Facebook is.... well, a waste of time. With all of the new changes I've found myself not logging in as often, today I made an exception, and I wish that I hadn't. I've noticed there are a few main types of posters on Facebook. Lets outline them... (starting with the least annoying.)
*NOTE.*
The word friend is, of course, used very loosely. Here it is just talking about those that are on the friend list on Facebook. I try not to associate with dumb people, sometimes its fun to read the moronic posts... other times they make me wanna punch someone. (I'm still waiting for a, "Punch in the face" button on Facebook instead of poking. Poking doesn't cut it sometimes, y'know?)
1. The people that post everything they're doing. "Eating a sandwich before work!" "Flushed the toilet after I went." things of that nature. Things that aren't really rage inducing, just things that make you wonder, "Okay... and who exactly cares?"
2. People that are really into the Facebook gaming. Farmville, and uh... whatever all of those other games are that people play on Facebook. I don't know of them, because after I found out that you can block all that garbage about people needing wood for their shed I haven't seen a Facebook game since.
3. Those people that are always complaining about their lives. I get wanting to get stuff off your chest, but posting that, "OMG I H8 MY LIFE I'M NO GUD AND SHOULD DIE." and when people ask them about it they post something about how they don't wanna talk about it. **Pro tip** If you don't wanna talk about something... don't mention it.
4. The person that is always trying to show how tough and hardcore they are via Facebook. Talking about how they're tired of people talking about them, and how they're gonna, "mess someone up." (The very same people that don't have the bal-- guts to say anything if approached in real life, because they're all mouth, no teeth. (If your mind went in the gutter while reading the mouth/teeth part... you aren't alone. Oops, I should've stuck with, "All bark, no bite." I guess.)
Disclaimer: Now we're going into the, "People-That-Make-Me-Rage" category, foul language might make an appearance. It should also be noted that I'm not in the slightest bit religious.
5. I understand people are religious. That is fine, I'm glad that people have something/someone that helps them get through their hard life decisions or whatever. I could log into FB to 30 Bible verses and not be annoyed. 10 uplifting stories about how great God is and not have any ill rage induced feelings. I just HATE when people think they're like the poster child or something for their religion. I agree with standing up for what you believe in, but acting like everyone hates you because you're not the typical Christian is BS. I didn't know that the teachings of Wicca instructed you to spew such hate about other religions. DIRECT quote from this person, I don't care who sees this because I'm not a person like those in instance number 4.
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The chances of people actually trying to convert her on Facebook is very slim. No one is going to message you going, "You need to learn about Jesus, this is the right way to live. etc etc." Or at least it hasn't happened to me. No one is going to single you out because of your religion. Mostly because no one really gives a fuck. I just don't like when people expect to be accepted, but can't accept others. I mean, after having so much mouth diarrhea you might get people commenting about their beliefs, but until you sit there an insult an entire group of people based on their religion you aren't getting any crap for your beliefs. I just wish people would drop the mindset, "OMG I have a religion that isn't as prevalent as Christianity, it is now my duty to bash all of those that don't believe like I do." Isn't that the SAME shit that they don't want happening to them?
Basically spouting off about how you don't believe in God used to be cool and edgy when we were in the 9th grade, grow up.
6. This group also has to do with religion, very similar to the previous. Those people that always relate most of their posts to how great it is to know God and be Christian. (which as i said before, is fine and dandy I'm glad they find happiness that way.) YET they post jokes that are demeaning and down right... horrible about specific groups of people. The post started off like, "
BUT that is one thing I'll never understand, probably. The fact that ~gay people are bad and are going to hell~ always rubbed me the wrong way.
I feel like I rambled a bit and made no sense, but I feel better and not like I'm about to go rage on someone. :)
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Things I hate.
This week has been... chaotic, to say the least. In the past few days several things have happened that made me more than annoyed, pretty angry, actually. The type of anger that is mixed with disgust because you just can't comprehend how people can be so dumb/irresponsible/rude/whatever. The type of feeling where you want to just stay home away from the stupidity that other people seem to be spilling everywhere, because... what if its contagious? That wouldn't be good.
