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Post by brassgirl1023 on Aug 8, 2008 0:58:20 GMT -5
That sucks... I've never been grounded. Jk. I have been a lot. Just luckily haven't been grounded for the baddest things i've done, heh heh.
My vent; i'm stuck in Sacramento. Not a very exciting place.
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Post by bariclaribob on Aug 8, 2008 10:33:02 GMT -5
Mild Vent:
I went to one of my best friends' (Janine) birthday party last night. She didn't tell me when she invited me, but I had suspected that her boyfriend would be there, which he was. Fine. He's an okay guy. But then Janine invited a girl from guard and her boyfriend, who Janine only became friends with b/c she stopped hanging out with me and our other best friend when she got a boyfriend. Fine. I like the guard girl, and her boyfriend is all right. Plus, besides me and the couples, there were two other girls. But those two girls had to leave early. Pretty soon, it's just Janineandherboyfriend, guardgirlandherboyfriend, and me. We put on a movie, and I don't know why, but I thought I was going mad. I'm sitting there on one end of the couch. Janineandherboyfriend are snuggling on the other end. Guardgirlandherboyfriend are snuggling on the chair. Every once in a while, Janine would poke me and smile to include me. I appreciate that my best friend hasn't given up on her friends for her boyfriend, but eventually, it got to me. So much love and goo and mush. I grabbed a pillow and put up a barrier between Me and Them (reason: I was cold).
It was otherwise a fun party, and I was all smiles the whole time for my best friend's sweet 16. But I just don't know. She's got a boyfriend. My guard friend has a boyfriend. One of my sax friends has a strong interest in some guy. One of my flute friends is just getting over her boyfriend, and my other one just got one. Another of my sax friends is working on making the change from friend to more than friends with one of her guy friends. My other best friend is thankfully not actively seeking a boyfriend.
It's madness. Or am I the mad one? This past school year/marching season, I didn't like anyone, a first in 3 years. And it felt glorious. But it feels like that unless I'm clinging to some guy or trying to snag one, I'm out of it. My friends and I are drifting. Stupid boyfriends. I know it's not fair of me to think like this, but I'll never say anything to my friends about this. I should come to terms with the fact that high schoolers date. It's just that it seems like one minute, single girl friend fun, and the next, group dating. Oh yeah. And me.
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Post by brassgirl1023 on Aug 8, 2008 21:51:09 GMT -5
^i feel that. i broke up with a boyfriend some weeks ago and now whenever i go places with my friend and this one guy, they're always freaking snuggling and stuff. And they're not even dating. Bugs the crap out of me, since it's us three, but then not really, cause as you said, 'those two... and me'. ugh
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Post by Greenepony on Aug 12, 2008 19:59:36 GMT -5
^Ugh, I've seen both sides of that problem. Neither is particularly pleasant. My friends and I realized how important it was to just spend time with friends, and how awkward it was to be the third wheel (my friends were saints to put up with me back then.) Eventually the singling out the single one goes away as it evens out.
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Post by Duel of the Flutes on Aug 25, 2008 20:24:44 GMT -5
I'm about to shoot my parents right now. It seems like every day they crack down harder on me than the day before, and there's pretty much nothing I can do, either. They are driving me crazy. So much, in fact, that I'm seriously considering pulling some strings so I can graduate in Jan. instead of May. Hah, my mom's like "don't rush high school". Hmm, good idea, mom, since I'm pretty much hating it, and it's only going to get worse.
What to do, what to do... :/
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Post by NinjaBaker on Aug 26, 2008 10:31:19 GMT -5
^ poor you Duel...
GAHHH!!! I got the most amazing tan from band camp, and then it turned into an awful burn and I couldn't sleep well for days. AND NOW IT'S PEELING. and all itchy. and gross... Large sheets of skin keep peeling off, and it looks so unattractive. Especially since I have patches of tan, patches of untanned skin, and patches of peeled skin. ><
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Post by Greenepony on Aug 26, 2008 19:27:07 GMT -5
Okay so we have limited visitation hours in my hall, my roommate knows this. On a Tuesday evening guess who shows up?! My roommate with a boy in tow! Grrr. Not like I can just say "You know, he can't be here. He needs to leave." Well I could but that would totally ruin things for the rest of the semester. What makes so much better is he tries to be all friendly and chat me up about my "Spirit" poster.
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Post by NinjaBaker on Aug 26, 2008 20:13:27 GMT -5
Okay so we have limited visitation hours in my hall, my roommate knows this. On a Tuesday evening guess who shows up?! My roommate with a boy in tow! Grrr. Not like I can just say "You know, he can't be here. He needs to leave." Well I could but that would totally ruin things for the rest of the semester. What makes so much better is he tries to be all friendly and chat me up about my "Spirit" poster. Oh man, that ain't nothing. My roommate asked if when her boyfriend comes down for the weekend in a couple weeks, if he can spend the night in the dorm room. I can't just come straight out say, heck no. but it needs to be said. it irks me that she even thought about it, and irks me even more that she asked me. people aren't allowed (technically) to have people of the opposite sex spend the night in their room...obviously.
