The Vent/Ranting Thread

[i-am-the-liquor]

Hanhan Wrote:WHY IS MY TERRY'S CHOCOLATE ORANGE SO HARD TO EAT?!!! I CAN'T EVEN EXTRACT ONE FUCKING SLICE BECAUSE IT'S ALL STUCK TOGETHER! THIS IS TORTURE! I'LL HAVE TO EAT MY TERRY'S CHOCOLATE ORANGE LIKE IT'S AN APPLE!

whac the son of a bitch several times.

[John Tuttle]

Hanhan Wrote:WHY IS MY TERRY'S CHOCOLATE ORANGE SO HARD TO EAT?!!! I CAN'T EVEN EXTRACT ONE FUCKING SLICE BECAUSE IT'S ALL STUCK TOGETHER! THIS IS TORTURE! I'LL HAVE TO EAT MY TERRY'S CHOCOLATE ORANGE LIKE IT'S AN APPLE!

LOL. I got one and on the box it said "whack and unwrap." i was like, what the crap, do they mean whack in the mafia sense or do you hit it on the table? i did the latter, i hit it on my table a couble of times and unwrapped the peaces. win.

heres a how2 vid (not mine): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNMbyXIG ... re=related

[Squittle]

You really didn't think of the masturbation option?

[The Apathy]

Hanhan Wrote:Why do I always seeem to be attracted to people I can't ever have?

One is plain not interested, and the other's been my friend for the best part of 7 years.

It has to do with Cat-String-Theory. The fact that Attraction isn't a choice is where your dilemma comes in.

[Vatman]

I don't feel much like writing reams of fanciful prose. I haven't much felt like contemplating the infinite or my own navel or whatever it is that I’m supposed to stare at, and perhaps that’s why I have neglected to post for some time.

I think I can feel the bite of winter lessening its grip, the dawn positively ignites the city when I now take my leave of it. Spring; I can almost taste the cool sunshine. Ah, and something else is coming, I can feel that too. I don't know what but it's nearly here. Whatever it is it certainly has a sense of timing, its still January afterall.

You’d think that I’d have something to say about it too, wouldn't you? I’ve filled pages upon pages with very much less before but I don't. I'm perfectly content. It can damn well come to me, whatever it is. Life is good. It’s full of the promise of spring time and sometimes that’s all that needs to be said.

[Squittle]

I envy whatever odd, underlying positivity and hope Vatman sees in the coming of Spring; seasons have never been points of interest for me. I've never some dawning quality in Spring, never seen the biting white Winters that are written about, never the bright and warm Summers nor the orange Falls.

Seasons are more a blur for me than anything else; they hold no essence, no aesthetic beauty or quality about them that makes them special. I am too cluttered with events of my life - the monotonous, the monochromatic, the boring, the dull and unambiguous - to truly see or enjoy those changes; to actually, for a moment, look outside and see not the same dull field but a pathway littered with orange leaves with sunbeams and fireflicker cutting through orange trees. To actually, for a moment, look outside and see not a wasteland of barren trees without even letting the thought of "Winter" enter my head but to see a snowscape of white, soft, cold ice, layering the roofs, slipping from the branches. But I'm too locked up inside - be it a school building or my own home - to even recognize those things. Disappointing, really.

For me, the cold is not "Winter"... The cold is cold, numbing my goddam toes through my socks. The sweaty heat is not "Summer"... the heat is heat, making me lethargic and weak with sweat pooling on my clothes. The season's stereotype qualities appeal to me... A Winter Wonderland, a flowery field of green, but I never see these things, not where I live, not with a restrictive school system that goes against every value I hold and wish I make, not with intrusive people that are only poison the more time passes. I want to roll in the snow, to pass out in a field of flowers and laugh...

I want nothing more than to bike down a dirt path and stand up on my pedals, throw my arms to the wind, let the breeze make my eyes tear up and the wind fill my coat, let the orange sunbeams explore my blurring form. I want nothing more than to pass out among the cool waves, let the sun burn my skin, fall beneath the salty water, watch the sun pierce the sea and study the floor... I want to feel free, to feel freed... and yet here we are. Inside.

God, to experience those highs... I'd kill to feel those seasonal beauties again. To be alone, to feel the stereotypes of the seasons hit my face. We are too cluttered now, too busy, too restricted. To not experience the stress of work, the humiliation and pain of human interaction, nor the anger of disagreement... to just be alone with my thoughts and the season, whatever it may be, would be a virtue and a gift. Because we've all had one of those moments that defined a season for us, and we didn't see its euphoric beauty for what it was until we looked back on the moment nostalgically, reminiscently, and prayed to feel that feeling again. And if we were all to just feel that high perpetually, infinitely, indefinitely, with an empty head and swelling heart...

[random_name]

cant find anything to rant about =]

[Kitteneater]

I wish someone would call me and ask me to hang out with them. :waah:

[Squittle]

Kitteneater Wrote:I wish someone would call me and ask me to hang out with them. :waah:

I feel your pain. WHERE ARE ALL MY FRIENDS?

[i-am-the-liquor]

i dont know where my lighter is, need...smoke....

[Vatman]

Squittle Wrote:I envy whatever odd, underlying positivity and hope Vatman sees in the coming of Spring; seasons have never been points of interest for me. I've never some dawning quality in Spring, never seen the biting white Winters that are written about, never the bright and warm Summers nor the orange Falls.

