Rant Blog!

Why, hello there boys and girls. Today I am feeling: bitter.

First of all, I am pissed off that I have not been able to sleep. Sunday night, I got a total of 30 minutes of honesttogod sleep. Last night, I considered my night to be a good one - I got about five or six hours, only woke up three or four times, and only had two nightmares. I'm sorry, world, but I don't know when I started to suck at sleeping. Last time I checked, I was one of the best sleepers in the business! I would sleep for great lengths, dreaming of beautiful things and only waking up once: when I was supposed to! If I find out the someone has been performing satanic rituals to knock off my sleeping patterns, I will destroy them and everything they love. For real, this time.

Secondly, I am feeling pretty bitter about the public education system. How could they have raised such ignorant, biggoted individuals?! I'm sorry, but poverty usually isn't a choice people make. Not everyone has an equal opportunity. The next time I hear someone use "poor" and "lazy" in the same sentence, bad things will come to them. Also, I don't know if you dear children got the memo, but there is not master race. I am so incredibly frustrated that the people I have been in school with for twelve years have turned into such racist, classist, and ignorant people. Emphasis on ignorant. It's like they don't even realize that they sound like completely idiotic assholes. I realize that this is probably because they have lived pretty cushy, comfortable lives and can't really see outside of themselves yet, but good god!

Oh, and my personal favorite is a select few people who call themselves Christians. "Hey, man, love your neighbor...unless they are homosexual, have had an abortion, don't believe in the same things as you, or have children out of wedlock." Ummm, excuse me little darlings, but Jesus really meant it when he said love your neighbor. There is no exception to this rule. You don't have to agree with what people do or what people believe, but you should always respect them, even if they're really, really annoying...like you guys! Treat people the way you would like to be treated. I am following that golden rule right now, because, see, I'd like people to tell me when I say things that are incredibly stupid and make me come off as a hypocrite. IMPORTANT: I am not grouping all Christians into this category. I am talking about a select few that I have met. And you guys are kinda giving Christianity a bad rap, so chiiiiillll out!

I guess, to be honest, I'm just really disappointed with my country in general these days. I'm extremely happy that we have such a wonderful leader and excited to see what he does to change us for the better. But where the hell are we?! And what the hell are we doing?! If we're in Iraq to help them out, like we claim, then why are we not in Darfur where hundreds of thousands of people have be brutally murdered?! EH? EH?! Seriously, government war dudes, I would not be quite as upset about this if you would just admit that we invaded Iraq for oil. It certainly was not to get Suddam out of power (even though that WAS good things) because we had known what was going on with that dude for awhile! And we not only let it happen, we supported Suddam. He was our good, good buddyfriend.

And, finally, I've gotta mention boys, because I am a teenage girl. I think about 98% of you suck. Instead of doing the average boy thing and whining about it and arguing with me, prove me wrong. Because I have yet to meet a guy that proves my man theories incorrect (I will publish my man theories at a later date for they are still being collected). Guys, suck it up and be awesome, okay?

Aaaaaaand! Can't forget teenage girls! Again, I think about a lot of them suck. They are generally self-centered. And care about the dumbest things. I've got a newflash for you: IT'S OKAY TO BE ALONE. Boys are not your whole world. Even without boyfriend, you are still loved and still a whole person. Another newsflash: The world will not end when you are rejected or when you break your cellphone. I know that sounds like crazy talk, but take a deep breath, and tomorrow it will be all better AND you'll have something new to whine about.

Oookay. I think I am done complaining now. I love everyone reading this, probably. And I hope you got some enjoyment out of it, because it sure as hell felt good! I'm going to go to Esko for a basketball game now.

Grocery Shopping

Let me start off by saying that I think grocery shopping should be an Olympic sport. If this were the case, I would definitely be a medal winner...I don't think I have ever taken longer than twenty minutes in a grocery store when alone and on a time crunch (No, I am not counting the times that I go to the grocery store namely to look at the delicious food and imagine myself eating it all).

My mother on the other hand.... She would be on the Dijibouti team. I say this because Dijibouti is tied with quite a few other countries with the alltime least Olympic medals (tied at 1) and they would be the only team to accept her as a grocery shopping team member. My mother superfails at grocery shopping. Even with a list. I think she might have some sort of attention deficit problem, because she will like, "Alright, now let's get some milk and go home. Oh my goodness, are those chow mein noodles in a can?!" She is also nearly incapable of finding new things on her own. She nearly always asks the SuperOne stockermen where things are located. I have said this many times, and I will say it again: Mother, look up. Up in the sky. See the signs with words on them? They tell you what's in the aisle.


Apparently, this is incomprehendable. "Signs in the sky? Pffft! I've fallen for that one before! Next thing I know, you'll be telling me that gullible is written on the ceiling! Psh.

Grocery shopping should be considered an Olympic sport because it envelops the following things:

-Strength
-Flexibility
-Stamina
-Will-power

One must be able to carry all items they retrieve. This includes fifty pound bags of cat litter, and/or this fifty pound bag of rice, if you're into that sort of thing.


One must also test their flexibility by getting to those hard to reach places. This is easy peasy for me, as I tower over everything at a whopping 6 feet tall.

One must be able to stand and walk for long periods of time, especially if one is grocery shopping with my mother.

And finally, one must show strength of mind by not tearing open all foodstuffs and bathing in their contents. Or eating them. Either/or.

I believe that I have presented a very valid case for grocery shopping as an Olympic sport and hope that the Olympic Sport Choosing Committee will take this under advisement.


Peace out, girlscout. :)

Sundays.

Alright, humanoids. Here's the dealio. My name is Amanda, and many a person has whined at me to start a web-blog instead of just making the occasional blog on myspace or facebook, so that is exactly what I am doing.

Look for new blog posts on Sundays. I'm not going to give a set time, but probably Sundays with a slight chance of blogs showing up randomly throughout the week depending on how busy I am with other things and if they mood is striking me.

Not all my blogs will be good. This I promise you. I need to be in the right mood to post a truly fantastic blog. Obviously I am not in this mood right now, as I am completely failing at this.

So. Tell your friends, family, and mortal enemies. Spread the word, and all that shit.

Have a lovely evening and stay tuned for future posts!