I was at the store getting some gas, should be a pretty simple thing, right? Go into the store to pay, fill up, get in the car, leave. Not so simple when people can't READ signs because they're too busy talking on the phone. The store I go to there is one entrance and one exit, its not rocket science by any means. Signs are HUGE and pretty hard to miss. I'm pulling away after getting gas, when all of a sudden I almost get hit because some girl is coming in the exit. (the exit is one car wide and goes around the building.) After slamming on my breaks I notice the girl has this, "WTF-ARE-YOU-DOING-YOU-ALMOST-HIT-ME" look on her face which pretty much floors me. Like this girl is seriously looking like she wants to say something, and not, "I'm sorry I almost hit your car for driving the wrong way. I'm dumb please forgive me." However, when given the opportunity to speak to me about the matter, she declined. Boo-hoo. (Yeah my music got turned down and my window might've went down a bit more. Maybe I rage out about my car, whatever.)
The next happened the day after. I should probably just say Wal-Mart and I'm pretty sure everyone will know the issue. How can you have 3 lines open at 4:30pm on a FRIDAY? Also, why is someone able to go through the Express line (10 items or less) with 4 separate orders of WIC? NOTHING ABOUT WIC IS EXPRESS. Nothing at all. Which leads me to my next question, why is the ~manager~ looking at all the lines like he wants to do something, but deciding, "Oh gee, even though there are 10 people in the express line and I have 3 people at the front doing nothing, no lines need to be opened."
Just thinking about it annoyed me again. Boo.
I was at the store getting some gas, should be a pretty simple thing, right? Go into the store to pay, fill up, get in the car, leave. Not so simple when people can't READ signs because they're too busy talking on the phone. The store I go to there is one entrance and one exit, its not rocket science by any means. Signs are HUGE and pretty hard to miss. I'm pulling away after getting gas, when all of a sudden I almost get hit because some girl is coming in the exit. (the exit is one car wide and goes around the building.) After slamming on my breaks I notice the girl has this, "WTF-ARE-YOU-DOING-YOU-ALMOST-HIT-ME" look on her face which pretty much floors me. Like this girl is seriously looking like she wants to say something, and not, "I'm sorry I almost hit your car for driving the wrong way. I'm dumb please forgive me." However, when given the opportunity to speak to me about the matter, she declined. Boo-hoo. (Yeah my music got turned down and my window might've went down a bit more. Maybe I rage out about my car, whatever.)
The next happened the day after. I should probably just say Wal-Mart and I'm pretty sure everyone will know the issue. How can you have 3 lines open at 4:30pm on a FRIDAY? Also, why is someone able to go through the Express line (10 items or less) with 4 separate orders of WIC? NOTHING ABOUT WIC IS EXPRESS. Nothing at all. Which leads me to my next question, why is the ~manager~ looking at all the lines like he wants to do something, but deciding, "Oh gee, even though there are 10 people in the express line and I have 3 people at the front doing nothing, no lines need to be opened."
Just thinking about it annoyed me again. Boo.
Friday, September 16, 2011
I really hate getting sick.
Getting sick really sucks, what sucks more is knowing you're getting sick before you actually do. I feel so gross that I have nothing else to write in my blog for the night. :( I just didn't want it to look like I forgot about it, because I didn't.
Friday, September 9, 2011
A life changing event.
I'm typing this with great difficulty due to the fact that I just got my nails "did" for the first time. (A little late? perhaps.)
Anyways...
Almost two years ago my best friend Brittany and I were driving down highway 24, heading to Anderson from Townville. We planned to return some movies, grab a bite to eat, and head home. Sadly, it didn't turn out that way. We were only a minute or so from our house when we were hit head on by a truck. Not some tiny pickup truck, but a bulky Ford F-150. We were in a Toyota Camry.
A few seconds later we open our doors, the guy is out of his truck talking about how he's so sorry, his tire blew out. All frantic like. That's when I realize he had not only hit us, he hit a Blazer in front of us, totaling it as well. I wanted to get out of the car, I didn't realize I was hurt, my friend, however caught a glimpse of her leg bone sticking out and she went into panic mode. (Who wouldn't though?) We waited for the ambulance to get there, I didn't feel anything just sorta numb and lightheaded.
The ambulances got there and that's when Brittany and I had to go our separate ways. Once inside the ambulance I was interrogated about the drugs I was on because my pupils were large. I'm not quite sure why the guy couldn't understand the fact that a truck pretty much just landed in my lap, and I was a bit freaked out. After telling him at least 5 times I didn't do drugs with him giving me the, "You need to tell us, you won't get in trouble." reply I had enough. I pretty much told him the, "I just got hit by a truck." thing, with lots of fancy words added in. Which I don't regret at all, he deserved it.
