<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:03:27.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rantings of a College Student</title><subtitle type='html'>Thank you for coming to my page. Whether you just hit "Next Blog" or you actually got the site URL from me, I'm happy you're here. I don't care if you think my ranting is crazy -- hey, most people do. But I am T, and that is forever my excuse.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109995231199985651</id><published>2004-11-08T16:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T17:18:32.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil While</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I haven't really wrote in this thing in a while. Well, I've been busy so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SCREW YOU HIPPIE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lets see, what's been going on in the life of T? Well, Halloween rocked. Schoolgirl outfit went over very well. I was called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flirtalicious, fucktacular, fuckalicious, and just plain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know why I got that reaction. I think I can be objective when I say that I'm not that attractive. I think what guys like most about me is my personality. For the most part, I don't give a shit what others think about me. I pride myself in being an individual and having the confidence to be who I am. I am intelligent and funny and I think that is what draws most people to me. That being said, I've been getting harrassed by my roomie and suitemates for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how many guys have recently been finding me well, attractive&lt;/span&gt;. I chalk it up to schoolgirl. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been much drama in the lives of my friends. Let me just say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL MY FRIENDS THAT ARE BITCHING ABOUT HOW HORRIBLE THEIR LOVE LIVES ARE SHOULD JUST GROW A PAIR CAUSE THEY CAN DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!&lt;/span&gt; I've been comforting one of my friends that has been in love with this one girl for who knows how long. No matter how many times I tell him, he still hasn't talked to her about it. What makes it worse is that since he hasn't said anything, she's now in a "casual relationship" with some other guy and from what I hear, he's a total ASSHOLE. Of course she knows that relationship isn't going anywhere and even told my friend that she was looking for something more "substantial." What the fuck is he waiting for???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do I know, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109995231199985651?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109995231199985651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109995231199985651' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109995231199985651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109995231199985651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/11/lil-while.html' title='Lil While'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109923571829822008</id><published>2004-10-31T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T10:15:18.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Holy shit what a weekend! First let me say that I make one bad-ass naughty schoolgirl. The reactions I got from people are priceless. The two funniest would have to be my best guy friend and my boss. My friend took one look at me, put his hand over his eyes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turned around&lt;/span&gt;, and peeked back at me. My boss just did a triple take. He was able to make me blush tho. The next day when I was working with him, he walked up behind me saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rrauww. Git R Dun T, Git R Dun&lt;/span&gt;. Then him and my other manager started talking about me wearing the costume to work, having me work in the front of the store doing lots of bending over to get customers to come in. Then they talked about having me "redo overstock." Mind you, you must be on a ladder to do this. Ladder. Short skirt. Ah, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write more later but must get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109923571829822008?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109923571829822008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109923571829822008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109923571829822008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109923571829822008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/10/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109892581060439502</id><published>2004-10-27T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T21:11:51.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare on Pennsylvania Ave.</title><content type='html'>Check this link out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hrc.org/millionformarriage/hween04/"&gt;http://www.hrc.org/millionformarriage/hween04/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109892581060439502?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109892581060439502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109892581060439502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109892581060439502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109892581060439502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/10/nightmare-on-pennsylvania-ave.html' title='Nightmare on Pennsylvania Ave.'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109841871021438543</id><published>2004-10-22T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T00:18:30.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>WARREN, YOUR TIE ROCKED! YOU SHOULD DEFINATELY WEAR ONE EVERY DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this makes your life a lil happier :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109841871021438543?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109841871021438543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109841871021438543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109841871021438543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109841871021438543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/10/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109815884933749675</id><published>2004-10-18T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T00:07:29.