Cross's Weekly Rant: Why the hell is Cross listening to Panic!?
Well guys, I'm incredibly bored, at about 1:30 in the morning, and I've got school in about 5 hours.
So what's that mean, exactly? Time to get some sleep, right?
...Erm, no. No, that's why I'm writing this. Let's take a few minutes to actually learn about what's been going on in my life for the last month or so.
For the love of God, someone shoot me before I buy this album.
If I find out that bold tag doesn't work, I'm going to kick a kitten. Swear to God, I will. Anyways, that's besides the point. Basically, the last month of my life has been absolute shit.
My girlfriend broke up with me, though I don't think I've told any of you, about 3 weeks ago. Basically, this ended up with me in a frenzy for a few drinks, before finally getting my hands on some and mellowing out. Normally, I wouldn't mind this, because I pretty much ended the thing myself. However, it was what happened that pissed me off: She ended up telling me she has a crush on my best friend, who , apparently, has been running a politician-like smear campaign against me in order to open her eyes to what an asshole I am.
And then turns around and says he's going to rape her.
...Someone remind me, exactly, why I haven't absolutely snapped and killed someone?
I basically wasted 5 months of my life that I will never get back on a miserable whore that threw me to the curb when she saw my best friend. I treated her nicely, taking her out to dinner, and disregarding everything else going on in my life.
This is a lead-in, but later on we'll discuss that.
So what happens? I get nothing out of the whole damn thing, except a nasty taste in my mouth for women in general, and she's going out with someone that's treating her like trash; and enjoying it.
So, once again, I get screwed out of yet ANOTHER good thing in my life, because society sucks and I'm an asshole because of that.
Anyways, moving on. I started Driver's Ed.
...Yeah, it's too damn boring. That's...about it, as far as that's concerned.
Then, more drama. I'm moving...at the end of my Junior year. In other words, the friends I've worked 3 years to get, and everything I'm used to, I'm moving away from...AND GOING TO A NEW SCHOOL IN MY SENIOR YEAR.
Social life? Meet genocide. He's your new roommate in this windowless, soundproof room. I'll be back to check on you in about 30 or so years.
So then what the hell does this have to do with you?
Well, nothing. But damnit, you're reading this because reading about other people's misfortune is fuckin' HILARIOUS.
Well, maybe you're not laughing, but it's all the same.
In a few days, you'll completely forget about this entire article, and any sympathy you may have had for a passing moment will be gone.
Not that I want it.
Moving on to the next great thing, MBA.
Yeah, MBA ended up suffering because the last month of my life has been hell. I shoulder most of the blame, because most of it does lie on me. I can't deny that I did a horrible job as an admin, as I always do, and that I will probably never have a hand in something like that again.
Oh well. Another thing gone. Not like it matters, since nobody's reading this.
Self-pity is incredible, isn't it?
After writing all this out, it makes me look back, and realize just HOW shitty this last month has been.
So what positives have I gotten out of it?
...Uh...
...Well...
...Anyways.
School started back up, and the ridiculous backlogged workload ended up sending me off on a tangent as far as MBA goes, since I'm probably going to crack under the pressure about halfway through the school year and beat the living hell out of someone.
This rant was all set off by MBA. Y'know, I really didn't think I'd care that much. I mean, I updated when necessary, or when I was bugged enough, but other than that, I didn't really do a lot for MBA. Most of my decisions were made, despite resistance and a general feeling of not having a say in the matter.
Whoa, it's like when I was an admin for TFN!
...Anyways.
Basically, I have no idea what I'm typing anymore. In about 2 months or so, it'll have been 2 years since my brother died, and I'm probably going to drink myself into a stupor that day.
There, change of pace, music-wise.
Okay, moving back to MBA, I'm basically really pissed off in general over the condition that I left it in, but I don't care. I chose to abandon it, and hopefully, it's being fixed.
Not my problem anymore.
I don't know. I could continue writing on, but I'm starting to bore myself. If anyone has actually bothered to read this far, I feel kind of sorry for you, because this was just basically me complaining about my life.
Emo, crawling, slit wrists, etc.
Climb up a tree and die.
Until next time.
...I think.
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