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Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - MorikoMisa - 11-09-2009 12:03 PM

Gjfdsdmmdxcjdjkalakdskfhaskfhaishfzxmcnansduiiusajkdjkalkshdsdfhjksajk.

Okay, button mashing over. I'm a mess, a big blobby mess. Somehow, normal family teasing, got to me, I don't know why, or how, but somehow my mind completely changed the subject (to something I'd rather not say) and I just basically was sitting at the dinner table, hands over my ears, screaming the first words to come to mind....I believe I may have screamed 'Tubgirl' a couple times to, also many other horrible internet shock image names. No...I don't know why. But the first thing, FIRST thing they thought of...OH NOES SHE HASN'T HAD HER PILLS TODAY?? And handing me my pills, Joe wouldn't leave my side until I swallowed them, stupid things. Then my mom kept asking if i got in a fight with Hanny...WTF...seriously? Anyway, after months of this weird homesick feeling vanishing, it's back, how can I feel homesick when I'm sitting at home? Long, unusual story that I don't even know about yet.


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - Sunbourn - 11-09-2009 12:23 PM

MorikoElven Wrote:Gjfdsdmmdxcjdjkalakdskfhaskfhaishfzxmcnansduiiusajkdjkalkshdsdfhjksajk.

Okay, button mashing over. I'm a mess, a big blobby mess. Somehow, normal family teasing, got to me, I don't know why, or how, but somehow my mind completely changed the subject (to something I'd rather not say) and I just basically was sitting at the dinner table, hands over my ears, screaming the first words to come to mind....I believe I may have screamed 'Tubgirl' a couple times to, also many other horrible internet shock image names. No...I don't know why. But the first thing, FIRST thing they thought of...OH NOES SHE HASN'T HAD HER PILLS TODAY?? And handing me my pills, Joe wouldn't leave my side until I swallowed them, stupid things. Then my mom kept asking if i got in a fight with Hanny...WTF...seriously? Anyway, after months of this weird homesick feeling vanishing, it's back, how can I feel homesick when I'm sitting at home? Long, unusual story that I don't even know about yet.
Hugs for Mori. Hug Hug Hug


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - IllusoryDeath - 11-09-2009 12:37 PM

linki Wrote:Wow, thanks Illusory. Awesome post and yes it did help me understand a bit better. I think you could have a career as a therapist or something along the lines as that.

Here's a treat for you:

[Image: awesomei.jpg]

*is happy to have helped somebody out* :-D


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - MorikoMisa - 11-09-2009 12:47 PM

|55555| Wrote:
MorikoElven Wrote:Gjfdsdmmdxcjdjkalakdskfhaskfhaishfzxmcnansduiiusajkdjkalkshdsdfhjksajk.

Okay, button mashing over. I'm a mess, a big blobby mess. Somehow, normal family teasing, got to me, I don't know why, or how, but somehow my mind completely changed the subject (to something I'd rather not say) and I just basically was sitting at the dinner table, hands over my ears, screaming the first words to come to mind....I believe I may have screamed 'Tubgirl' a couple times to, also many other horrible internet shock image names. No...I don't know why. But the first thing, FIRST thing they thought of...OH NOES SHE HASN'T HAD HER PILLS TODAY?? And handing me my pills, Joe wouldn't leave my side until I swallowed them, stupid things. Then my mom kept asking if i got in a fight with Hanny...WTF...seriously? Anyway, after months of this weird homesick feeling vanishing, it's back, how can I feel homesick when I'm sitting at home? Long, unusual story that I don't even know about yet.
Hugs for Mori. Hug Hug Hug

Hug Hug Hug Hug Daaw, thanks. I'm feeling a bit better after venting. Though i doubt the homesick feelings going to leave for a while. (last time lasted about four, maybe six months)


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - countryboyjimy - 11-10-2009 02:05 AM

i liked what you said


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - Vatman - 11-14-2009 06:35 PM

There's undeniably a sense of retrospection at this time of year as the leaves change and fall... so I'm finding myself laying back on a bower of memories while all that I have known and loved (and hated and loved, and loved and hated,) sinks into me and carries my thoughts far from the present.

