago and realizing it sounds rude/negative/insulting/ungrateful. :(

Fearing that you have a personality which dooms you to sounding mean when you don't mean to be.

Being chronically behind in your schoolwork - so far behind, marching into the afterlife and retrieving Spenser to have him write a paper on himself seems easier than catching up.

Knowing without a doubt that, at least physically, your best years are behind you.

Ok, now I've really gone and depressed myself... *sigh*

Bra-shopping. :mad:

Job-searching. :(

Disillusionment.

I want to believe in the inherent goodness and rationality of people.

I want to believe that Santa Claus has the best interest of small children in mind when he sneaks into their houses at night.

I want to believe that I'm not the only person on the planet who can deal with problems efficiently, without holding a grudge, with an eye on compassion for all involved.

I might be naive and idealistic. I don't care. I want to keep it. It's comforting, and I want it.

:(

Yes virginia all because
The truth wont save you now

I assign having your computer not working AGAIN, because the power cord decided that it would be nice to fry!

White chocolate.

It's not chocolate.

But it's still awesome! In a totally not-chocolate way. It's like drinking Pepsi. It's awful, and you know it, but it's so satisfying sometimes.

Sick apartment-mates who are not careful about their germs.

In all fairness, I think I might be the tiniest bit germophobic, so perhaps it's just me...but I really think it's polite to keep one's germs confined to one's own room, instead of lying on the couch in the living room/dining room for days on end, spewing forth a veritable virus army that would only be too happy to make my life miserable. This is the busiest time of the year and I can't afford to get sick. :mad:

Fea--What you call naive and idealistic, I call optimistic. There aren't enough of us in the world these days. I'm darn proud of those characteristics in myself, and you should be too. There's no rule that says that once you hit a certain age, you must stop believing in everything worthwhile. :)

April Fool's Jokes...:rolleyes:

Being the only person working on a paper when everybody else is enjoying summer break. And getting even more distracted because of these, so that the paper takes longer to finish.:(

Receiving and/or telling good news on the phone and getting so enthusiastic that you knock over a freshly filled mug of tea, spilling the contents over computer keyboard, mouse and every sheet of paper that didn't manage to fall off the desk in time. (Happened to me a few days ago)

Mice, too - but rather the ones the cat drags in to play with but doesn't bother to kill, leaving them to run around in the house until you manage to catch and remove them.

Last not least, bird-flu - and the stupid regulations by which our politicians tried to deal with it a couple of years ago.

I second that!

I am sorry. Tea is a bad thing to waste! Computers too. Two things I couldn't live without.

Standarized Testing.