Ranting and Raving

Rhiannon's Rants... OR... Rants of Rhiannon.

1-20-03 (5:13am) - Ok, so here's something else that totally sucks. I'm stuck at home this semester. And last semester, too. Last semester it was my parents' fault. They were having some issues with their taxes or something, and so I never got to fill out my FAFSA, and so I couldn't get any financial aid. Which wasn't a problem, at first, because my parents were making the payments for school. Barely, and often late, but they were making them. But then my dad got laid off for awhile, because of the steel mills closing and stuff, and so suddenly they developed bad credit. So now, I couldn't even get a loan! So that sucked, and I was angry with them, and I stayed home and worked at Dairy Queen, and dated that guy that I talk about in the next rant that turned out to be a big jerk. Things were good, for awhile. I had a promise to go back the next semester, and maybe to still study abroad in Australia, if possible. It turned out to not be possible, but I was still supposed to go back to school. We got the FAFSA filled out, but then the stupid FAFSA people kept sending it back for corrections, even though it was all correct. Finally, they got the hint, but by the time THAT was all worked out, the financial aid office at school was closed for winter, and they weren't opening again in time for me to get a loan. So, I figured, I'll just sign up for a dorm room, and then get a loan after I get back, and just pay the late fee. Good plan, I thought. But no. I get this letter from school saying, "Hey, if we don't get your payment before you get here, you don't GET a dorm room!" And so, I hate school, and I'm stuck at home, and I'm really angry and bitter about it. Grr.

1-20-03 (5:06am) - Ok, really now. How much does it suck to be left for another guy!? So, I was dating this guy for like, a month, and things were ok. He didn't call a lot, but we worked close to each other, so I saw him a lot, and he was really sweet in the beginning. But as I started to get to know him, I realized he had a lot of issues he needed to work through. Like getting over his ex-girlfriend from four years ago that left him for drugs. Ok, you need to get over that, buddy. It was four years ago. I don't mean you shouldn't ever feel sad about it when you think about it, but you really need to stop letting it prey on your mind every five minutes. So, that was pretty annoying... after awhile, every time we talked, he brought HER into the conversation. Ok, whatever. So, I thought this relationship had potential. We weren't serious yet, and he had a couple of those little issues, but I thought it might be able to be worked through. Also, he had no friends. Probably because all he ever talks about is his ex-girlfriend. Right. So, one day, out of nowhere, he becomes best friends with none other than... you guessed it... HIS WAITER AT BAKER'S SQUARE!!! So, suddenly he no longer had time for me, because his waiter-friend took up any free time he did have. I think they might have been lovers, but not necessarily. So, after that, his waiter friend gets this HUGE CRUSH on my dear friend Amber, and me, not realizing he's a CRAZY PSYCHO, gives him her number. He calls, asks her out, she says no. All done. Right? But NO, it was NOT all done! He kept calling ME and calling me and calling me, asking me why Amber won't go out with him, and all kind of other crazy psycho questions. So, I'm like, "I can't change her mind, dude. Get over it." So he asks ME out! After I was just dating his ONLY FRIEND! He kept calling me for like, months. And then they guy I was dating stopped calling me forever. So what's up with that?
I don't really have a good ending for this rant. But I mean... really... what's UP with that?

5-22-01 (12:51pm) - On the grounds that we aren't going to trek to the candy store until after the potatoage is underway, I now have time to rant. Ok. Here we go: Breakfast foods. Why are there so few of them? You like to THINK there's a lot, and sure, there's a lot of different kinds of cereal, and a lot of different fruit to have with your pancakes, but in reality, there just isn't enough breakfast food. Especially when I wake up and go to eat some, but I don't feel like pancakes or waffles or cereal or toast or oatmeal, and I just had eggs and sausage the other day, which I couldn't make anyways. I miss french toast. Maybe I should try to remember how to make it. But then that requires EFFORT, which I don't want to put into it. I guess what I mean is that there isn't enough INSTANT breakfast food. And I guess that the way I don't wake up until 11 allows me to eat lunch and skip breakfast, but that would throw the whole day off, and I would be... dis... dis... the whole damn day would be dissonant, or some other word that starts with "dis" and means "not right." Yeah, THAT'S right. That's freaking RIGHT! I guess I'm done now. I ought to get ready to appear in public now, seeing as how I'll be doing that soon.

