Quiet for a reason.

One of my biggest annoyances I have with people at college is the inability to lower the volume of their music down while in a place of obvious quiet. We here have a room call the Tranquility Room, and I guess that would be a signal for someone to come in with music blazing through their earphones. I feel like a grandpa typing this, but when I want quiet time and people are loud, I get a bit peeved.

The worst of it isn't the people blaring music or annoying youtube videos, it's the people just being loud in general. You'd think the students would be the offenders in this case, but it's more like the teachers. The same ones who shush you when they don't have their friends around are more than willing to laugh as annoying as possible without regard.

I'll stop complaining, because I have been one of those loud people on numerous occasions.

Facebook, you are terrible.

Facebook is a worthless pile of a web page. These buttons are stupid.

Poke?

Why the fuck are you poking me?

With what? A stick? A dick? Is it sexual? Is it suppose to insult me?

It makes you think who thought that would be a good idea, and even more so, what people think it's a good idea to implement such a tactic towards others without knowing exactly what it means. And lets not get started on Superpoking.


I love to wear old hats, if you get my drift.

It's like I'm really looking at the night!

I hate dark clouds. They mess up everything.Enjoying that beautiful day? Not with these asshats rolling into town.


In a good mood? Ruined.

Want to play golf? Can't.

Like the sun? You won't even know what that is after they block it out.

And, most importantly, did you want to play video games uninterrupted? Haha, better hope that you don't get your system fried from a lightning strike, or a sudden power outage when it says "Don't turn off power". Just that sheer fear keeps me from popping in a RPG because I know this dance:

Walking about, all amble and such, then BAM, power out. Doesn't matter that you just fought a huge boss and now are sitting through cutscene or text flooding.

Too bad!

I wish the government took more steps with cloud genocide.

Crunch-atize me, captain.

Provided you won't go to jail for it!

Nearing the end of my final semester at a community college, the work is piled in astromical amounts. Unforeseen because of unarned status (and part of it due to the fact that my teachers forgot to teach up until now), I am now in the grasp of stress. The only thing keeping my sanity is my girlfriend's constant reminder to me to play more video games and relax (love you, dear!), griefing, and the occational serious round of something.

I can't wait to follow the same suit into a different, progressively harder college next semester. I can thankfully draw enjoyment: it marks the leave of my homestead.

Thank. Fucking. God.