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I haven't posted here in a lil while. I'm sorry. Life is hectic. Lets move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't too much for me to rant about. Well, there is one thing. I have an ex-boyfriend turned friend who is attempting to become an ex-friend. Odd situation. I've known him for 2 years, we dated on and off but have recently come to the conclusion that we are better as friends. However, I've been seeing less and less of him over the past month. When I asked him about it, I found out that he's dating someone else who "makes him forget about his ex-girlfriend from Boston." Rock on. More power to him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But why does that push you away from your friends? &lt;/span&gt;For a time he referred to me as his best friend, the confidant, the one that accepts him for him no matter what. Guess that doesn't mean jack shit anymore. I just hate being taken for granted. I hate that I'm losing a friend. I hate that he doesn't care. It makes you feel empty, void. Like the time and effort you put into the relationship has no real meaning. I found this quote while reading for my philosophy class and it really fits here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We must never forget that we may also find meaning in life even when confronted with a hopeless situation, when facing a fate that cannot be changed. For what then matters is to bear witness to the uniquely human potential at its best, which is to transform a personal tragedy into a triumph, to turn one's predicament into a human achievement. When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viktor Frankl Man's Search for Meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am challenged to change. I have to adapt to feeling this rejection. There are plenty of other people out there that care about me and embrace me as a friend. I shouldn't care about what one person thinks of me. But when that one person is someone you care deeply about and doesn't give a real reason as to why it came to this, you wind up feeling confused and lonely. I was even tempted to start up those "casual relationships" again but I remembered that that didn't make me happy either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, whatcha gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109815884933749675?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109815884933749675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109815884933749675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109815884933749675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109815884933749675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/10/yo.html' title='Yo'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109767935616517732</id><published>2004-10-13T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T10:57:03.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Previous Post</title><content type='html'>To those of you who persuaded me into posting my last post (the one I posted, deleted, under persuasion posted again, and have now deleted and those who need to know what it was about know) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go Fuck Off!&lt;/span&gt; Exactly what I thought would happen happened. The person saw it as a personal attack and for that I'm very sorry. It was meant as a joke, fun, nothing more. Possibly to instigate a blog war but not to get the response I got. I'm very sorry. From now on I'll listen to me and not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY STUPID FUCKING FRIENDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109767935616517732?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109767935616517732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109767935616517732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109767935616517732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109767935616517732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/10/previous-post.html' title='Previous Post'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109753516600697483</id><published>2004-10-11T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T18:52:46.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun times at Work</title><content type='html'>Yea, so, I was working on Sunday and I just have to tell this story about what happened about 30-40 minutes before closing. My boss and I were standing behind the counter, a little tired from doing all that we had accomplished that day and we were talking about politics and school and such. I reached over and picked up the hand lotion, shook it, and put it on my dry hands. He just looked at me and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, looks like you know how to handle that lotion&lt;/span&gt;. I responded with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I am a female&lt;/span&gt;. He just looked at me with a look of shock and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are? I didn't know that&lt;/span&gt;. My eyes just widened and he noticed. He took off. He did not calmly walk away, he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; towards the backroom door.  He slowed about half way there and looked back at me only to see me briskly walking towards him warning him that if he knew what was best for him he wouldn't stop running....and he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yay for me being able to make my 29 year old &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; manager run! I am the all-powerful T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109753516600697483?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109753516600697483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109753516600697483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109753516600697483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109753516600697483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/10/fun-times-at-work.html' title='Fun times at Work'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109745660349543284</id><published>2004-10-10T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T21:04:37.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Groups SUCK Part 2</title><content type='html'>Ok, so the weekend didn't kill me but I think my group member is trying to. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She is a complete and total fucking moron! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; We had an assignment and she apparently "sent" it to us, the other group members. Neither one of us got it.....hmmmm. Such a conundrum, how could that be? Maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE DIDN'T FUCKING SEND IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; On top of that, the girl can't write for shit. I spent a good 45 minutes just editing the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 pages she wrote&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're a senior! How the hell did you get through high school without being able to write? Hell, how did you get through 4 years of college without being able to write???