Ugh. This week has been fucking ridiculous week, in a way that only a masochist could appreciate. It just got sent over the edge tonight, in a straw on the camel’s back sort of way. In no particular order:
You! Asshole! In the grill line! Fuck you! Fuck you and your self righteous fucking attitude! I ordered a veggie burger. This doesn’t mean that this an opportunity to practice your [unoriginal, I might add] anti-vegetarian screed that you have memorized nearly word for word from Maddox’s web site. Maddox is a fuckstick. Someone ELSE asked me why I was a vegetarian, and I replied “Because I don’t like the idea of eating animals.” Nothing in there about “everyone should be a vegetarian”, or “people who eat meat are douchebags.” No. All I said was that I don’t like the idea of eating animals. For you, I guess, this was the cue to CUT INTO THE FUCKING CIVIL CONVERSATION, shove your head so far up your ass that you had chemical burns from the stomach acid, and launch into a diatribe about how “more animals are killed to harvest wheat than die to make a hamburger blah blah blah”. And then you look shocked at me when I responded with “I don’t care.” Did I say anything about saving animals? Then don’t give me shit about it. And don’t look all offended when I call you an ass to your face. Because you are. You are an assface.
Abortion Protesters. I fully support your right to free speech, obnoxious slogans and all. I don’t draw the line when you put up signs around campus warning “Genocide Pictures Ahead!” This still comes under free speech, but makes you an asshole for lessening the tragedy of real genocide. Plus, it doesn’t really make sense. Fetuses (Feti?) are not an ethnic group. Anyway, where I do draw the line is when you SCREAM IN MY FACE about how abortion is a sin and I’m going to hell. I’m MALE. I have a beard, for chrissake! I can’t get an abortion. Hell, I’m not even pre-med, so you make absolutely no fucking sense. I support a woman’s right to choose, but you don’t (and can’t, because I didn’t tell you) know that, so you’re either just being an obnoxious prick (probably), or are a stupid inbred backwoods shit-for-brains cave denizen from Upper Bumblefuck, zip code:NOWHERE! (definitely). It’s also really irritating (and gross) to have giant (~2 meter high) pictures of severed fetus parts in vivid color that I have no choice but to look at because it’s on my way to both my 12:00 and 2:00 classes. Also, I haven’t read the research, but I’m pretty sure that the link between abortions and breast cancer was debunked.
Dickweed person I share a wall with. You are a dick. I have met you maybe three times over the course of the semester, even though our doors are maybe 3 feet apart. I don’t really especially want to meet you, either. This is because you are constantly screaming at things, and never shut up. Especially not at night. Also, I’m pretty sure you’ve been playing Halo 3 for the past 2 weeks. Straight. I’m pretty sure of this because before it came out, you left the apartment an hour before I did, and I heard you screaming at your computer every afternoon as soon as I shut the door to my room. You are LOUD, you make no sense, and today, as I was shaving in the bathroom, I hear you yell “I need to take a piss!” to your XBox Live friends. The only problem is, you never entered the bathroom to take said piss. In fact, instead I heard sounds of urination emanating FROM YOUR ROOM. What the hell were you doing? Pissing in a bottle? Pissing in the corner? In some ways, I’m curious about what the hell you did, but on the other hand, thinking about it makes a little part of me die inside.
Ah. It feels so good to get that off my chest. Please excuse any and all grammar/spelling mistakes. And for the love of god, don’t lecture me on being a vegetarian. I’m sick of it already.
Seriously, as a practicing omnivore I get annoyed with the militants on both sides of the meat issue. Frankly, people need to just fucking shut up about what anyone else is eating. Choose to eat what you like, for whatever reasons seem good to you.
And fart in the face of anyone who dares tell you differently.
Ahh College protesters. Back in 2003 at the start of the war the Anti-war activist group managed to schedule their protest at the same time as the Pro-war activist group, and about 50 feet apart. Oh yeah, that went well, especially when the Pro-war group starting playing “Bombs Over Baghdad” on the biggest stereo they could find.
