Grammar 101

I'm convinced that the world needs to implement a lesson in English classes about the different writing styles, because lately Facebook people have turned stupid.

And sadly, it's not even about the poor spelling and sentence structures that has always plagued Facebook--it's the stupid shit such as this that appears on my wall.

Awesome, good to know for the rest of the world...but why is this an issue? Well I had to scour the comments to understand why. And the reason is even more saddening.

People apparently have taken issue to the fact that the New York Times doesn't use the third comma in a series. And to that I say, well NO SHIT! Seriously, are this many people ignorant of the existence of the AP Stylebook?

Ahh, rhetorical questions....yes, yes they are that ignorant. The same goes for people who discovered the University of Oxford's style book that also states not to use the Oxford comma...oh dear Lord, do they even know what the fuck university style books are used for? Universities have their own style books for PRESS RELEASES. I honestly wish I could understand why people don't understand this concept of having different rules for the English language. Are these English majors who've never taken a media class? Or are these people who are just so conceited after taking a college English writing class that they think they've mastered it? I can understand when these photos are created to help students understand why you should use the serial comma when you're writing an English paper...but I will still delete your comma if it ends up in a news story and I will rail on you if you don't do it. The only thing that depresses me more is when people then state that somehow the New York Times is WRONG when they delete the serial comma. The Times will make mistakes no doubt, but when you start saying that the way they write is wrong, you've crossed the line.

Might I mention that Spanish, French and German also don't use a serial comma? Are people now going to argue that a completely different language is wrong and should follow the English rules? Pfft....My vote is someone had better come up with a style book for the Internet.

It also doesn't help that I was riled up the other day with another status filled with idiocy. Thank you, foreign chick, for correcting your friend's incorrect usage of "here" when it should've been hear, then mocking the fact that he's teaching 1st grade English. It makes you look soooo much better when you then make the comment "Their so silly" IN THE SAME STATUS where you just corrected 'here'. *They're, bitch, they're. I'll take you more seriously when you quit using "u" as a word like a 7th grader and use full words like the 26-year-old I could only guess you are.

Fucking hell, this is why we need more editors in this world...

Not Ready To Start This Again

It's days like today that I remind myself how fucking low I really am on the totem pole...and it's amazing how fast that low level in one area can take over all others and cause you to feel like everything else stressing you out is just not worth it.

And that's the road I'm headed down. Between working, Volante, more working, and getting ready for classes, I'm close to getting burned out. I already was last night just thinking about it all. And on top of all that, I still have to get to McFadden to drop off applications and sign up for interview times and all this crap? What the hell...I'm on the verge of saying screw it, I won't take a second desk job just because the applying is a pain in the ass, plus I have just an hour more of shifts each week compared to last semester for Brookman. The only thing telling me I might as well try is the fact that I'm living off-campus next year.

Fucking hell.

I know most of the stuff I'm stressing over aren't worth the time or energy. Hell, half of it is just because I don't have the energy or the motivation to actually do the shit. Sure, I can live with managing the desk today. And the Volante office is just a couple buildings down, no biggie. And.....ohh yay, no floor meeting tonight. My apathy and self-hate is masking my gratitude. Maybe I can make the rest of the day better like I did yesterday. Even though that took most of my energy as well...

Basically, I'm at the point where I don't know how much longer I can keep lying to myself that I'm on solid ground, when these days remind me that there was no ground underneath me in the first place. I try to give myself hope, and sometimes that hope fades very quickly...or it sticks. And when it sticks, the results are usually worse that that quickly fading hope. Greeeeeat.

How often do I have to remind myself...I don't mean shit to him. Simple as that. He has other friends that he's closer with, other girls who he prefers to amuse himself with. And sooner or later, I'm going to have to brace myself for the inevitable end.

Awww Hell.

Today was the day I learned something quite interesting. By January, a surprisingly large number of my friends will be leaving--and not just graduating, I mean leaving the big country. Gone. And while for a few it's only like a semester or so, I don't know about the rest of them.

Laurel is going to Ireland to study abroad for the semester. HCB is moving to South Korea for teaching/PhD stuffs (and holy FUCK don't get me started on that now). And as of today, Cira is moving to Germany. Cira, my little freshman, the one person on staff who I could probably say knew me the best, even though she didn't know me the longest. The two of us were so like-minded...but now she's gone, and who the hell knows who's replacing her next semester.

Fuck.....it's one thing to leave Vermillion. It's another thing to leave North America. :/

What Is This...