Now, I'm not someone given to endless reminiscence, don't get me wrong, but right now I'm joining the collective thoughts of thousands as they dream and drip awake their past. And we're both captive and jailer of all those little moments suddenly infused with significance as the year turns again.

Memory can be an evil little fiend.

By the way, don't go mistaking my mood for anything maudlin as some recollective sourness slips from my tongue here and there, I simply feel like writing, I feel a certain way, it will inevitably meld into what I tap out. End of story.

Though it's as dark as the proverbial graveyard at midnight, yeah complete with all necessary gothic accessories, owls a-hooting, the scurry of small invisible animals with amber eyes blinking from the gloom, oh let's add a mist covered moon beyond the jabbing windblown fingers of silhouetted branches, (why not, although this particular part of North Stamford bears less resemblance to a Gothic movie set than, say, downtown Detroit,) the world is still very much awake, resurgent even, -alive- already!

Can you feel it too?

There's something in the atmosphere, swirling like the asomatous form of the ghost of Christmas past with mnemonic eyes and clothing patched with memories. All you can do is grasp onto those coat-tails for the ride.

And so, I'm thinking about everyone I have loved -these particular phantoms know who they are. You... hmmn... yes, I love you still. My heart has moved on, but you know that I will always feel a little affectionate reverberation when your name is spoken, don't you? You know that what we have shared and seen and fought over has an eternal resonance I simply can't escape. You have become a part of me and I'm going to carry you with me, like it or not... (and that in itself is shaking loose a whole bevvy of memories...)

Another night.


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - MorikoMisa - 11-15-2009 03:57 AM

I has more rant, yaaaaay!

So anyway, Nana and Granddad came over today, and thinking about how they don't seem to mind gays, I thought, heh, maybe I'll tell them in a strange way. So after eating, I was leaning on my Dad's shoulder, huge grin on my face and in the middle of their conversation said. 'Well, I'm gay.' and walked out after clapping my hands....they didn't fucking hear me, so I was disappoint.

Anyway I thought, screw it, I'll try again! So I walk into the room and mentioned how a friend of mine was having their birthday today and they were out for the day. 'Oh you mean Hanny, right Sam?' my mother said. 'Yes, actually, speaking of Hanny, I'm g-' 'So how's Chris?' and shot me a you-better-not-right-now-seriously-Sam look. I am dissapoint.


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - The Desert Fox - 11-15-2009 04:10 AM

I am also disappoint. I was expecting lulz.


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - IllusoryDeath - 11-15-2009 04:13 AM

Vatman's post has heightened my standards for "ranting" in the rant-thread. Thusly, everyone else's rants are are miserable failures - mine included.


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - MorikoMisa - 11-15-2009 05:00 AM

The Desert Fox Wrote:I am also disappoint. I was expecting lulz.

Would have been lulzy had it not been ruined.


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - fishpit - 11-16-2009 09:19 PM

I feel like shit. I'm sick of writing essays and being force fed 'learning' 6 hours 5 days a week. (In fact, I'm also agonizing over what the heck to write for an essay due in two days ArGGGGhh No ) I think i could learn a lot effectively if I could homeschool/unschool but my mom keeps saying I'll never into university, that most people go through the system and surivive it, so I should stay in school. She keeps saying we don't have the resources and only US homeschoolers get into US college but seriously, I have lots of textbooks at home and on computer! I have researched about colleges and it seems many of them can accept people like me. I'm trying to teach myself intersting math..i love math.

My mom still doesn't agree about homeschooling. I don't even want to think about what my dad would say.. I'm in the middle of writing a proposal (using teenage liberation handbook) but I have this stinking feeling that it won't do anything. I want to be positive, I've tried hard not to punch walls or cry, but honestly, I can't stop myself. I think about what my mom says, that I should appreciate school since there are lots of people worse off than me- then i start to feel guilty about my feelings towards school. I guess I better pull myself together and do that damn essay...and again and again for the rest of year. my spirit is dead. dead.


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - The Desert Fox - 11-20-2009 05:06 PM

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH​HHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!​!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!​!!!!!!!!!!! I was on the last fuckin' level of SRB2 (which I might add has taken me weeks to get there) and as I was about to win, the goddamn computer froze. Now I have to do the WHOLE MOTHERFUCKING THING all over again. SHIT PISS FUCK CUNT BITCH FUCK FUCK FUCK GODDAMNIT FUCK IT ALL TO HELL!!!!!!!!!


