Rant, or why (indirectly) there's a hole in the Chateau

Time for a chronic whinge. I'm more than a little bit sick of the world currently, on both the local and international level (and it would seem particularly so this evening, so be warned).

Essentially, I'm sick of librarians who tell me I've done the wrong thing, assuming I'm some kind of simpleton and refusing to give me my 10 dollars back, when I haven't, sick of having no money and spending what pitiful amount there may be too fast, sick of scoring no runs (already this season), sick of being single when a large number of people around me very clearly aren't, sick of feeling sick at the very thought of my thesis, sick of turning up to university telling myself I'll do some work and then not doing it, and sick of the fact there's no next Star Wars movie until 2005. I'm sick of global policy essentially being dictated by people who are obviously completely callous bastards who care only about money, sick of these same bastards ignoring the basic concept of morality repeatedly on a continual basis, sick of the fact we all put up with them, sick of anyone who somehow denies we're running the earth rapidly into (what little portions that remain uncontaminated of) the ground, sick of religious extremists who ignore the plea for tolerance that is the fundamental concept of all the major religions, sick of the mindset that goes looking for conflict (including drunken rugbyheads), sick of stupid terrorists who thought they could achieve anything tangible by threatening to blow up innocent people, sick of nearly 120 odd of those innocent people written off as acceptable losses in what is classed somehow as a 'military success', sick of any ideology or wanker intellectual that may offer 'Oh, but there are no innocent people, not really' as an excuse. Piss off. I'm sick of the ongoing atrocities by both sides in the Middle East, and I'm sick of people I know, and random people in the street, getting sooooo upset about such petty little things, I'm sick of the fact that people are so willingly and so readily prepared to verbally abuse each other, and I'm sick of the fact I can't find my cycle computer. (Anyone seen it?) I'm sick of the fact the world puts so much stock in surface-level appearance, sick of consumerism and the fact I so blatantly subscribe to it, sick of cultural elitism, sick of the hypocrisy of the United States and sick of the hypocrisy of me. I'm sick of my geneal inertia and of feeling relatively useless quite often, and of being full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Goddamn it all to hell, the devil take the hindmost, a plague on both their houses, etc.

A jolly good venting indeed. Still, mustn't grumble.

On the plus side however, I did recieve an e-mail today from a girl in Canada I haven't seen since about 1990. Which was nice. If extremely strange. She saw her name on this site in Canada a while back and sent me an e-mail. This is weird. But kind of cool.

Oh, and the next person that spells 'loose' as 'lose' (or more often, vice versa) will be shot. SHOT, I say! And then probably keelhauled, just for good measure.

In conclusion:
Aaaaaaahhh Ohh Eeeaaaayyy
The Living Daylights (dadada.....Da Da)

Thank you and good night.