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Daylight savings time fucks up the universe. As does TiVo.

Rant of the Day:
I'm sick of:
- irresponsible people
- liars
- my dirty ass skanky suitemates
- loud people in my hall
- people walking all over me
- school

I hate my schedual!!! I hate not having time for anyone other than me.

Goddammit, i just ate a huge piece of cake with my bare hands. Fuck.

Alright listen to this shit. If you think your roommates are bad, just read this story.

This morning around 10:00 my roommate awakes me from my slumber to mooch off of me some more. He asks me if he can use my truck to go to the bank. I made the mistake of saying yeah that's fine. So I gave him the keys. Forty minutes later the stupid fuck shows back up. Keep in mind that his bank is in the village, and our house is like four minutes away from there. So he comes back like I said, forty minutes later when in all reality it should have only taken ten. That's not the kicker though. I hear him come in (he thinks I've been asleep the whole time) grab something and walk back out. I look out my bedroom window, and I don't see my truck in the driveway. So I'm thinking he wrecked it or some shit. Then, I run to the front living room to look out my window and there's my truck parked out on the street, with my faggot ass roommate walking back out to it carrying his guitar. He parked it out in the street so he wouldn't wake me up from sleep and could take my truck for even longer. Realize that he didn't park it in the street because he cared that I was sleeping, he did it cuz he didn't want me to wake up and see what he was doing. So anyways, I see him walking so I run to my bedroom throw on my running shoes and run after him. He first tries to act like he doesn't see me, so I start screaming at him. His bitch ass pulled back around into the driveway and gave me the keys. I was like where are you going? I can't remember what he said, but he was like "sorry I didn't know you needed your truck." I didn't need my truck you worthless fuck, but the fact is that it's my fucking truck and when you tell me your going to use it to go to the bank don't fucking take 40 minutes and don't try to steal you mother fucker. He then has the nerve to try to get in my truck when it's locked and set the alarm off. He tells me that he's trying to get his CD, which I know is pure bullshit because I saw him taking his guitar. Fuck Dylan Patterson. Dylan if you ever read this I hope you fucking burn in hell when you die. Fuck you.

[ April 06, 2005, 11:31 AM: Message edited by: Dirty Harry ]

I really hope he searched for his name on Google in about a month.

Dylan Patterson should die.

If this is the same fucker you've told us stories about before, than this is what you should do. One night when he's drank to much and has passed out, piss all over him so it looks like he did it, take pictures, photocopy x 100, then decorate an entire wall of your house with them. Not only will you get to piss on him, but everyone will think he did it to himself.

Actually I have formulated a diabolical scheme to get my revenge. He loves to skateboard. That and playing the guitar are his life. One day while he's out (probably getting fucked up on pills or some shit) and I'm also out, I'm going to come back home and steal his skateboard. I will then break it, take the remains out somewhere and throw them out of my truck.

I saw some kid riding around campus on a skateboard while playing his guitar a the same time today. Could that be him? Even if it's not, pretty weird that I just saw someone who fits the description of this post.

-Ugly Bastard

It would probably be a lot more satisfying if you burned it. Though you could just give it to me too.

Well he apologized to me about it. In all honesty he can take that apology and shove it up his fuckin ass. Though I might not steal his skateboard now.

I hold a strong hatred toward theater majors. If you're a theater major, chances are good I hate you without meeting you. I don't need to, you're a theater major and that's enough for me. I also hate people who come to theater productions and park in the residence parking lot so that residents don't have a place to park. I also hate my suitemates (they're theater majors so no surprise there). But I'm calling them out because after being in school for 7 months, they're yet to clean the bathroom and my roommate and I are stuck doing it, and these girls are disgusting. Anyone who's been in our bathroom can vouch for that.

I hate them too. They're so loud and (while they shouldn't be) confident. I always hated the little brats in high school that were in the plays and shit - and just thought they were Lord God because of it. Basically, let me sum this up for you: If you spend more than 10% of your life at Courthouse Coffee while you're in Warsaw, I hate you.

-Ugly Bastard

i used to do theater in high school. i didn't think i was lord god.

i do, however, understand the annoying aspects of theater kids. i could only stand to be around them for short periods of time.

[ April 06, 2005, 10:40 PM: Message edited by: fancymeghan ]

Ya I didn't mean to insinuate that everyone in the plays was a brat. You know the ones I'm talking about though...

-Ugly Bastard

I hate them too. They're so loud and (while they shouldn't be) confident. I always hated the little brats in high school that were in the plays and shit - and just thought they were Lord God because of it. Basically, let me sum this up for you: If you spend more than 10% of your life at Courthouse Coffee while you're in Warsaw, I hate you.



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Who wants to go on a BSU theatre major bashing trip?

[ April 06, 2005, 11:12 PM: Message edited by: Mr. Blonde ]

A-fucking-men

This is something that really pisses me off.
My girlfriend gets a call from a friend she went to high s school with to go to a party, she doesn't have anything else to do and she doesn't want to go home so she goes. This is around 11:30.

1:22 A.M.
My phone rings and it is her.
'Tyler, I don't feel good, something bad happened...'
I rush over there, as soon as I get to the door, she collapses on me. I ask her if she has been drinking, she had one drink, and she got it off the keg herself. Ok, what then? She said she bummed a cigarette off of someone, took one drag and noticed it tasted funny and suddenly started to feel sick. So she sat down, she was outside, for about one hour and then drove home and proceeded to call me as soon as she arrived.

At first I thought maybe she smoked a joint and was really stoned, nope, she had no signs of marijuana useage. So I stay there with her, get her some water, and sit by her until she finally can go to bed at 2:22 A.M.

I talked to her earlier today, and spent some of the evening with her and she told me that she has still been dizzy all day, and she keeps forgetting things that just happen. She told me that it crackled when she took the drag, hmmm... So I go home, get on Erowid and start doing some research, and bingo, PCP. She was given a cigarette laced with PCP.

What kind of piece of shit does that to a person? Oh, and the guy who invited her, the person she felt she could trust, calls this evening to find out if she is ok, and says sorry, 'Last night must have sucked for you.' Let it be known, if I ever see this person I will kill him. You don't treat girls like that, and you do not conduct yourself at a party like that. Now, many of us are partiers and we know to ask before we take something, she on the other hand isn't. She just started to drink this year, and she has been only to parties with me and her old roomate. But still, who does something like that?

[ April 07, 2005, 02:17 AM: Message edited by: Niger Angelus ]

Wow, that's some serious shit man. My girlfriend is going to college next year, and I know what kinds of fucked up guys will be at the parties she will undoubtedly attend; I worry about this kind of shit happening all the time. If something a fraction of this happens, somebody is getting the beating of a lifetime. That is extremely scary shit. I wouldn't wait until you saw him again, i'd track his ass down and find out who gave her that cigarrette.

I will, she told me his name and said if she ever sees him she is going to call me. The thing that hurts me is knowing how betrayed she feels. I guess you can't trust even old friends now-a-days.

You can hardly trust anybody these days...it blows.

Thats a fuckin crazy story.

Get a home drug test, see if it was actually PCP