5-22-01 (12:16pm) - Note to self: Come back later and write a rant about breakfast food. You just don't have the time right now.

4-29-01 (1:08pm) - I'm beginning to come to terms with the fact that I am going to be rejected several times in my college life. So far, the score is like 3-0, in favor of rejection. Ok, so acceptance just isn't as talented as rejection. I can understand that. Stef understands that too. But you know how in Pokemon, all the people can have the same creature, and some are better than others, even though they're the same? Like, there are a million nazi pikachus, but some could beat up the other ones? Some people have an acceptance like that. They have this acceptance that kicks rejection's ass on a daily basis. Why is that? Why doesn't my acceptance do that? Isn't there some training school that I can take acceptance to, so he can build up his defenses or something? How did all the other acceptances get so good? Come on, SOMEBODY SHARE THE SECRET WITH ME! Rejection is starting to get tired of kicking acceptance's ass so much. It's no challenge anymore. Rejection is probably going to quit on me, if I can't provide him with a little acceptance to balance things out. Where would I be if acceptance and rejection BOTH left me? I would be sitting in a little rain puddle, crying my sad little eyes out, watching all the people walk by, just CHOCK FULL of acceptance and rejection. But people get greedy, and don't want to share. Ok, I have totally stopped making sense, so I think I'm just going to leave this rant at that.

4-16-01 (1:54PM) - You know what I hate about guestbooks? They suck when they're not working right. Really, they do. Also, survey suck when they aren't sending properly. If I cared enough to make the effort, I could probably find a better way to submit the answers, but for now, you all can just e-mail them to me. That's actually easier on me. I don't care how much effort you have to put into it, I really don't. I have some really good results now, because I've realized that every single person I know is absolutely INSANE, but I'd really like to be able to put a lot more up there. That would be nice. So if you haven't already taken the survey, please do so. Anyways, back to what I was saying about guestbooks. So. Not only does my guestbook tend to get extremely annoying, because it doesn't want to let me see it or let other people write in it, at times, but it also... ok, it doesn't do anything else. The point I wanted to get at, though, was that some guestbooks like to cut off answers. Why does that bother me? Because I was filling out Bob's guestbook, and I was deep into this complaint about how the Bell Tower at Ball State has been under construction since I got here, and it's not finished, and it's never going to be finished, and they should just give up, but since Bob's guestbook cut me off, you can't even see the complaint. Which, I guess is nice for everyone else, but it makes me not happy. Ignore any typos... I was trying to type while at the same time staring out my window at the passing guys that I have no chance with...

4-15-01 (1:43PM) - I intend to make full use of this page, in case you haven't noticed, by the way I'm averaging 2 rants per day, starting late last night. Anyways, this time I want to complain about getting ready. Like, in the morning, when you get ready for the rest of the day. (Or in the afternoon...) Why does it take so long?? You know? You have to get all your shower things together, go take a shower, bring all your shower things back, get dressed, put on makeup, do your hair, and eat. It takes me a good hour and a half to get ready for the day, sometimes. And is it really even worth it if I don't wake up until 12:30? I'm starting to think the answer is no. From now on, whenever I wake up later than noon, I'm just going to sit around like a skank all day. Not really. I would feel too dirty. But it would be nice. And what about guys? It doesn't take most of them more than like 15 minutes. Guys suck. Message to all the guys out there: try dealing with ovulation when you're getting ready in the morning! Try dealing with PMS! Yeah, that's what I thought.