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of news....I just got a livejournal. Yes, I'm still gonna rant in this cause somehow its just funnier here. Besides, the journal is meant for naming names, ya know, more personal stuff. Despite my attitude online, I'm a relatively non-confrontational type of person. If I'm pissed, you'll find out the passive aggressive way; through these entries. And now it'll be through those entries. If I don't give you the link then chances are I don't want you to have it. Tough shit. Build a bridge and get over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109745660349543284?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109745660349543284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109745660349543284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109745660349543284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109745660349543284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/10/groups-suck-part-2.html' title='Groups SUCK Part 2'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109720932114831056</id><published>2004-10-08T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T00:22:01.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weekend</title><content type='html'>Here is a short list of what I have to do this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare a Financial and Cost Analysis for a company (approx 4 pages) &lt;br /&gt;Select Recommendations for that company (approx 3 pages)&lt;br /&gt;Prepare a Powerpoint Presentation with my group members&lt;br /&gt;Research and collect data on three more companies (specific data)&lt;br /&gt;Write a company analysis on each of the companies (approx 10 pages each)&lt;br /&gt;Work Saturday 2-9:30&lt;br /&gt;Work Sunday 11-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I stop posting in this blog, don't wonder. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'M DEAD! THE WORK/STRESS KILLED ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109720932114831056?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109720932114831056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109720932114831056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109720932114831056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109720932114831056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-weekend.html' title='This Weekend'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109702349881367387</id><published>2004-10-05T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T20:44:58.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just found this....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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And people wonder why I'm so hyped up when I leave this class!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last class was spent discussing the fundamentals of humans. Are we really just animals with added human qualities? Do we have a soul? Is that what makes us human? What is a soul? Are we simply persons? What all does that option entail? At the beginning of class and through most of it I held to the belief that humans are fundamentally animals with evolved intelligence. However, at the end of class Dr. Miller differentiated the three options through use of sex. If we are just animals then we have sex. If we are souls with an animal body then there is no purpose to sex. If we are persons, then we make love. Peter suggested that making love and having sex are the same acts. It leads me to the question, why would we believe that these two acts are different? Whether making love or having sex; the basic activity is the same. The bodies are joined together through the penetration of the vagina by the penis. However the intentions of these two acts have the ability to be considerably different. Animals have sex to reproduce. The act hinges on survival of the species. When humans make love, they are conveying their feelings through the act. In a way, we are expressing these feelings using a level of intimacy saved for few. This intimacy creates a bond between humans and, in essence, causes making love to be fundamentally different from having sex. But aren’t we just saying that we are having sex with the knowledge of this level? Is having sex and making love truly fundamentally different? I don’t think so. There are many animals in the world that are aware of the importance of a significant other. There are animals that engage in sexual activities for pleasure and not just to reproduce. It is because of this that I hold to the idea that humans are nothing more than evolved animals. The fundamentals, the core of what we are, are no different than those of any of God’s creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any thoughts/comments about this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109702276485671069?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109702276485671069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109702276485671069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109702276485671069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109702276485671069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/10/philosophy-class.html' title='Philosophy Class'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109699021489144874</id><published>2004-10-05T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T11:30:14.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ideal Man</title><content type='html'>Just before drifting off into slumber last night, my roommate and I had a very interesting conversation pertaining to the "ideal man." First we thought that we should be able to screen guys and just do away with all the assholes of the world leaving the good ones here. Then my roomie gets all excited with an idea. &lt;em&gt;Why don't we just geneticly modify them. Take all the best qualities of people we know and put them into one man.&lt;/em&gt; We spent the rest of the time describing the qualities that would make up the "perfect man." Mind you, we are not niave and we know that the ideal man is different for each one of us. This is what we came up with *hint hint if you are like either of these men, please leave a post and we will get back to you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomie's ideal man went something like this: John Cusack's body, politics, level of intelligence, sarcasm and voice, her ex BJ's and our friend Brian's sense of humor, BJ's sex drive, her first ex's penis *&lt;strong&gt;yes women are concerned with this, get over it&lt;/strong&gt;* and her friend shannon's artistic ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was more like Vin Diesel's body, my friend Sean's personality, my ex's intelligence, eyes, and cute walk *Mr. Ex West Point marches to his own beat*, my friend Hub's protectiveness *he would walk me to my dorm when I hung out with him late at night*, the connection I have with my roomie *we finish each other's sentences*, my boss Warren's and co-worker Tim's sense of humor, my first's tenderness and sex drive, and my friend Mike's penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that the two of us agreed was a MUST is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A WOMAN'S ABILITY TO COMMIT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We are sick and tired of guys who are petrified of the "L" word and/or don't know when to say it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know these guys don't exist and there is probably a lot more that we can add to the list but it's fun to dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And for all the guys reading this and concerned about the "penis" references, don't worry. Some attributes are more important, like personality and intelligence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109699021489144874?