I got to stay in the hospital for like 12 hours and was luckily able to go home with them telling me, "We don't think you're gonna bleed internally, because if you were it would've started by now." Oh gee thanks, you know one thing they forgot to mention? Along with my broken collarbone I had 3 broken ribs. No wonder it hurt so badly to stand up!
A week or so later I went to the bone doctor, who told me I had to have a plate put in, because my bone was dumb and not gonna grow back the right way. (It was growing up. Good job bone. UGH.)
After all of that I had to endure 8 weeks of PT. (Which should stand for physical torture.) It was by far the worst part of the entire ordeal.
OH. We later found out the guy's tire didn't blow out, he was on the phone texting and not paying attention. Lovely. (He now can't afford insurance, though, so. EH.)
Some good things came of this wreck, I look back and think about some of the things that happened and laugh at them now. (At the time they weren't so funny.) Me falling asleep with drinks in my hand because of the pain meds. Me finding out that Vicodin doesn't work for me, it just makes me itch... really badly. I got a pretty sweet car out of the deal, too. (which I'm sure I'll blog about later.)
The BEST thing I learned, however, is that your inattentiveness while driving can change the lives of others in less than a second. I would never want anyone to go through what my friend and I did, it isn't worth it. Everyday for the rest of my life when I look in the mirror the first thing I'll see is a huge scar across my collarbone. As much fun as it is to joke and tell people that I got stabbed with a machete its not funny. I dont like it. It sucks. When the weather turns cold it aches and makes me feel so much older than 22. But hey, it made me realize that I should really pay attention while driving.
Anyways...
Almost two years ago my best friend Brittany and I were driving down highway 24, heading to Anderson from Townville. We planned to return some movies, grab a bite to eat, and head home. Sadly, it didn't turn out that way. We were only a minute or so from our house when we were hit head on by a truck. Not some tiny pickup truck, but a bulky Ford F-150. We were in a Toyota Camry.
A few seconds later we open our doors, the guy is out of his truck talking about how he's so sorry, his tire blew out. All frantic like. That's when I realize he had not only hit us, he hit a Blazer in front of us, totaling it as well. I wanted to get out of the car, I didn't realize I was hurt, my friend, however caught a glimpse of her leg bone sticking out and she went into panic mode. (Who wouldn't though?) We waited for the ambulance to get there, I didn't feel anything just sorta numb and lightheaded.
The ambulances got there and that's when Brittany and I had to go our separate ways. Once inside the ambulance I was interrogated about the drugs I was on because my pupils were large. I'm not quite sure why the guy couldn't understand the fact that a truck pretty much just landed in my lap, and I was a bit freaked out. After telling him at least 5 times I didn't do drugs with him giving me the, "You need to tell us, you won't get in trouble." reply I had enough. I pretty much told him the, "I just got hit by a truck." thing, with lots of fancy words added in. Which I don't regret at all, he deserved it.
I got to stay in the hospital for like 12 hours and was luckily able to go home with them telling me, "We don't think you're gonna bleed internally, because if you were it would've started by now." Oh gee thanks, you know one thing they forgot to mention? Along with my broken collarbone I had 3 broken ribs. No wonder it hurt so badly to stand up!
A week or so later I went to the bone doctor, who told me I had to have a plate put in, because my bone was dumb and not gonna grow back the right way. (It was growing up. Good job bone. UGH.)
After all of that I had to endure 8 weeks of PT. (Which should stand for physical torture.) It was by far the worst part of the entire ordeal.
OH. We later found out the guy's tire didn't blow out, he was on the phone texting and not paying attention. Lovely. (He now can't afford insurance, though, so. EH.)
Some good things came of this wreck, I look back and think about some of the things that happened and laugh at them now. (At the time they weren't so funny.) Me falling asleep with drinks in my hand because of the pain meds. Me finding out that Vicodin doesn't work for me, it just makes me itch... really badly. I got a pretty sweet car out of the deal, too. (which I'm sure I'll blog about later.)
The BEST thing I learned, however, is that your inattentiveness while driving can change the lives of others in less than a second. I would never want anyone to go through what my friend and I did, it isn't worth it. Everyday for the rest of my life when I look in the mirror the first thing I'll see is a huge scar across my collarbone. As much fun as it is to joke and tell people that I got stabbed with a machete its not funny. I dont like it. It sucks. When the weather turns cold it aches and makes me feel so much older than 22. But hey, it made me realize that I should really pay attention while driving.
