RANT HERE

[jester]

I hate selective education.

I hate the fact that there is one school which is far far better equipped than all of the others in the area.

I hate the fact that my daughter broke her finger today and she is due to take her entrance exam on Saturday. I hate the fact that my daughter is so upset and no matter now many times we tell her that there are other schools if she doesn't get lucky on the day.

I hate the fact that my daughter is in pain, lots of pain, and all anybody can think about is a stupid exam on Saturday.

I hate the fact that her secondary education depends on how she performs for three hours on Saturday.

I hate the fact that an eleven year old is possibly going to feel devastated as a punishment for being almost but not quite excellent.

I hate all that, but tommorow I have to smile and remind everybody that Christmas is coming when I appear on stage with Sniffy the Snowman.

[Stephon]

Originally posted by jester
I have to smile and remind everybody that Christmas is coming when I appear on stage with Sniffy the Snowman.

Sniffy the Snowman? You should never have anyone named "Sniffy" around your white powder. (Although it's better than "Sneezey")

[Rachel Peters]

temporary redemption

I resent myspace so. I only signed up to be able to access someone’s contact info, and I got sucked into the deep, dark hole of following the links of friends’ friends’ friends. Then I began to search for anyone I ever knew.
Myspace has TEMPORARILY redeemed itself in my book of things that irritate me.
I moved a lot as a child and I never really “grew up with” anyone.
The only person from my past I found with a myspace account was my third grade crush. I haven’t seen him since. He looks exactly the same. …I’d imagine he’s taller.
We chatted on MSN for some time this morning and he told me a story that I still can’t recall from memory. I can scarcely believe it.
When I was a young child I was constantly trying to “invent” board games. Cardboard boards. Little men to move. Possibly a spinny dial or cards to pick up. Whatever the theme called for.
Then I would bring the games to school and (seeeecretly) place them among the other games, trying to observe if any of my friends would choose to play with mine. You know, product testing.
He reminded me of the Hollywood Squares Home Edition game I had made. I created the squares and drew all the celebrities’ faces, with a hole cut out where their mouths would be. Then, as two kids played the contestants (and possibly one person with good hair as John Davidson), someone else would get the chance to exercise their improv skills by sticking their lips through the holes and playing the parts of say, Shadoe Stevens or Alf or The Smothers Brothers. Maybe even Jim J. Bullock or Phyllis Diller. ...and there isn't an 80's kid alive who can't make the "coochy coochy coochy" impersonation of Charo! (or maybe it was just me. I really shouldn't have been watching that show at 8.)
ApPARently, during one of these games I tricked him into kissing me while I was being Joan Rivers.
I don’t remember that at ALL.
SO… not only was I a brazen little HUSSY when I was 8, but I believe what I did was pull a variation of the cheek-kiss gag. Now that makes me a hypocrite, given my previous, very vocal dislike of said gag. I can’t beLIEVE I pulled a cheek-kiss gag.
Thanks myspace. You helped me realize my hypocrisy.

[jester]

My daughter passed her exam. She now gets to go to a selective school.

While I don't like eletism, its where she wanted to go and who can blame her. It's sooooo well equipped.

And while on the one hand I am very proud that she passed her exam despite nursing a painful broken finger. I am devastated because so many of her friends did not.

Children who were expected to perform far better than my daughter did not pass the exam.

Even worse, her lifetime friend Sam, who works so hard and desperately wants to do well academicly, did not pass on the day.

I remember thinking that I could not stomach the idea of he passing and Alex not passing that exam. Now I am sick in the stomach because I did not expect him to fail.

I am delighted and sad and ecstatic and upset all at the same time.

Not because the other schools are bad schools (they are not)

But because it was a prize which I honestly felt my daughter was entitled to, and now I realise it is an elite privilage. To go to a selective school.

And I know that it isn't really that bloody important. The bright kids will fare well in their respective schools. They have not wasted their investment in lessons, time and tutors, they have equipped themselves better for whichever school lies ahead. They will make the schools they attend stronger and better

[Butterfly Man]

I want you to know … I'm Angry. I am really ANGRY.

Ooo sorry …don't mean to offend anyone …

Being angry isn't cool is it?

NO, not unless you're a rock Star … or some expresso drinking, "Angry young poet" dressed in black.

Well, too bad, ‘cause I'm pissed … I'm fucking pissed off.

It's everything. I hate everything.

I hate driving, I hate cars, I hate drivers... I hate every one of 'em. Just A bunch of sub sub-mongoloids. What?, is The DMV giving away licenses to anyone with an opposing thumb?