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109699021489144874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109699021489144874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109699021489144874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109699021489144874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/10/ideal-man.html' title='The Ideal Man'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109684574560197359</id><published>2004-10-03T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T19:30:19.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Women.....</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know its odd for me, a woman to be ranting about women but I just gotta. I went up to see some of my friends at their college. A nice little 2 day excursion to party with a friend for his birthday. They live in a 4-person suite on campus. When I got there, only 3 of my buddies were there. We hung out until dinner, went to a lil pub near the campus *it was his 21st birthday* and spent a good chunk of the dinner talking about the missing 4th suitemate and his &lt;em&gt;I put my men on a fucking choke chain&lt;/em&gt; girlfriend. When you hear the story they told me, you'll agree with this assessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently one nice day, a bunch of them decided to go out to a local pizza place for lunch or dinner. It was the birthday boy, his family, his girlfriend, and the couple in question. At the end of the meal, Mr. B-day boy went up to get a couple of boxes for the leftovers. This is where is gets interesting. The owner of the restaurant, Sal, is set in his ways. He's a nice guy but when he says something, he means it. My friend asked for two boxes and Mr. Sal asked "why two?" He told him and Sal said "You don't need two boxes. You get a box and a bag." When the girlfriend saw that she was getting a bag and not a box, she went off. She then ordered, not asked mind you but &lt;em&gt;ordered&lt;/em&gt; her boyfriend to go up there and get her a box. You also have to understand that this guy is very non-confrontational. Besides, you don't confront Sal. He tried and failed like everyone knew he would. They left with her talking about how horrible that place is and how they are never going back. And to top it all off, from what the suitemates have said, he gets yelled at, belittled, just all around mental and physical abuse from this girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking about this last night at dinner, my friend said this: &lt;em&gt;He better be getting some. If he isn't, then there is no real reason for him to still be in this relationship.&lt;/em&gt; I have to disagree with my friend. No one should be taking that. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO ONE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Male, female, it doesn't matter. No one should have that kind of authority over someone's life! The thing that really pissed me off was that when I was leaving this morning, I gave them all hugs goodbye cause that's what I do. When I got to him, I got a half hug *you know, those one-armed ones* and as I was turning to get into my car, I saw him looking at his girlfriend with arms raised in &lt;em&gt;bewilderment! &lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE FUCK??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I have known this guy for 3 and a half years! He has slept in my bed! *late night, long story and nothing happened* If you think that you have to put a guy on a fucking short leash with a choke collar to boot in order to keep him around, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAKE THE FUCK UP!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That is NOT the way to treat someone you "care about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note *tho definately not something I've put to the side* there have been new, dare I say developments, with the guy from previous posts. More info on that will come later. Stay tuned.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109684574560197359?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109684574560197359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109684574560197359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109684574560197359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109684574560197359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/10/women.html' title='Women.....'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109660404838422148</id><published>2004-09-30T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T02:05:55.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Clock</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm working in the mall and walking to get a refill on my drink and I see this guy with his daughter riding on his shoulders and can almost immediately hear that damn biological clock ticking away. It's the first time I thought about it in a while. I think it was that combined with my roommate last night. I gotta tell this story. Last night she was talking to her ex boyfriend. As far as I know, the only reason they broke up was because she was moving here and at the time he had committment issues *big surprise there* Anyway, she was talking to him on the phone *yay! I got to talk to him too* and she got girlie. If you knew this girl, you would know her as the ultra feminist with a slight obsession with John Cusack. While on the phone with him, she had a smile fixed on her face and nothing I could do or say could wipe it off. She listened with intent as he spoke and got all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when she told him of her achievements this year *being A&amp;E editor of the school paper* I couldn't help but envy her feelings. She has true, sincere feelings for him and from what I know of him, he's a funny, sweet, good-lookin guy.  &lt;em&gt;I want one!! I want to feel like that! I want someone to tell me that they saw a sunset and it reminded them of me!&lt;/em&gt; Yes, he told her that. *sigh* &lt;strong&gt;Where are these guys?