I believe I mentioned in the Corrupt Dictator thread that GPT is going to be forced to live year round in a Big Brother house with these shithead "friends" of his. Imagine the ratings!

ok hear are MY lame problems.  In my state at least, you need drivers ed. before you can get your junior oporators lisence.  but my dumb school doesn't let sophmors take drivers ed.  I could pay for it privetly, but it costs like 500 dollers and I live in a rural area so I can't get a job to pay for it without a car. AAAHHHRRRGGGG!!!!

also there is this freind of mine who chased me down the hallway DEMANDING that I give her more of my jelly donut.  I gave her ,like, a third already!  Then she asks me for a doller.  Of course I give it to her.  I'm such a mench.

I'll pay you to throw them at GPT.

 

Originally posted by kiffan:
ok hear are MY lame problems.  In my state at least, you need drivers ed. before you can get your junior oporators lisence.  but my dumb school doesn't let sophmors take drivers ed.    I could pay for it privetly, but it costs like 500 dollers and I live in a rural area so I can't get a job to pay for it without a car. AAAHHHRRRGGGG!!!!

So what? I haven't taken Driver's Ed yet and I'm going on 18. Why do you want to drive so badly anyway? Do you enjoy taking part in speeding up the energy crisis? Seriously.

 

also there is this freind of mine who chased me down the hallway DEMANDING that I give her more of my jelly donut.  I gave her ,like, a third already!  Then she asks me for a doller.  Of course I give it to her.  I'm such a mench.

Ooh, a jelly donut. Because that's a real precious commodity right? Lame.

Come back when you have real problems.

Ok,here is my stupid problem. I suppose it could go in the school thread,but you'll have to deal with it:
I'm supposed to go to Saturday school again, and I didn't even do anything bad (three tardies isn't that bad right?). The only reason they send people to Saturday school is to get more money, for each kid in there they get like thirty dollars or something. And when I went to the office there was like twelve kids lined up to get permission slips, last time I went there was only four of us. It lasts for five hours, hours I could use for sleeping. Well, at least I won't be lonely...

Lampy, I have a suggestion:

Shooting range.

Seriously, do something to get that anger out.  Normally I'd recommend sex, but in your state you might hurt someone.

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Since we're planning on taking over by corruption and force eventually anyway, you might as well support us so you don't get defenestrated when we do.

Compared to Lampy's, my rant is nothing, but anyhow.

I got Halo 2 the other day. I got to level 10 out of fourteen in 2 days. I went to the mall, got Xbox live. I found out I needed an ethernet cable, I bought one. So far, I'm out 49 bucks. But I'm keeping positive, because, in a few minutes, I will being playing Liv... the fuck? Connection not found. Oh, it has to plugged in from a 7 ft cord to a router 40 feet away. Good for you, you goodmned fucks, for telling me that in the first place. Even worse, it deleted part of my save file, so now I have to beat two fucking levels again, thanks bitches, I hate you.

You ungrateful shitsucking bastards. I slave and I sweat over animated .gif files containing subtle subliminal messages, and still you vote for some other cockface to rule the world.

Gah. I take the time to craft beautiful policies that will benefit mankind for my eventual rise to the top, and still you fucking click on the name of some pisslicking arsetarded jerk who wouldn't know power if somebody rammed it up his rear.

I post things of THIS CALIBRE, and THIS MAGNIFICENCE and still you don't leap out of your seats at the opportunity to grant me power.

I team up with these magnificent bastards

and still you deny me.

Go to hell, all of you. Even the ones I'm not mad at, 'cause they voted for me. Just go to hell!

Most of you are headed there anyway...

Goddamn signatures. I'm getting sick of seeing half a page of Juliet's or RavenStar's signatures every time I enter a thread.

Right now, I hate how everyone at my work, they seem to think you are bothering them when they fuck up on something. I requested direct deposit (the money goes straight to my bank account) for my paycheck, like 4 months ago, and they still haven't got that done for me. It's one simple request, and they still can't get it right. So, I'm stuck with a pay card that whenever you use it, it adds a fee, which means I'm losing money. Well, at least busy season is starting to die down...

Now that's a signature everybody can enjoy...

::sobs:: My entire apartment has lice! I feel so infected! I'm itchy and unhappy!