I hate the DMV, and the IRS, and any other three lettered branch of the government.

Beaurocratic bullshit!

They can all … Kiss my ass!

And my house. Just a little fuckin’ cheese box with windows.

I hate my neighbor's dog.

I hate my neighbors.

I hate every goddamn utterance that comes out of their vapid, vacuous, bitter little mouths.

I hate their stupid, hokey, John Tesh MUZAK. Easy listening, my ass … What's so easy about listening to that syrupy sweet crap? After an hour of that shit I need to get tested for diabetes...

And the garbage men... I hate the fuckin garbage men … …I hate ‘em at six in the fucking morning! Their loud fuckin’ trucks and their big fucking mouths. Just shut the hell up and quit banging those cans! Assholes...

And my job! I hate my stupid job, my bonehead boss, and every lazy-ass mother fucker I work with.

I even hate the goddamn building!

My family?

Hate 'em all. I wish they would leave me the fuck alone. And I'm not too crazy about my friends either.

Friends??? Friends are just bullshit! They're just people who need your stuff, your money, your time, favors … rides to places completely out of your way.

Hey, I'm not related to you asshole!

And god forbid if I ever need something.... “sorry too busy” … so Fuck 'em! Fuck ‘em all!

I don't give a shit if its fashionable, and too bad if its not pretty.

Hey, I told ya I was pissed off, … and if you don't like it ...

(... then, I guess it’s OK, 'cause I wrote this when I was young and I'm not angry anymore.)

(Oh, and I like my house.)

[gav]

I bet you still hate the DMV and IRS though.

[Rachel Peters]

dang straight!!

I hate my skin. I hate all my internal and external organs. I especially hate my bowels and my lungs.

They all require too much maintenance. They waste my time and energy. Who needs 'em!!

[pixiejester]

I have a bad eye and I rang the hospital yesterday to make an appointment and the woman said 'you need a referral from your doctor.' I told her that it was kind of an emergancy and my eye really hurts and she kept going on about getting a note from my doctor. That sucks. I should be able to go to the eye clinic, get them to look at it or tell them what it is - I know what it is, I've had it before - and ask for something to make it better. But I am going to my doctor tomorrow so I can get my note and make an appointment. I never have liked hospital's.

[jester]

hmmm

So in order to get your eye looked at you have to make an appointment with someone to make you an appointment.

Of course you need a qualified GP to look at your eye and make the appointment, just incase you have mistaken something like your kidney for your eye.

"I think I've got an eye infection Doctor. I can't see very clearly through it when I close the other two."

"Ah. I think I see the problem Miss Pixiejester. You are trying to see things using your left kidney."

"Ah. So that's why everything is out of focus."

"Yes. And the water coming out of your kidneys isn't actually water, it's urine."

"So I've got piss running down my cheeks?"

"Only when you urinate standing on your head."

"So is anything actually wrong with my kidneys?"

"I'll make you an appointment with radiologist."

"thank you."

[pixiejester]

Hehehe.

Well I am a bit of a klutz, so might be best to have someone take a look then go to the hospital.

[pixiejester]

What is with guys and toilet seats. It's like every time I go into the bathroom after a guy (at a hotel, my place, his place - not the actual mens toilets.) the seat is always up. I don't really wanna put the seat down, guys should do it - they put it up, they can put it down.

And why does pulling off a plaster hurt more then the cut itself? I had a small cut on my knee that was bleeding so I stuck a plaster on it, left it on until I thought it had stopped and took it off. And it hurt more then the cut, which never hurt at all. If you do it slowly the pain jsut last longer and if you rip it off it stings bad, there's no winning when it comes it taking it off, either way you're gonna get hurt. Oh and this was after it had been in water as well.

By the way, it was well worth going to the doctor's and not straight to the hospital, he was so good looking.

[jester]

toilet seats?

What is with girls an toilet seats. Is like every time I go into the bathroom after a gal (at a hotel, my place, her place - the public loos ) the seat is always down. I don't really wanna put the seat up, girls should do it - they put it down, they can put it up.

[pixiejester]

Yeah, but if you go in after a girl, then it was most certainly already down when she went in, which means she never touched it. So she didn't put it down, so she shouldn't have to put it up - or down.

[Peter Voice]

Sometimes I think

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you for your indulgence, I just need this every now and then. Sorry I could not be more eloquent.

[Steven Ragatz]

Pixiejester,

You are right, it could be worse. The guy could leave the seat down all the time...

Steven Ragatz