&lt;/strong&gt; If you're out there, I'm here, waiting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109660404838422148?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109660404838422148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109660404838422148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109660404838422148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109660404838422148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/09/stupid-clock.html' title='Stupid Clock'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109631128907264453</id><published>2004-09-27T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T14:56:28.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Groups SUCK!</title><content type='html'>Being a business major, most of my upper level classes involve the useage of groups. It is supposed to simulate what it will be like working in "the real world." If people are this irresponsible in the real world, I don't think I want any part of it! My group was supposed to send me their parts of the paper by yesterday and today I was going to put it all together and we would get together as a group to make the powerpoint presentation. Of course I didn't get anyone's paper. When I woke up this morning, two of my group memebers had emailed me and the third had called and told me that it would be done by 4pm today. The first email I opened was standard. Sent at 2:13 this morning and about 2 pages long. Ok, I can work with that. The second email made my jaw drop. &lt;em&gt;T,Im sorry to tell you I've been deregistered from the Management 492 class. A registration mistake put me in the class, and im not even in the Perdue school yet... so the Deans office/registrars office deregistered me from the class. Im sorry if think makes more work for the group, but its something I have no control over. Good luck with the project, Brent&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;YOU COULDN'T TELL ME THAT SOONER YOU DICK?!?&lt;/strong&gt; For anyone that is curious, the paper and presentation is due &lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/strong&gt;. Its like my roommate says, &lt;em&gt;Groups can be the worst. If one person starts slacking off, the others have to pick up that slack for them.&lt;/em&gt; Yea, a real good representation of the "real world." God help me, this semester is gonna be rough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109631128907264453?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109631128907264453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109631128907264453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109631128907264453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109631128907264453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/09/groups-suck.html' title='Groups SUCK!'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109626620209053266</id><published>2004-09-27T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T02:23:22.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuddle Damn You!!</title><content type='html'>My roommate and I were having a discussion tonight spured by a converation with our suitemate. Our suitemate's girlfriend flew out here from Texas and they spent the entire weekend cuddling. Why is it that there are no guys like that? Guys want to be macho and cuddling does not classify as "macho." &lt;strong&gt;BUT IT'S WHAT WE WANT!&lt;/strong&gt; If I found a guy to just cuddle with all semester long, I would be the happiest girl on this campus. Another thing about the previous statement that really got to me was the part about her &lt;em&gt;flying out here from Texas&lt;/em&gt;. Hello!! I want to be worth that kind of time and energy and money! Is there something wrong with me? Am I just not worth that kind of effort? Is my life going to be just a perpetual series of meaningless relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently trying to get rid of those pesky little meaningless relationships. One guy is about 300 miles away so that's not being all too difficult. The second is someone that just calls me when he wants some so I can just stop answering the phone and eventually he would get the hint. The third is the guy from previous posts. Started talking to him again but next time I see him, I'm going to lay it out on the table for him. Either we are going to be in an actual relationship, we are going to be just friends, or nothing. Knowing us, we're going to be friends, which is just fine with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, I'm looking at a couple of possiblities for actual relationships *who'd a thunk it, huh?* The first, and probably most promising is a junior here at the college. He's a psychology major and sweet as sweet can be. The one thing that all girls complain about is there not being any sweet guys out there. &lt;strong&gt;I FOUND ONE! YAY!&lt;/strong&gt; He's tall, strong, intelligent, funny, basically everything a girl looks for. When I first met him I was in a &lt;em&gt;guys have screwed me over and have used me so I'm going to use a few of them&lt;/em&gt; mode. I would have hurt him. Now I think he's unsure of where I'm standing. The second guy I just met this weekend and have found out that he's a "player." A friend of the suitemate, adorable, funny, and easy to be around. Less potential but must find out more about this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I'm just reaching out, trying to find someone who thinks I'm worth the effort. Someone who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wants to cuddle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109626620209053266?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109626620209053266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109626620209053266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109626620209053266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109626620209053266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/09/cuddle-damn-you.html' title='Cuddle Damn You!!'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109605241164463681</id><published>2004-09-24T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T15:00:11.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Door Leech</title><content type='html'>How do I start this one? Ok. I live in a dorm. I have a roommate and suitemates that live across the bathroom. At the beginning of the semester, one of them told us that her boyfriend was going to be living in their room until he gets on his feet. I didn't care cause I was thinking, &lt;em&gt;ok, a few weeks won't be so bad.&lt;/em&gt; Boy was I wrong! It's been well over a month and the leech is still there! That shouldn't bother me but it does. He takes his showers here and leaves his hair all over the bathroom. The shower is extremely small and has only one flat surface to put things on. His bar of soap sat there for a few weeks until my roommate took matters in her own hands and just removed it. The part of all this that really gets to me is that about a week ago, &lt;strong&gt;my suitemate and the guy broke up!