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Post by Greenepony on Aug 26, 2008 20:50:44 GMT -5
The thing is with the limited visitation girls feel the okay running from their room (sometimes down two halls) in their towels after their shower. A boy kind of throws a wrench in the whole situation. By limited visitation is that males are only allowed on our floor between 1-6 on the weekends. I rather like it, if you have such a pressing need to be with a guy any other time you can do it elsewhere. Preferably out of the public eye.
That being said, if my roomie (either) asked that my jaw would have dropped and I probably would have slipped into my 'mommy' voice.
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Post by Flutist Kes on Aug 27, 2008 21:56:32 GMT -5
I'm about to shoot my parents right now. It seems like every day they crack down harder on me than the day before, and there's pretty much nothing I can do, either. They are driving me crazy. So much, in fact, that I'm seriously considering pulling some strings so I can graduate in Jan. instead of May. Hah, my mom's like "don't rush high school". Hmm, good idea, mom, since I'm pretty much hating it, and it's only going to get worse. What to do, what to do... :/ Um, well, first of all, don't drop out. I'm curious to know if you could actually do that. Goodness knows I could have graduated after Junior year except for my physics requirement. And I'm dead sure you still have a year of English, so the counselors may frown a bit on that. Plus the last half of senior year is the freaking funest time. Your college stuff is mostly done, teachers aren't really worried about teaching any more, there's prom, activities, random graduation parties or other parties... And I know you're gonna hate me for this now, but it really is your "last time" kind of thing. And even if you totally hate it, it's something you can never experience again.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2008 22:46:51 GMT -5
NinjaBaker, from a totally detached standpoint, you could try asking if it's okay for your girlfriend to stay overnight...I mean, it's a totally reasonable thing to ask.
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Post by NinjaBaker on Aug 30, 2008 16:51:59 GMT -5
This is true. I could. The sad thing is that the university (well, really only freshmen dorms) only has rules against opposite sexes spending the night. They say nothing about same gender. So by that reasoning, I can spend the night in any girl's room I want, but not in my gay guy friend's room. Reasoning seems flawed, but I guess I shouldn't complain?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2008 22:59:57 GMT -5
^Believe me, if gay guys get "rights" that straight guys don't, your gay population explodes. 90% of college guys would have no problem "outing" themselves in order to get to stay with girls...the same guys who freak if they are placed with a gay roommate. Like my father once said, "all the draft would do is ensure we have a whole generation of gay males."
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Post by bariclaribob on Sept 1, 2008 16:28:19 GMT -5
Apologies, but I'm pretty much interrupting the college dorm issue.
I'm pretty upset right now.
My grandparents aren't in the best of health right now. Mentally? Never been sharper. But they can't manage the stairs, they've got arthritis, grandpa's got beginning Parkinson's.... So their kids convinced them to enter assisted living, against their better judgement. They really just need a one-level, maybe a town house with lawn service and sidewalk shoveling. But no. My dad and his siblings DECIDED that it's time for them to move into assisted living. It's not what they want, but they've accepted their DECISION. Thing is, none of their kids are doing a dang thing. They've argued. That's it. Over who gets the map, the couch, the portrait... it's maddening. But as my dad so smugly points out (or so it seems to powerless me), this has nothing to do with me. I'm just a grandkid. This is an issue for the kids. [/sarcasm]
Well, the thing is, my grandparents have accumulated a lot of possessions over their 80+ years, 36 of which they've lived in their current house. Their new "apartment" is tiny by comparison. Solution: grandma needs help sorting out her stuff to give away/donate/sell/store. But no. The KIDS who DECIDED their parents futures aren't doing squat. They hired out some old crones to do an estate sale for grandma. They've underpriced her goods and are overcharging their services, considering they are old "friends" of my grandparents. But no one will listen to me. I'd gladly help them sort/box/whatever their stuff. I'd move them into their new place by myself. But I'm just a grandkid, which I recently discovered must mean that I don't care.
I understand this is stressful, hard, a big deal. I understand it's a lot of work and DECISION-MAKING for the kids. But I want to help. It's probably not my business, but it's a heck of a lot more my business than my uncle, who hasn't spoken to them for 20 years up till recently, never visits, and lives halfway across the country. Or my other uncle, who lives in TX and calls once a week. Or my aunt, who hates her father. It's irritating. I've done so much. My dad and sisters and I go out there every fall to rake their woods-backyard. At every family gathering, do we sit in the dining room with the aunts/uncles/cousins/other lazy relatives? NO. We cook, prepare, clean, set tables, etc... heck, and my cousins wedding, I somehow ended up greeting at the reception while the mother-of-the-bride ate breakfast! I think I deserve at least something in this. Not as in money/possessions. I want to help. I want to help. It's killing me to see my grandparents taken advantage of by their friends and kids, and I can't do a da*n thing about it.
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Post by sousalover on Sept 1, 2008 17:11:14 GMT -5
my days of venting are basicaly over but the one couple things i do have to vent about are 1) stupid people that come into cracker barrell and 2) people that diss or hurt my friends.
just wanted to say that
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