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Friday, September 2, 2011
I felt like I was being held hostage.
I wanna start this blog by saying that I'm all for people raising money to help others. That is all fine and dandy, but why can't they do it where its not inconveniencing people? Its currently 1:34am, meaning this blog is late which really irks my nerves because I planned to do this when I got back from my friend's apartment, I just didn't realize I was going to be trying to get back to my car for nearly 2 hours, thanks to the Midnight Flight.
Tonight was supposed to be nice, go to my friend's, get some dinner, come home. Didn't happen. Well, actually all of those things happened, but there was a lot of waiting inserted in there that I simply wasn't prepared for.
The night started out sketchy with us having to wait at least 30min before we could detour and drive across the street. It was all good, though. I mean, you can't let a little wait get you down, so we went about our business. Getting back to the apartments, however, was a completely different story. At this point no one was able to drive down 81.
Which raised a few questions... What if someone had to go to work? "Sorry boss, I would've been on time, but there were people walking down the highway. Cops wouldn't let me through." I don't think that would be an acceptable excuse for one's boss.
What if an ambulance needed to get through? Would all the people have scattered? I mean... Does anyone think about these things? (Which also brings us to the, "OH NO MY WIFE'S WATER JUST BROKE. Good thing we live on 81, the hospital is just down the street. OH WAIT. Its still gonna take us an hour to get there." )
I mean sure it only happens once a year, its for a good cause, but what about the people that don't have back roads to use to get elsewhere? (Like my friend and me.)
I'm sure there are other locations this event could be held at in Anderson. The Civic Center for one? Isn't that what its for? Stuff like this?
The icing on the cake was the fact that when I called and asked about what time it was over... no one could give me anything besides, "No one in here knows. Sorry." Soo... all these cops were at the event, but not a single one knew what time it ended? I'm not asking for exact, I'm talking about, "An hour, two hours, three hours." ANYTHING.
I love Anderson soooooo much.
Tonight was supposed to be nice, go to my friend's, get some dinner, come home. Didn't happen. Well, actually all of those things happened, but there was a lot of waiting inserted in there that I simply wasn't prepared for.
The night started out sketchy with us having to wait at least 30min before we could detour and drive across the street. It was all good, though. I mean, you can't let a little wait get you down, so we went about our business. Getting back to the apartments, however, was a completely different story. At this point no one was able to drive down 81.
Which raised a few questions... What if someone had to go to work? "Sorry boss, I would've been on time, but there were people walking down the highway. Cops wouldn't let me through." I don't think that would be an acceptable excuse for one's boss.
What if an ambulance needed to get through? Would all the people have scattered? I mean... Does anyone think about these things? (Which also brings us to the, "OH NO MY WIFE'S WATER JUST BROKE. Good thing we live on 81, the hospital is just down the street. OH WAIT. Its still gonna take us an hour to get there." )
I mean sure it only happens once a year, its for a good cause, but what about the people that don't have back roads to use to get elsewhere? (Like my friend and me.)
I'm sure there are other locations this event could be held at in Anderson. The Civic Center for one? Isn't that what its for? Stuff like this?
The icing on the cake was the fact that when I called and asked about what time it was over... no one could give me anything besides, "No one in here knows. Sorry." Soo... all these cops were at the event, but not a single one knew what time it ended? I'm not asking for exact, I'm talking about, "An hour, two hours, three hours." ANYTHING.
I love Anderson soooooo much.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
8-25-11. Late night ramblings. V.1
In all honesty I'm writing an entry right now simply to see how my layout looks. I'm sort of a perfectionist when it comes to this type of thing, all of my fonts have to match, and things need to be easy to read. No eye burning colours here! Oh wait, did that spelling of the word just slip in there? Oops. I should probably get out of that habit since I'll be getting graded on essays and such soon. Hmm. I wonder if that is even counted as a mistake. I mean it IS also a spelling of the word. I guess we'll see later, because knowing me I'll end up throwing it in there with the 'u' and yeah. Fun fun!
I really thought I had more to ramble about, but I guess not. Maybe later when I actually need to write one? I can only hope.
I really thought I had more to ramble about, but I guess not. Maybe later when I actually need to write one? I can only hope.
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