&lt;em&gt; WHAT THE FUCK IS HE STILL DOING LIVING OVER THERE? GET HIM THE FUCK OUT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Will my suitemate ever do that? No. She believes in karma and thinks that throwing someone out that has no place to go would invoke bad karma. Another thing I probably forgot to mention is that within a day of them breaking up, &lt;em&gt;he starting "talking to" another girl.&lt;/em&gt; What a total fuckhead, ya know? Leeching off his ex and bringing his new friend into her room. She told me about walking into her room and seeing this girl on &lt;em&gt;her bed!&lt;/em&gt; I thought the guy I was having problems with was bad! He is completely insensitive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what some of you are thinking. &lt;em&gt;Well, if he's living there and he shouldn't, just call campus police and alert them to the situation. He'll get out fast.&lt;/em&gt; Can't do that. Doing so would get the suitemates in trouble and I don't want to do that. So I'm just stuck with the bum. Luckily for us, he's spending most of his time with his other girl. And to make things just a little bit sweeter, my suitemate is talking to another guy as well, one the ex can't stand. *raises arms in triumph* JUSTICE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109605241164463681?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109605241164463681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109605241164463681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109605241164463681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109605241164463681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/09/next-door-leech.html' title='Next Door Leech'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109586813598906528</id><published>2004-09-22T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T11:48:55.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over</title><content type='html'>So the guy from previous posts and I finally sat down and talked today. Well, I talked, he listened and stared off into space. I think he just never realized just what he was doing to me. He didn't know how much I was hurting. I spent part of the time trying to get him to talk and find out what he was thinking. When he finally answered he said &lt;em&gt;I'm contemplating just picking up my things and leaving. You deserve so much better than what I've been giving to you.&lt;/em&gt; I told him that I'm sure I've done my fair share of aggrevating. I'm sure my feelings are a nuisance he would be happy to get rid of. I think I'm just a lot more emotionally attached than I let on to be. I know I am, I just choose not to accept it. One look into his eyes and I knew. It was over. The friendship of 2 years ended just like that. We huged and he picked up his things and just left. That's it, he's out of my life. I should be happy, right? This is what I wanted, right? He has hurt me! He has screwed me over so many times! And he's so insensitive that he never realized it! But then why is my heart breaking? Why are there tears running down my face? Why am I hurting so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109586813598906528?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109586813598906528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109586813598906528' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109586813598906528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109586813598906528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109566024650372364</id><published>2004-09-20T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T02:04:06.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Normal College Rant</title><content type='html'>Since I'm a college student, I figure I may as well rant about the one thing that all college students have the problem with. PAPERS! I just finished one and I have two more that are due later on in the week. Honestly, do professors get together and decide to have everything due during the same week? My favorite professors are the ones that think that you have nothing better to do than the homework for their class. &lt;em&gt;So you want a 15 page paper due by when? Next week? It should have how many references?&lt;/em&gt; Riight. Cause its not like I have a job or 3 other upper level classes. Each class it's the same. "I want such and such done by the next time we meet." I understand that its all part of the learning process and I'm ok with that but when you, and every other professor I have, tries to knock out a fairly difficult chapter in two class periods, there's gonna be some confusion among the ranks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one professor that was a total dip-shit. I am a Finance major. Because my school is far behind on the times all upper level finance classes had to physically sign a document stating that we had completed the prerequisites, ya know, rather than having the computer tell us whether or not we can take the class. This guy (yes, I am referring to him in this manner because I have no respect for him as a professor) refused to waste precious class time by &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sending a paper around the room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That would just take way too long. However, he had no problem rephrasing a question about 10 times while the entire class sat in utter silence not understanding a word he said. In the time it took for a person to answer his one question, 20 papers could have circulated the room. He also had a tendancy to intimidate students. With the majority of my professors, I am comfortable going to their offices and asking for assistance on assignments or just to explain something I don't understand. Not this this man. I don't think I have ever had a worse professor in my life. To this day, if I hear the phrase &lt;em&gt;ceribus parabus&lt;/em&gt; (all things being equal) I twitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever had problems like this with your professors, raise your hand. Now wave it back and forth. Very good. That's right. Just move to the music of life.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109566024650372364?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109566024650372364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109566024650372364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109566024650372364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109566024650372364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/09/your-normal-college-rant.html' title='Your Normal College Rant'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109548641850353037</id><published>2004-09-18T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T01:46:58.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are JERKS!