4-15-01 (12:51PM) - If anyone knows the real, biological answer to this question, please feel free to let me in on it. The question is this: Why do birds start chriping at 4:30 in the morning, but stop by noon. The sun isn't up yet at 4:30, so what are they doing? And the sun hasn't set by noon, so... why? Why little birds, why? My personal fun theory is that they think people who stay up that late shouldn't be allowed to sleep, but once they fall asleep, then oh well, let them go. My question to the birds is this: What about the people who have to work weird shifts to make a living, huh? What about them? Are you gonna keep them up for hours, too? Real cool, birds, real cool.
I think that is officially the dumbest rant in the world.  We'll just call that one a rave.
4-15-01 (3:33AM) - This isn't really a rant. I just wanted to add a second little thing, so that I could add my little separator bar thingy. That way it's easier to remember what I wanted the format to be. Seeing as how it's probably going to be a good 2 years until I ever actually get around to doing anything to this page, I figured it would be easier if I already had the separator in, and stuff like that. You know what I mean? Yeah, you do. I guess I could babble about my fish for a little while. I have problems with fish. If you go to my page about Buddy and the crime fighting/committing trio, which I THINK you can find here, but I don't feel like double checking right now, then you'll see that buddy died. Then, if you go to the kwotes page, (which, again, I don't feel like double checking right now) and you read all those little messages that show up if you leave your mouse on top of the ruby's path, you'll see that I then got a new fish that looked like Hitler. However, Hitler died. As did the several other fish I'd had, named Jamie (for Jamie Kennedy), Something related to Val Kilmer, but I don't remember exactly what it was, and Kenny (from South Park. He was just doomed to begin with). They all died. I totally was thinking I could not keep fish alive. So it was a bittersweet occasion when I got my goldfish (named Dublin, thanks to Kristen) at the beginning of this semseter, as a reward for having a 3.5 GPA. Now, I immediately got worried, since at this point, he was living in a jar and had no food. A couple days later, after I finally had time to take a bus to Wal-Mart, I bought a 2 gallon fish tank. Then I got worried that Dublin would die of lonliness, as fish have been known to do. So I went back to Wal-Mart, which was having a fish-clearance sale, and bought two neons, for 50 cents each. Nifty. They were very small, so they could keep Dublin company, and not die of overcrowding, which is another common fish death. So, Amber helped me to name one of them Spunkmeyer, and Dave named the third fish Spiggles. At first, Spunkmeyer didn't seem to be doing so well. He'd started out transparent (which is normal) with an orange stripe. But he started to get cloudy as time went on. Also, it was hard to get the neons to eat, since Dublin is a giant pig. After awhile, I decided they were all going to live. Then I had to leave for spring break. I got them some dissolving food, and it was gone when I came back, but Spiggles was seriously ill, and refused to touch his food. One day I woke up, and Spiggles had passed on. That was very traumatic for me, seeing as how I'd never taken care of a dead fish before. Dead things freak me out. When the previous fish had died, I'd made my mom get them out, and I would refuse to go into my bedroom until she did so. Here, I was all alone. Anyways, I got over that, and Spunkmeyer (who has since learned to get his food before Dublin can eat it all) and Dublin are doing well. Let's have a moment of silence for fish that went before. I know I'll often stop and think about them... but in my life... I've loved you more.
That wasn't so much a rant as it was me telling part of my life story...
Rhiannon's First Rant: 4-15-01 (3:25AM) - (Taken from the beginnings of the "Survey Results" page.)
Ok, keep checking back for new fun updates. If you couldn't tell, my fun new phrases are "just for kicks" and adding the word "fun" to everything. And also "happy" and "not happy." Like, if you were to tell me that you just bought the cutest most adorable puppy, I would go, "That's happy!" But if you were to tell me that you ran over a squirrel earlier, I would say, "That's not happy." Well, I don't say that EVERY time, so don't be surprised if one day you say, "I got a puppy!" and I say, "Fun!" I'm not restriced to just that one phrase or anything. I think this is going to be moved to the rant page, and then deleted once I put some results up. Yeah. So go see my rant page.