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - username01462781 - 11-21-2009 10:58 AM

@TDF: I would give you a hug, but I'm afraid that if I did you might explode from rage.


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - Squittle - 11-21-2009 11:09 AM

*Handshakes TDF*


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - The Desert Fox - 11-21-2009 02:55 PM

*explodes*

No bullshit, but seriously, I just tried to beat it another 27 times (I actually counted). And failed. Not in a good mood right now.


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - LOON_ATTIC - 11-22-2009 06:33 PM

Fuck, TDF, I really hate when that happens.


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - The Desert Fox - 11-24-2009 05:37 AM

It's alright. The game has had its ass handed to it now. Took I think 38 lives and a lot of bitching from my dad to get my ass off the computer, but it's done.


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - Vatman - 11-24-2009 08:01 AM

If I look above there will be stars, I’ve no doubt of it. Step through the door and you can sometimes smell starlight on the air. If I soften my gaze there will be a milling of tender souls in view. They shoot a glance at the tall eccentric with wild hair and wilder eyes, but right now, boys and girls, I’m just not looking at –you-

If I bring that sense into focus, there will be the usual heady brew of smells, a Byzantine brew of sophistication and dirt, deliciously redolent of this city’s thunderous thanksgiving festivity to catch on your tongue like a snow flake but yeah, I’m not going to.

The only thing I want to feel tonight is the bittersweet whisper of the blood in my veins and the pounding of my heart. To hell with all else.

Sometimes my heart is in knots, and I need a space of time to unpick it, to splice away what matters from what simply doesn’t. This is –not- that time. I know what matters, I think whether I've heeded it or not, I always have. I don’t care a damn for the world out there right now, I want the rush of raw dreams beneath that steady misconstruction... I just want what’s in my own soul, my own center, the bite of my own heart.

And right now it’s gnawing like a bitch.



Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - The Desert Fox - 11-25-2009 06:03 PM

Vatman, no offense or anything, and they are quite interesting, but why are all your rants some philosophy-like thing?


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - Vatman - 11-26-2009 12:50 PM

The Desert Fox Wrote:Vatman, no offense or anything, and they are quite interesting, but why are all your rants some philosophy-like thing?
They aren't philosophy.... when I get upset...I write...

The post above is simply about how annoyed I was at my girlfriend for acting like she was the center of the universe...and how I had to go to her families thanksgiving when she never offered to go to my families thanksgiving...And she tells me to not get upset....and its tough, I feel something and yet I shouldn't be allowed to embrace and express it?

Anyway...yea...I could have just said that....but its simply not how I write when I am upset.

I do take your statement as a compliment though.... to think that my bitching about my girlfriend sounds like philosophy certainly is a good one after all.


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - NowhereWoman - 11-26-2009 02:10 PM

Fucking Trolls on Youtube.

I actually got duped by one.

a commentor on a Beatles video was being an ageist asshole.
But people were badmouthing him, and I wanted any opposition of this guy to be coherent, to shut him up as fast as possible. After correcting something in his favor (but to help get rid of him faster)
this is how the conversation went.


Hidden stuff:
Troll: Ok so im a jerk but a least I know about the beatles including bootlegs, vinyl records, docs( released and unreleased) and of course understand the Rutles. I first the rutles movie comedy central in 1995 ( when most of these little kids were born) and was a Rutle's fan forever. I fuck around but for real I am a huge Beatle's fan. How many of these kids on here listen to bootlegs and purple chick editions of Beatles music??? many of them only heard of them like a week ago. lol

Me: Actually, I'm 15. (*gasp*)
You make so many angry/hateful comments, on other videos as well, about young people. Do you think you're better because you're older?
"Did I hurt your feelings? What, are you 13 years old?"
That line must get old pretty fast!
And young is NOT a synonym for stupid!
I'm just glad there ARE young Beatles fans, keeping the passion alive.
Knowing more facts doesn't mean you're smarter than those who don't. Facts have nothing to do with passion for music.