</title><content type='html'>I'm upset and from the title of this little post I'm sure you can see where this will be going. I am at a stage in my life where I know that I don't want a serious relationship. I'm on the verge of graduating college and have no idea just where I will be in the next four months. However I, like every other person, have needs that can only be met by certain activities. I can keep these needs at bay by exerting myself at the gym or by focusing on other things like schoolwork or the problems of my friends. But every once in a while, when the needs are overbearing, I wander off to a guy friend good at relieving the tension. In fact I did this only a few nights ago. Just to let you in on a little history between the two of us, we used to date. We dated for a month, then he dumped me. We stayed friends and soon dated for another month before, yep, you guessed it, he dumped me again. We remained friends -- with more than a small amount of tension which stemmed from his flip flop nature. Yes, the guy in the last post. Well, a few nights ago when we were together he said and I quote "Damn T. You know, you make it hard not to love you." I, of course, disregarded it cause I know him and have completely given up hope on him actually having feelings for me. Even though I know how he really feels (loves me as a friend) and I know the truth behind our relationship (fuck buddies) I was still shocked by an IM from him tonight. He decided that tonight he would tell me that he's been talking to some girl for a while and that he doesn't know if it will go anywhere but he's pretty sure it will and he doesn't think we should do this anymore. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU FUCK ME THE OTHER NIGHT?!? WHY DID YOU SAY THAT YOU THINK YOU LOVE ME AGAIN?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This is enough to make a girl wanna go lesbian! It would not have been nearly as bad if I had seen it coming. Knowing his track record though, I can see it not working with this girl. And what will he do? Come back to T. Why? Cause I fuck him. Now, this could be the anger talking but I'm 99.9% sure that I won't EVER AGAIN. I'm so tired of this shit! The back and forth, not knowing what the next day will bring. Yesterday he loved me, today he doesn't. What will tomorrow bring? I don't care! At least I shouldn't......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109548641850353037?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109548641850353037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109548641850353037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109548641850353037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109548641850353037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/09/men-are-jerks.html' title='Men are JERKS!'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109539344541671569</id><published>2004-09-16T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T23:57:25.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a While....</title><content type='html'>Ok, it's been a while since I've ranted about anything and in all honesty the last post was more informative than ranting so here I am, ready to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people complain about pretty much everything that's going on in their lives. Whether it be lack of money, parental problems, boy problems, or school-related problems, they can go on for hours telling you everything that's wrong and why the world is just so unfair. I'm not trying to trivialize their problems or say that they don't have them but give me a break! My life sucks. &lt;em&gt;I have no money! I have mounds upon mounds of schoolwork to do this semester! I DO NOT complain half as much as these people!&lt;/em&gt; To all those out there that complain about every little thing that goes on in their lives I have this to say: unless your situation is dire DO NOT BITCH! I know people whose families have thrown them out on the streets for a chosen lifestyle. I know people who have kids that they will never see again because the ex doesn't like them. There are people out there that have literally hit rock bottom. Is there food on your plate? Do you have a roof over your head? Are you sitting there in an air conditioned room reading this?&lt;strong&gt; YOU ARE DOING BETTER THAN MOST OF THE PEOPLE IN THIRD WORLD COUNTRIES!&lt;/strong&gt; Seriously! Look in the fucking mirror! Is your life really all that bad? Get off your fucking high horse and look at all the real problems in the world. No, really. Consider what is going on in the world today. The war in Iraq. People struggling with cancer. People having to fight just for the right of marriage. Teen pregnancy. AIDs. HIV. Is it sinking in yet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that has been bugging me the past couple of weeks deals with the idea that women don't know what they want and are fast to fall in love. What do you do when it's the man that's like this? Attention MEN: Flip flop decisions will get you nowhere! Saying &lt;em&gt;I love you&lt;/em&gt;, revoking it immediately, then saying it again WILL PISS US OFF! If you are unsure about your feelings, &lt;em&gt;keep them to yourselves!&lt;/em&gt; The off again/on again thing doesn't fly well! By acting this way, once you do decide just how you feel, we won't care anymore. We will question and never accept. Why should we? You have shown just how indecisive you can be. We will not be hurt if you choose not to love us because your uncertainty has made us give up all hope that you will ever really come around, not that we actually want you to anymore. Stop the back and forth shit! WE STOPPED CARING AFTER THE SECOND I LOVE YOU WAS REVOKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Stay tuned for more.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109539344541671569?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109539344541671569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109539344541671569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109539344541671569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109539344541671569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/09/been-while.html' title='Been a While....'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109508838073817699</id><published>2004-09-13T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T11:13:00.