I agree with sonicl. The amount of times that i have to double-check on other people's work is making me hate this job. A lot. It would be such an easy job if they would bother to employ people who could at least manage to switch on a computer.

I hate the smell of ciggies.

those fucking free newspapers in london wind me up no end, they make me angry in a multitiude of ways.

Haylee is not responding to my msgs, i have no idea what the heck is going on. I want to write her a cool msg asking if what is the matter and for the lack of replys.

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the grammar police are watching you.

Has the spelling police been incorporated into the grammar police to make the spammer/ gramling police? If we're criticising people for being wrong, why don't we try not being wrong ourselves, eh?

Oh, I'm in a bad mood today you'll all be non-plussed to hear.

my history class is bursting at the seams with ignorance, it makes me feel awfully pretentious but if it carries on much longer i'll probably drop it. just being in the room is starting to become intolerable due to questions like:
"if the SPD means the german socialist party then why aren't they called the GSP?" - and "so were the nazi's on the extreme left then, miss?". these are 17 year olds, doing a level history in a selective school.

Just be content in the knowledge in the fact that you own their asses and come exam period you'll be the king of all the land.

Extreme left? Well that one does bring a shudder into me though.

I used to be really good friends with this guy, and over summer I just avoided him all the time. Anyway, praise be to god, he's going to the same uni as me, and he always hangs around with me. He assumes that whenever he wants, it's ok for him to stay and sleep in my room, and, AND, FUCKING AND, despite all the warnings we get about the penalties, and the fact that there's a smoke alarm in my fucking room, he wants to 'have sessions' where we smoke weed in my room, just because my room is closer to uni than his, and the window opens further.

I think there's like a 1/100 chance that he'll read this and know it's me talking about him. But either way, I'm too much of a coward to just confront him and tell him to fuck the fuck off and stop shitting in my ears and nose, so I'm just going to be a complete cunt when I'm around him, and try to be the worst person to hang around with.

In a perfect world, I'd get a sex change and plastic surgery and change accomodation and my name and probably migrate to Canada or somesuch to be completely untracable. Then I'd have to find out details of his life, spy on him and try to blackmail him anonymously.

My brain should stop thinking "19 is too young".

Ficking knobbin friends piss me off.

I give them money when they need help with some bills or whatnot but then when the shit hits the fan for myself they refuse to lend us some money for a short while. Cunts, utter complete cunts.

I'd suggest that you shouldn't lose heart and keep it up knowing that it's you who'll get the best qualifications in the end. Having said that, I know someone who had to drop their A level history because he knew enough to disprove too much of the syllabus.

I would say anyone who intuitively thinks the Nazis were on the extreme left has a grasp of politics insofar as they've immediately intuited the failings of the left/ right 'spectrum'. Perhaps I'm lucky enough to step back from the impulse to think myself superior... ok, that makes me sound like a prick... but I wouldn't, prima facie, say that someone saying that was immediately wrong. It's quite likely they haven't understood the [dogmatic interpretation of the] left/right spectrum, certainly, but that's not to say they're entirely wrong to have an impulsive [convulsive?] interpretation of matters.

Ok, yeah, I'm definitely a prick.

But to carry on, it's like the grammar-nazi thing. It's really easy to adhere to the dogmatic 'rules' of syntax, grammar and spelling, and repeat them verbatim asif this imbues the user with some sort of superiority. But [proposition?] oftentimes those who do so neglect that language expression is a malleable, fluid enterprise, not some great Victorian edifice to be worshipped without questioning its worth. I'd recommend people read David 'Davey' Crystal on the matter, I have no intention of regurgitating his statements.

I have several days off during which I get to play shows in and out of town with a really good band from halfway across the planet.
My life is nothing but a shitstorm of misery.

Save up money and tour with the band. ie/quit your job...

I barely work as it is. Well, the actual work I do is pretty intense, but I don't do it for many hours in the day.
That was as good a rant as I can muster right now; I'm in a pretty good mood for once.
There are always home repair related issues to rant about, but that is ongoing and I can complain about that anytime.

My dad likes to tell me about seeing a rat the size of a small dog in L.A. once. He said it looked him right in the eye and moved toward him unafraid before deciding to go into a sewer grate.
The last time I saw a rat was a few weeks ago when I had to fish a dead one out of the toilet in the basement of the (very old and porous) building I work in. Ew.

Those of you who relish my rampant hypocrisy will be happy to know I cycled into work today, and on the way back nearly killed some stupid fucking cunt who couldn't keep to his side of the pavement, the prick.