::sobs harder:: What insurance?

Just a realy litte rant:

I hate this shitty company that calles themselves German Telecom....
This ISP just crapped out again in the middle of the chat with our upcoming overlord Nasty Pasty.   

I don't care if it's a double post.

Throughout life we are brought up with the notion that we shouldn't let other people's opinions affect our lives, but should only come up with our own. Well, how the hell are we supposed to come up with opinions of ourselves if we don't listen to what other people say? I'm pretty much against this notion. I feel like if you have an opinion of yourself, something's not right. People who have good opinions of themselves have egos, and everyone with a bad opinion of themselves is a little suicidal goth asshole. No more. People should wander around completely neutral. Some may say "Hey, if we don't set goals for ourselves or form opinions, how are we supposed to get anywhere?" Well here's the thing. You DON'T get anywhere. When you die, you're just going to be sitting in a big plotch of dirt with thousands of other dead no-name assholes who had no opportunity to make names of themselves. They went out and got boring jobs of various pay and spent their lives collection possessions that are of no value to anyone or anything else. "This was my favorite couch as a kid"...WELL I THINK IT SMELLS LIKE YOUR DIRTY ASS. All the fibers are stained with your naps and burnt out cigarette ash and all kinds of shit I can't even comprehend. I guess you thought you could redeem yourself for all the times you yelled at me by buying a little ice cream thing that I'll forget I had within the hour. Wrong. I hate possessions. I hate money. I hate feelings towards either. People shouldn't have feelings. There's no point in having anything if you're just going to die. I'd like to just give away all my stuff and hope my school and parents kick me out. I'll go up to Providence and sit in some garbage infested alley under a rainstorm and stare at the wall until some guy stabs me or I die from hypothermia or some other such garbage. Some cat will crawl up to me, and when I go to pet it, I will contract rabies from it. My eyes will foam out and my bony hands will grow to epic proportions until they explode. Yeah, I'd be surprised if I didn't have arthritis by the time I turned 21. Too much computer. Too much guitar. Too much knuckle cracking. The worst part of the alley is that people will walk through it. I came to this alley to get away from all human life and here you are staring at me. Go away. But first, give me your lunch money. Your sweet delicious, precious lunch money. I'll just dump it in the sewer when you go. I don't want possessions, but I don't want you to have any either. This is my house. My house with no roof. I have a chocolate tooth. I'm ugly. The sight of my penis would make a woman cry. I want to swear really loudly and throw things at other things. Like if I picked up that cat that gave me rabies and threw it at a glass window. Watching the glass shatter makes me feel like a better person. Better than the cheesiest of cheese. Dripping like a waterfall onto my head until I explode from heart failure and then my blood seeps into someone's drinking water and I make a 7-year old kid just as hateful as I am today. The cycle continues. Lather, rinse, repeat. You heard me. Chalk it all up to anger.

Lampy... you're silly. Just kill yourself now and save yourself the trouble, or decide to at least make a comfortable life for yourself. Either is better than bitching about "society" while starving in an alley someplace.

I think the boy was on the verge of a great epiphany...

Actually to some extent I gotta agree with him in the what's the point department.  But then again, is that not what life is?  A journey to search for ultimate meaning and purpose.  I just hope the journey is not in vain.

Lampy.. write a book.. go totally insane... cut your ear off...

i'd buy it... you also need to get out of there and see the world..
There is more to life than cannibalizing your own thoughts... Though, because you see all the pit-traps people fall into... you can make something of yourself... always remembering where you came from and not being blinded by the pretty lights and money that make people do the evil things they do..

never lose your clarity...

ahh to be young and trying to figure the world out.. i love ya kiddo....

Lampy for president.....

You can sit there and question your existence all you want..
we're all going to be compressed into a singularity in the end anyway.. the universe has already started contracting hasn't it? Galaxies are already crashing into eachother as we speak.. you can turn your brain inside out with the quantum mechanics of the universe...

you gotta do what's best for yourself because you're the one living your life... no one else is going to do anything for you...

well..unless you're rich..and your dad has connections and he pushes you into some company where you make heaps of cash and you can do what you want..

but that's not the point!...

ugh...i aint no preacher... damn you winna...

...that's if you believe in the universe