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>Ok, this was definately an interesting weekend. Rather than being the good little student everyone sees me as, I decided to go up to Frostburg with a bud to visit a friend of mine. First of all, LOVE THE AREA! It is so beautiful up there! If you haven't been up that way you should definately make a trip out that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we hit Frostburg (supposed to be a 5 hour trip, my bud made it in 4) we got up with our friend and went to the frat house. First brother of his we meet comes off as being a total asshole. Not a good start to the weekend. However, they are in the midst of preparations for a huge party so my bud and I just hung back, not really knowing what to do. Soon the party is in full swing and I'm chugging down jungle juice like its nobody's business. Needless to say I got a lil wasted that night. What kills me is that even though I was slurring and stumbling around, somehow I managed to have an intellectual discussion on politics. I don't know how coherent I was but it was still an experience I won't forget soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 was spent with me, my bud, my friend with all his brothers having a nice BBQ then sitting down to watch college football and drink beer. Just so everyone knows, I see myself as one of the guys. I win belching contests, I'm aggressive heck I used to play rugby, and my mind is constantly in the gutter. The one thing that has always been hard for me to grasp is conversations. Most females, no matter how guy like they might be, veer towards talking about relationships and not cars or sports. Just the way we are. So I sat back and just listened to them. I was wrong. Guys don't just talk about sports and cars, they also talk about girls, who is sleeping with who and who is a major slut. I just find it funny that guys do what girls do they just use much more vulgar language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night they had a bonfire. Drunks and fire....hmmm, that's a good idea. I got to meet some interesting people. This one girl *sigh* lets just say I wanted to run and not look back. I'm a good friend and I listen when something is wrong it my friends lives. But when a complete stranger walks up to me and tells me her life story and all of her problems, I just wanna shake her and say "You don't know me! I don't know you! You shouldn't be telling me this!" But I don't. I just stand there and listen, looking around trying to find a way out. And the bud of mine that I went up there with? Saw and heard what was happening and just left me there! Oh, he got play punched for that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that we needed to get more drunk but after the bonfire we went to the bar. Ok, I gotta admit that the bar was awesome. Drinks were much cheaper than around here and the atmosphere in general was very cool. I give the place two thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that Frostburg is a great place to get drunk and just have fun. The brothers of OE are an awesome bunch of guys (even the one that initially came off as an asshole). Will I go back to visit my friend? Definately. Til we meet again my dear Frostburg. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109508838073817699?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109508838073817699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109508838073817699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109508838073817699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109508838073817699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109478596904320455</id><published>2004-09-09T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T23:12:49.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AAARRRRGGG!!!</title><content type='html'>Damn those stupid people!!! I went to visit a friend for a couple of hours at her college apartment, ya know, the kind that aren't on campus but the college offically owns them. AND THOSE MOTHERF***ERS TOWED MY CAR!! WHAT THE F***?? They said that they tow any car that doesn't have the proper tags. Does that mean that if the parents of the girl I went to visit decided to come see their daughter, their car would be towed? How does that make sense? So basically what they are saying is that if someone wants to study with fellow classmates at her place, it would be impossible because their classmates cars would be towed? Don't get me wrong, they do have parking for those that don't live in that complex; a darkened "lot" on the other side of the railroad tracks, literally. And when I say "lot" I mean an unpaved, unlined area close to the complex. Now I am a female going to college in a town that has had rapist threats in the area. Does it make sense for me to park my car in an unsafe area and walk across a fairly busy street just so I can visit a friend? HELL NO! In fact, most police officers would tell me that it would be down right DUMB. I know what you are all thinking; the intelligent thing for this complex to do -- especially since it is a fairly popular hang out for college students -- would be to create a parking lot FOR the visitors. So do we think they are going to do this? Of course not! Like I said, it is run by the college and we all know that those that run colleges are not the brightest crayons in the box. They are concerned with one thing; how will this affect MY COST. Who cares about the students safety? The parking lots that they provide for residents are well lit but lets not have any consideration for the visitors of this complex. Let those f***ers fend for themselves, its not our problem, right? Tomorrow I plan on making it their problem. You do not mess with T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109478596904320455?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109478596904320455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109478596904320455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109478596904320455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109478596904320455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/09/aaarrrrggg.html' title='AAARRRRGGG!!!'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8242820.post-109462528148353444</id><published>2004-09-08T05:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T11:28:28.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post!</title><content type='html'>Yay! I have a blog! Now I have somewhere to rant and I don't have to annoy my roommate with all the mind-numbing things that get tossed around in my brain! Yay for the internet and the ablility to do this! Thats all for now but stay tuned cause as the semester wars on, I shall have more and more to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8242820-109462528148353444?l=collegestudentrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/feeds/109462528148353444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8242820&amp;postID=109462528148353444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109462528148353444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8242820/posts/default/109462528148353444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegestudentrant.blogspot.com/2004/09/first-post_08.html' title='First Post!'/><author><name>T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13751639193986341186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