Gah, what sort of weird shit is this?? Today I make friends with a grad student in my cultural studies class who likes to talk a LOT (however, he proved to be extremely useful in helping me come up with my paper topic). When I'm finally sick of the talking on Facebook I go offline. Just before midnight, I get a text from HCB asking if I'm still alive...

Wait. What? He's texting me to see how I'm doing all because he hasn't heard/seen from me in a week? This is....well, this is new to me. For the most part.Which led my reaction to be "You bastard, you just made me go d'awwwww for showing concern for me!" D:

Gawd.

Bad Ideas at 3 AM

It's late. So very late. And I have studying to do still. Shit....

I've realized that I have a cap to giving a shit about things. Last week was stressful as hell, extremely stressful. Now that the week has come and gone, I've pretty much quit giving a shit and have started enjoying life a little.

Then again, I'm afraid that the past couple of days I've shot my mouth off far too often to my own liking, and about stuff that may have pissed some people off. Again, I don't really care, and besides, if they get to know me longer they'll see I'm not usually such a bitch.

But still. I'm borderline stressed as it is, I'm only going to get more stressed as the week goes on...and I really should get back to work so that the stress doesn't get even worse tonight. :/

It's Been a Long Day.

It's times like these that I'm reminded that one person can only make things more inconvenient. Also, I'm capable of choosing my friends, and that those friends know what I'm capable of and what I've proven to be good at. I don't have to be friends with my boss, which was evident last year for sure. Besides, every spelling typo I come across now just makes me want to crawl into a ball and cringe...how do you live past legal drinking age without the ability to spell residents right using Microsoft Word? Was it too fucking difficult to turn on your Spellcheck? Probably, considering how often the HD has not only misspelled shit that didn't have a decent excuse like Spellcheck missing the correct usage of your/you're, but she also is late to EVERYTHING. Don't you dare try and tell me that you're organized and try to be as objective as possible when that person is the one who's also late to every CA training session, couldn't get to us applications till yesterday, decided who to hire an hour after interviewing everyone, and still act like a fucking 12-year-old who uses 'legit' in presentations and likes to bash country music and preach folk/bluegrass music....oh, wait. Bluegrass IS country music. Like she didn't come off like a hypocrite already...

I swear, if she makes any more immature backhanded comments....she's going to see my adult side.

Still pissed that someone stole my sweatshirt today, though. >:/

4th Floor Whore 4Eva

I try to stay positive, I really do. I want to be able to say that it's no big deal, and that this semester will be awesome and great and stress-free. But I just can't. Just because they put me on 4th floor--again--for the second year in a row--doesn't mean that I'm a second thought and that housing could care less about me. Even though I never wanted an all-girls floor, that doesn't mean they think I deserve whatever-the-fuck-am-I-thinking.

Exactly. What am I thinking? That housing really couldn't give a shit about what you request. Ahh you want the co-ed Honors floor? Well fuck you, we'll put you on sky-high all-girls 4th floor! Don't worry, you'll only have to put up with 60 girls pumped full of estrogen and tears, and the ceiling only leaks every other day when the snow melts off the roof.

Why is it my only saving grace is the fact that I know I now have a large whiteboard waiting for me next to my door, and my window faces the south. Nothing like Burger King outside your window to remind you of home just a little more.

I'm psyched that I have Laurel and Cira on my staff, I really am! Even though I don't even know how much they'll be around for training, since marching band has practice in the next week or so or whatever. But save for Joe, whom I'm hoping won't follow me around like a frigging dog for the next two weeks, I don't really know my staff. Is that a big deal? Nah. But knowing them, they'll insist we sit together as staff during the entirety of training, and on top of dressing up in ridiculous outfits for the 'bonding' I'm sure they'll still insist on still doing the icebreakers every day. FML.

I swear, this job needs a disclaimer saying that prior acting experience is required. I'm definitely not feeling the enthusiasm now, I doubt I'll feel it when training actually starts up (fuck, 9am training?!), and I know I won't feel it when they make us act out some lame-ass skit because it's supposed to bring about 'bonding'. BS.

.........I'm also starting to think that I should get out of TracFone. I'm cool with my phone and all, and I've been lucky with their services. Annnnnd then I found out that I can receive international texts, but can't send them. Wtf? From the looks of it now, TracFone doesn't allow international texting. Well guess what. That CA job is a source of income, and I'm starting to think it's time I switch to Verizon or something. Prepaid or contract, idk. It's a vulnerable time for me, one where people could convince me to go into shitty phone contracts or lure me into horrible phone providers. But Verizon is by far the most popular around here, and since my uncle had to show my mom that Android phones have an app for listening to police scanners...hmmm.