Right, rant mode on.

I am sick of my fucking life. I'm sick of getting up at 6 and being unable to shower because we washed the dog last night and the bath is caked with the assorted shit dogs get covered in.

I'm sick of going out, running down a fucking 40% gradient hill to catch a bus full of 12 year olds who yell, scream and on hot days order you to SHUT THE FUCKING WINDOW because they feel a little chilly.

I'm sick of getting into school and being given an ear-beating because, goddammit, I have to ASK before I log on to the fucking school network which my parents taxes have paid for. I'm sick of being given no goddamn reason as to why I have to ask, because all the while I was actually on the fucking computer I could turn around and see some guy (WHO DIDN'T ASK because he doesn't have to) playing fucking games and doing NO WORK WHATSOEVER. Incidentally, I'm also sick of the schools fucking Win2K network, which fucks up, which refuses to let you do anything, which in one memorable incident decided to randomly occupy a 50%+ slice of my home directory (or should I say "profile folder") for no fucking reason? WOULD IT HURT for the IT department to set up one frickin' computer running Linux and KDE!? I've seen the school techs running it all the time on their spiffy new laptops (which they use, while the plebs get a broken printer and a slow network full of problems and Start Menu entries that point nowhere and a broken Word installation which asks me if I want to save my normal.dot file in myriad locations NO I FECKING DON'T) so why the hell can't we have it!? I'm sick of being told I'm not fucking clever enough by random people in my year to join the school computer club, where they ponce around talking about network layout-something I finished thinking about two years ago because I know enough about it to get by-and "advanced Microsoft Access". I'm sick of being told I can't go into a classroom which is earmarked for MY CLASS to go into at lunchtimes because if we did, we "wouldn't be supervised", because obviously all the pupils just want to ransack the fucking classroom and not, like, just read The Independent and TALK! No, all we set out to do if ransack this horrible, dirty, smelly (at least it has a roof and four walls) classroom!

And then when that's all finished at 3:45, oh boy do I have a fun time! Have plenty to be sick of here, like the bus company which, in its infinite wisdom today decided to put a late single decker bus on a route normally served by a double decker, meaning that everybody was crammed together in a small space while some fucking woman decided she needed all of two seats to sit on and so decided to sit at the hallway end of one, meaning that noone could fucking sit down, selfish bitch! So I'm stuck on a fucking packed bus, and then suddenly, rounding the corner like some yellow and green metal horse of the apocalypse, comes the late double decker bus, RIGHT behind the single decker, RIGHT where I can see it, RIGHT in front of my eyes taunting me. And when all the annoying, yappy dog-esque kids get off, I'm stuck on a now less crowded bus with some girl opposite me who I KNOW-not just suspect, fucking KNOW, because I saw it out of the corner of my eye-KNOW, was looking at me. Jesus fucking christ, if you want to fucking look at me then you could at least fucking talk to me!!! And then, after getting off the bus full of kids and lazy eyed fit girls, I have to go back up the fucking 40% gradient hill, back into my house where my annoying yappy brother will probably accuse me of being a gay cunt before rightfully fucking off. And apparently I can't download anything overnight anymore because he's shoved his fucking bed RIGHT UP TO MY WALL so apparently he's woken by the fans on the computer, despite me being completely unable to hear them from the same location myself! Goddammit, WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO FUCKING LIE!!! And then, after all of that, I go to bed and wake up the following morning and do it all again. Halle-fucking-lujah! And then I have all of the lovely happy thoughts that someone I really like (in that way) and respect thinks I'm an arse for reasons which I have yet to find out! Yippee yay!

Well, there you go. My pissed off life, detailed in excruciating depth for your downvoting pleasure. And that means I burn even more XP! YAY! Make my day! Downvote me! Downvote my actual thoughts and feelings (no matter how obscene, pointless or pissed off) and go worship Butterfinger McFlurry! Wooooo hoo....

Sorry. Had to get all that off my chest.