Nope, but the Ron Paul supporters are everywhere. And they write on everything with chalk. Oh, and I should add that the “pro-life” protesters weren’t students. They were just assholes that thought that the middle of campus would be a great place to protest.
Ahhhhhh yes. My personal favorite was the group that always did the “Rape and Sexual Assault Awareness” tee-shirt thing. An important issue, no doubt, but funny how it always seemed to coincide with the potential student orientation day.
No better way to help put our best foot forward than to scare the ever-loving shit out of a bunch of 17-18 year old girls who used to be looking forward to attending in six months :rolleyes:
We have the LaRouche Douches *and *the psycho Ron Paul chalk toters. AND Hare Krishnas, but they’re mostly harmless.
But I have a campus rant. There are something like 10 sets of double-doors leading into the research library. If I open one of those doors, put my foot inside the lintel, and stride forth, that is NOT an invitation for someone walking out of the other double door to change their mind, bolt to my side and bully their way past me to get out. I can and do offer to hold open the door pretty frequently, but I am totally unprepared for this sort of behavior. I am not the doorman.
So I have appointed myself Embarrasser of the Rude, and exclaim, “Please, after YOU, your Majesty!” and “You’re welcome!” loudly outside the library.
I spent the better part of last week using water balloons to ruin the Ron Paul chalkings. It was fun, because it just removed about half of the message. Best 99 cents ever spent. I’m so tired of getting bombarded by advertising on campus, I don’t need to be harassed every 200 feet with “non-advertising” for that dick. Just because it’s in chalk doesn’t mean we don’t still find the assault to be invasive advertising. Next time, buy the naming rights to the stadium.
I don’t hardly mind the Ron Paul chalkings and people with flyers at tables because hey, I can ignore them and it doesn’t take up any time. But if they don’t stop abusing the e-mail lists at school that have nothing to do with politics (drama? carpool co-ordination? Seriously?) I’m going to have to bite something. Probably Ron Paul.
Why does my university claim that we have class on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday? Half the school takes the whole weekend off (even some professors). So sometimes you have class and then you get there and no one’s there and the prof is like ‘oh, well, i guess I won’t lecture today.’ And then there are the diehard profs in the premed courses who decide to schedule midterms on the monday before thanksgiving. It’s like the entire campus just falls apart for three days.
And then there’s the whole “have a great time going home,” “enjoy seeing your family,” “you must be so excited to see your parents soon.” Not everyone lives in New England/ can afford plane tickets to fly home.
Hey, I dabbled with the LaRouchies back in the early nineties. Some of their goals are actually kinda interesting, like the cold fusion research and high-speed east-coast rail links and the trans-Bering bridge…
I saw those this week, and I just don’t get the point. If you put up giant stillframes from The Miracle of Life, it’s just as disgusting. And since we can have giant obscene pictures on campus, why don’t the pro-breasts groups ever protest here?
The weird thing is every time the nutjobs from out side protest on campus(anti-abortion, anti-gay), it just makes the people that support their cause look ridiculous. It’s especially funny to call students bad people for going to school when your 9 year old is spending his day in front of dead fetus posters.
Anyway, I like how what I found to be the most horrifying thing in my OP (guy pissing in his room) hasn’t been commented on once. Oh well. He must have disposed of it somehow, because the apartment doesn’t stink to high heaven. Small blessings, I suppose.
Queen Bruin, for a second there, I thought you were talking about my campus! Hehe…the only fundamental difference seems to be what we call our bears. The LaRouchies up here are very militant. They’ll actually yell at you if you don’t want to talk to them. “OPEN YOUR MIND, MAN!!” They were singing nonsense at the top of their lungs a few days ago.
I don’t know why, but I get very, inexplicably angry at the undergrads sleeping in the library in the middle of the afternoon. Why?!? Your dorms are at most a 5 minute walk away! And you snore! The library is for work, not naps! Work, damn you! Work, like the rest of us have to!
There are worse things than a dude pissing into a bottle or snerk wearing diapers for gaming sessions. For example, my Halo Freak hallmates burned a bag of microwave popcorn once, and you would not believe how that smell permeated the entire freakin’ building.
