By popular demand,
I will now be archiving my past rantings on this page, the past
rantings page. Isn't that wonderful?
want to rant for a quick minute about being sick. Being
sick is not fun. At all. Especially when you don't
notice the fact that you are sick, sleep over your best friend's
house, and get everyone there sick. That, in a sentence,
is last weekend. Heck, I even travelled to UMass Amherst
and got Ethan's big sister sick! Oh well... Hmmmm...I
suppose that's it. It's not a long rant, but it will have
Let me just
take your attention from the wonderful content on my website for
just one moment to rant about something. What shall I rant
about this week? Hmmmm....I believe I shall rant about
school. School is hard. School is stressful.
:o( In a word, it's not fun (hey, that was two
words. Oh well...). It's not that my grades are bad,
they're actually quite good, it's just all the preparations that
go into achieving those grades that's the problem. I
believe, also, that school should start later and end
earlier. 10am - 12pm doesn't sound too bad to me.
Two hours of concentrated learning and then the rest of the day
can be spent doing other, more important things. There are
only so many hours in a day (most of which I spend sleeping) to
do homework. On average, I have 2 hours of homework every
night. If I get home at 3, watch TV till 4:45-ish, do some
homework, eat, do some more homework, talk on the phone/go
online, and sleep around 9:30-ish; where is there actual time to
do homework? That's a six hour time slot in which I feel
that eating and sleeping take priority over homework, just so my
body can function so I can wake up tomorrow and do it all over
again! EEK! <<I must stop now before I break
something. Thanks for your undivided attention.
Please now go back to whatever you were doing.>>
week, another rant. What shall I rant about?
Hmmm...Ah. Yes. I shall rant about the pep rally we
had today. First, they packed us into the auditorium like
sardines in a can. Then, two seniors got on a microphone
at the front of the auditorium and did something that I am
assuming was supposed to be funny. Then, Mrs. Fortier and
Miss Redfern's hoochies...ahem, I mean cheerleaders got
into their formations and did their cheerleader things.
They were nothing more than a sideshow to what came next. Then, all the sports teams got into the center of the floor and
did outrageous things that, again, I am assuming were supposed
to be funny. The whole thing ended with the football
team. The freshmen and J-V teams kneeled down in lines
creating an aisle down which the seniors would strut with their
'escorts.' Then, they told us we could go home. That
was the best part.
Another week, and another hilarious opportunity for me to
entertain you all! Now, if only I could think of a
topic....Ah, yes. For my topic, I shall rant about
drama. Now, you may be thinking, "Kyle, you LOVE
drama. Why are you ranting about it?" Well,
don't be worried, I'm not ranting about drama in general, but
more about some of the little things that irritate me.
Firstly, I will discuss a certain person (for the privacy of
this person, they will be referred to as "Jon Sawicki.")
Now, "Jon's" cell phone is ALWAYS ringing.
Whether it be a call or a text message, he's CONSTANTLY playing
with that damn little piece of machinery. It seriously
impairs his acting skills. Secondly, I shall take a moment
to scream a few words: "seatbelts!!!"
are you walking around inside my car?" Okay,
I'm alright now. Now, moving along with my rant, I'd like
to touch upon my costume. Don't get me wrong, I completely
enjoy wearing the saropy and sombrero, but the sombrero, it
ITCHES ever so! And it doesn't exactly fit perfectly on my
head so it sort of tilts toward the back. It also causes
me to be called all sorts of mean names, like "Chiquita
Banana Man." Come on, Chiquita Banana Man?
Don't you all know that that's a woman?
I get it now.
That's pretty mean of you all.
I don't think I can finish this rant...
::runs off into corner and cries::
::returns to computer::
Alright. I'm okay now. Now, to quickly wrap up this
lengthy rant, Seņor Pete would just like to say... "let's
go. we can always keel him later!"
now, in light of recent events, an add-on to this week's rant... A
certain member of the drama club (in this case, we shall use the
name "Jon Sawicki" to protect the privacy of this
individual) insisted on Tuesday night's rehearsal to
leave his zip-off pants half unzipped. Much to the horror
of certain individuals (like "Amanda DeFrias" and
"Matt Lecuyer," whose names have yet again been
changed to protect their privacy) the pant legs remained
unzipped right up to the end of rehearsal.
Hmmm...now..."Amanda" claims to have had some really
bad nightmares related to this incident. It seems to have
really affected her emotionally and mentally. Oh
well...it's entertaining to everyone else. :o)
This past weekend, I
had the flu. The flu, in a word, sucks. Yes.
It was not the most pleasant experience of my life. I was
stuck in the house from Thursday night until Sunday morning with
it, in fact. It screwed up my whole weekend! I
didn't go to school on Friday, and I had to make up like 3
quizzes. Friday night, I missed a date! :o(
Saturday, I had a wedding to go
to. Did I go? No! I had the flu!
I had a suit and everything. Nevermind the fact that the
suit was incredibly tight and had shoulder pads that extended an
inch and a half over my shoulder.
I had a suit, and I was gonna wear it to the wedding! But
I couldn't go! So, no wedding Saturday night. Could
I go to Jr. Ring? NO! I had the flu! And no
ticket. So, that was my Saturday. Vomiting and
sneezing. :o( Sunday rolls around, and the flu has
almost diminished completely! Wow! It could have
done that three days ago! In fact, it could have just
infected someone else! But no! It HAD to be
me. Stupid flu.
day" So, it's been a while
since I've ranted. What shall I rant about? Ah.
Yes. Today was wellness day. Let's rant about
that. Okay. Sophomore Wellness Day, for those of you
who don't know, is a day where prison inmates come to school and
talk to us about not doing drugs, and then Ms. Revil tells us to
write them palanca. The separated the boys and girls, and of
course, the boys were stuck with the inmates first. We
walked into the auditorium, and sat down. Mr. O'Brien gave a
speech, and then the inmates took over. The first speaker
spoke about being kicked out of his home when he was 11, and
selling drugs to make money to survive. The next one read a
poem about being incarcerated and told us prison is not a fun
place. The third speaker, who was on her 3rd prison
sentence, told us that prison is not a fun experience. And
finally, the last speaker told us about his experience of
prison. To wrap up that half of the program, the police
officer that came with the inmates reprimanded us for the way we
wear our ties, telling us if that happened while we were in
prison, we would be sentenced to solitary confinement for 9
days. Not law enforcement, but rather public relations, was
that man's true calling. Anyway, we then traveled to the
cafeteria, where Ms. Revil told us about the prison retreats that
she attends with Mrs. Rivet. All the while, Jon Sawicki (who
insisted on sitting next to us) sat backwards in his chair, played
with his glasses, fiddled with his retainer, and (at least once)
picked his nose and then stared at what came out on his
finger. WHY?!?!?!?!?! Finally, Ms. Sweeney told us
that we have to write inmates at least 5 palanca this year, as a
part of a new Christian Service Project. Oh well...all in
all, today was not much fun (to put it nicely).
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