Seasons are more a blur for me than anything else; they hold no essence, no aesthetic beauty or quality about them that makes them special. I am too cluttered with events of my life - the monotonous, the monochromatic, the boring, the dull and unambiguous - to truly see or enjoy those changes; to actually, for a moment, look outside and see not the same dull field but a pathway littered with orange leaves with sunbeams and fireflicker cutting through orange trees. To actually, for a moment, look outside and see not a wasteland of barren trees without even letting the thought of "Winter" enter my head but to see a snowscape of white, soft, cold ice, layering the roofs, slipping from the branches. But I'm too locked up inside - be it a school building or my own home - to even recognize those things. Disappointing, really.

For me, the cold is not "Winter"... The cold is cold, numbing my goddam toes through my socks. The sweaty heat is not "Summer"... the heat is heat, making me lethargic and weak with sweat pooling on my clothes. The season's stereotype qualities appeal to me... A Winter Wonderland, a flowery field of green, but I never see these things, not where I live, not with a restrictive school system that goes against every value I hold and wish I make, not with intrusive people that are only poison the more time passes. I want to roll in the snow, to pass out in a field of flowers and laugh...

I want nothing more than to bike down a dirt path and stand up on my pedals, throw my arms to the wind, let the breeze make my eyes tear up and the wind fill my coat, let the orange sunbeams explore my blurring form. I want nothing more than to pass out among the cool waves, let the sun burn my skin, fall beneath the salty water, watch the sun pierce the sea and study the floor... I want to feel free, to feel freed... and yet here we are. Inside.

God, to experience those highs... I'd kill to feel those seasonal beauties again. To be alone, to feel the stereotypes of the seasons hit my face. We are too cluttered now, too busy, too restricted. To not experience the stress of work, the humiliation and pain of human interaction, nor the anger of disagreement... to just be alone with my thoughts and the season, whatever it may be, would be a virtue and a gift. Because we've all had one of those moments that defined a season for us, and we didn't see its euphoric beauty for what it was until we looked back on the moment nostalgically, reminiscently, and prayed to feel that feeling again. And if we were all to just feel that high perpetually, infinitely, indefinitely, with an empty head and swelling heart...

Bravo

[Elfy]

Holy crap.

If johnny has 3 apples and sarah has 2 apples and they both put them in a bag what is the porbability of picking out sarah's apples.


Oh hey I have a better idea , why don't you just shut the fuck and eat?

[random_name]

matty555 Wrote:Holy crap.

If johnny has 3 apples and sarah has 2 apples and they both put them in a bag what is the porbability of picking out sarah's apples.


Oh hey I have a better idea , why don't you just shut the fuck and eat?

i was asked that today. is it ratio?

[Milk2Go]

I always thought Treyarch was a great game developer. I was with them the entire time, even when they were hated by everyone else. Until today. I can't fucking finish a CoD5 map I'm working on because - guess what - Treyarch forgot to fucking pack the necessary CSV files, prefabs, and sound files with the mod tools. Great job, Treyarch. Instead of getting a great set of mod tools like the kind Infinity Ward gives us, you give us some partially-functional pile of shit that's missing all of the necessary components to create a fully-functioning map. Good job, assholes.

[AWOL]

I hate my parents. It's do this and do that, or if you don't we'll shout at you. And ATM I could do that. I'm still nursing me emotional balls from that Facebook message and now their going off at me whenever they can. Aargh.

[SoulRiser]

AWOL:

[classclown]

i hate how i never had anyone to hang out with and every time i get close to having a friend my dad just keeps telling them i have no socail skills

[Thought Criminal]

I am going to kill my sister. She just drank 2 six packs of crush and broke the third uhhhhhg DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH CRUSH COSTS?!?! I paid 15 dollars for it all! And for me that's a fucking fortune! I'm broke! I would get So much joy from simply hitting her in her smug little face!!!

[Pieman]

thought criminal Wrote: I am going to kill my sister. She just drank 2 six packs of crush and broke the third uhhhhhg DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH CRUSH COSTS?!?! I paid 15 dollars for it all! And for me that's a fucking fortune! I'm broke! I would get So much joy from simply hitting her in her smug little face!!!

Didn't know you had a sister. 0.o But that aside, sorry to hear that.

[Thought Criminal]

Haha yeah I do. But all is well with the crush my parents are going to buy me a whole case!

[Vatman]

There is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream, a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought --a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!

~Mark Twain

[Thought Criminal]

Dang vatman that was beautiful

[Vatman]

Twain defiantly had a beautiful sense of language.

[Pieman]

That was awesome Vatman. Mr.Twain certainly had a better sense of wording and literature than William Shakesbeare.

[classclown]

my fucking dad fucking went on my computer behind my back and just like at dinner said i look at porn to my mom bro and sis awkward as fuck

[Thought Criminal]

Dude your dad is a little fuck. I would have put him in his place along time ago
Tell that asshat to pull the dildo out of his butt

[classclown]

i know he's just a lil bitch his excuse for doing all this shit to me is cause im the first born im a experiment and im not just saying that thats what he fuckling said

[Thought Criminal]

How big are you?

[classclown]

like hieght 5' 8"

[Thought Criminal]

Oh okay. Nevermind
I was going to suggest you punch his lights out but I don't think your big enough for that
Unless your dad is smaller