Troll: My parents taught me to hate teenagers From 13-19 I hated myself. The day I turned 20 was the greatest day of my life. I wasn't a teenage anymore and I could be mature. We had a huge bash and I got drunk and threw up all over my sister. Then I made out with all these cute girls and my dad bought me a pick up truck. It was the best night of my life. After my sister showered she crawled in bed to cuddle with me. I mean does it get better than that?? I don;t think so

Me: Actually, I find it sad.
I sympathize with your situation as a teen, my parents baby me too sometimes.
But getting drunk, making out with random people, puking on your sister, and then bragging about it while putting others down on YOUTUBE-
That's not mature behavior at all.
It makes you seem like a jerk.

I guess I can't really help if you hate yourself.
All I ask is that you please fix that problem yourself without getting mad at people you don't even know just because of their age.


Troll: So are you asking me stopmaking fun of little kids like you on Youtube?? I am glad you feel sorry for me. I like pity. I will do everything you ask except stopping the cuddle time. I need to cuddle with my sister. It is the only thing that makes me happy. mmm it smells in her room
She likes to cuddle. She used this body lotion and it smells so good. She like to spoon. This is norma for brothers and sister. Thats how she shows her love. It is not sexual but she does blow in my ear/ She is a big beatle's fan too
This is normal among teenages and beatle fans. Cuddlling with my sister is so nice. She times she wears these silk pajamas


Me: Oh, I get it now.

Stop trolling, it's annoying and makes you look like a grade A asshole.

Please refrain from cluttering this page with stupid fake stories.

That's all.

i'm just pissed I got duped and that these fuckin' trolls won't stay on the viral vids, and are now leaking onto perfectly sane music videos.


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - Ceiling Cat - 11-29-2009 01:40 AM

I bet that guy isn't lucky enough to have such a loving sister while himself being a total fuckhead.


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - Ceiling Cat - 11-29-2009 03:26 AM

Ugh. I just got 30 minutes of sleep when my retarded brother who came over for the weekend
woke me up using my computer. Then, when I pulled the plug he kept hogging my bed so I can't
get any sleep. I got so furious I tried to hit him with the first long thing I grabbed, then he pulled
me by hair to the sofa and gave me a retarded ageist lecture about school like if he was my fucking father.
Kept on going about that I need a beating all the time and such.
I think I should mention the fact he failed at the same school and got taken into the army.

Do I have a right to accuse him legally of personal abuse and assault?


I forgot to add - him and my stupid mother are all against me, and are making me near suicidal each time I get to a fight with both of them. This faggot thinks he's a replacement for his good-for-nothing dad and finds every reason to mentally abuse me when I'm just a little disobedient.


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - Vatman - 11-29-2009 08:04 AM

Let the poets pipe of love
In their childish way,
I know every type of love
Better far than they....
If you want the thrill of love,
I've been through the mill of love;
Old love, new love
Every love but true love
Love for sale.


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - CrayolaColours - 11-29-2009 08:19 AM

Vatman Wrote:Let the poets pipe of love
In their childish way,
I know every type of love
Better far than they....
If you want the thrill of love,
I've been through the mill of love;
Old love, new love
Every love but true love
Love for sale.
What did your girlfriend do this time?


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - Vatman - 11-29-2009 08:23 AM

Actually my best friend just had her boyfriend break up with her over the phone...and I kinda set them up...And I feel a tad guilty and have that that song on repeat...


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - CrayolaColours - 11-29-2009 08:27 AM

Oh, he pulled a Nick Jonas? That sucks majorly.


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - Vatman - 11-29-2009 08:34 AM

CrayolaColours Wrote:Oh, he pulled a Nick Jonas? That sucks majorly.
I'm not sure what the prolific Jo-Bro's have to do with it, but it certainly does suck.


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - CrayolaColours - 11-29-2009 08:39 AM

He broke up with Taylor Swift on a minute long phone conversation. It was oh so tragic. THE HORROR!

I was in middle school at the time this happened, so I'd basically have to live under a rock to not hear about it.


Re: The Vent/Ranting Thread - Vatman - 11-29-2009 08:44 AM

Ahh, well did the young master Kevin Jonas spend 10 months declaring his love for Taylor Swift every single solitary day and then suddenly decided that she was only a friend to him?