The Whining and Bitching Thread

I don't hand three resumes out, I hand roughly 20 out three times a week. Reading comprehension fail, cyanide.
 
@Vimana: Will you be attending a CC?

Yep. It's gonna be a busy summer. On the bright side, the schedule of classes is pretty convenient. I won't be taking more than one class at the same time, so I won't be totally slammed for time. The summer classes are so time-consuming.
 
OK, my turn at this.

A couple weeks ago, wee hours of the morning on a Saturday night, some assholes ripped the grill of the front of my car, and stole it. Now I normally kept my car in my one-car garage, but since we had gotten a new roommate shortly before the incident, I let him use the garage since he used his car more (and as a gesture of goodwill to a new friend). Well, this is how I'm repaid. Not three days have I been parking my car outside than some subhuman cuntbags vandalize my car.

I immediately put my car back in my garage, and now my new roommate parks it outside. He completely understands, and cares less about his car than I do. And I have no idea why, but if I'm being targeted, then it's best keep my car in a safe place from now on.

Had the police come take a look as soon as I found the grill missing. Had to file a report anyway in order for the insurance to pay for the repair. The cop said it was most likely an isolated incident. Some drunk hooligans and nothing more. This is Iowa City, after all. Big 10 school, Big 10 douchebags everywhere.

I was ready to put this all behind me and shrug it off, until today, when the cops called me and said they found my grill, on the ground just up the road. I had them drop it off at my apartment while I was still working on campus. Later in the day I went to the movies with a couple friends who drove me there, and then they drove me home afterward. I got out of the car in my apartment's driveway and remembered that my grill had gotten dropped off and said out loud "oh! The cops dropped off my grill!"

My friend who drove me looked puzzled and asked what I meant, and I explained to her "some half-bred scumbags ripped the grill off my car a couple weekends ago when my car was parked outside." Now those who know me know my voice is pretty loud, and the window of the apartment next to mine was open, but the blinds were closed. Immediately after I said that, I hear the blinds get whipped open, and I turn to see one of the people in the nextdoor apartment looking out the window. We make eye contact, and I walk inside and lock my doors.

Now this isn't conclusive evidence, but the people in my apartment nextdoor are stereotypical college hooligans. They party constantly, are loud and obnoxious, and when they're playing Call of Duty my whole apartment shakes like it's a bloody thunderstorm. The timing between my comment and the opening of the blinds suggests that it was a gut impulse to go to the window and see who was speaking. It was too quick to make an intelligent decision not to expose oneself like that. But again, not conclusive evidence so I'm pretty much powerless.

And another thing, which makes no difference objectively but would certainly complicate things if I had more conclusive evidence, is the fact that the person I made eye contact looked African American. The last thing I need is to have the race card pulled on me if I were to do any sort of investigating, asking questions or anything. It will be interpreted as profiling. So all I can do now is sit here and hope for the best. I locked eyes with that man, and if he had anything to do with it, I hope he puts it behind him too. Again, the damage is insured (and even if it wasn't, the repair wouldn't be much). But man, I like this apartment, and awkwardness/tension with the nextdoor neighbors does not make the most ideal environment.

Cliffs: I think a black guy might have vandalized my car, but don't have enough evidence to do anything about it.
 
That's some extremely weak evidence. If I heard some dude yelling outside my window, I'd also look outside to see who the fuck is jabbering. Sounds more like you just don't like your neighbor. Also, he's black so that immediately makes him more suspicious than he might really be.
 
Yep. It's gonna be a busy summer. On the bright side, the schedule of classes is pretty convenient. I won't be taking more than one class at the same time, so I won't be totally slammed for time. The summer classes are so time-consuming.

CCs can be a great start if you make the most of it. Given the general environment, it gives you a great opportunity to shine, to become a big fish in a small pond, so to speak, and to forge great relationships with your professors. I couldn't be happier with the experience I've gained from my CC and almost feel better prepared to be a junior at a 4-year university than my class mates. It's all of what you can make of it and with a CC you can make a lot more out of it than the status quo might present. When it comes time to transfer, there's a tuition scholarship to UMD for transfer students you may be interested in investigating. Also, Morgan, the institution I will be attending next Fall, offers what is essentially a full-ride scholarship that you may be interested in pursuing. There's many more opportunities, of course, that you'll have the next couple of years to investigate.
 
I keep getting real close to setting up a date on tinder but then the wench gets cold feet and stops replying.
 
I'm going to unload some steam here and generalize like a motherfucker. Just some observations that have been grating on my nerves lately...

I'm sick of EDM. I'm sick of hearing the acronym and how it applies to every other person's music taste these days. It just seems like a more thought out and justified ploy for men to be into music that is seductive towards the opposite sex. It's social music for social people who could care less about music otherwise.

I'm sick of being thrown off by people (particularly women) who are heavily pierced and tattooed, thinking I might have something in common with them when it comes to music taste. I'm by no means against bodily modification (even though I sometimes think it looks obnoxious), but it gets to the point where I wonder if they have any other interests other than their appearance. They usually don't and boring, frivolous, and obsessed with attention is the usual result of trying to get to know these people. Pass.

Indie music is not eclectic or challenging to listen to. It actually takes ears to appreciate, not intelligence, and indie is as inoffensive and crooning as music gets. How is this underground music again? Furthermore, I don't understand how people could be in their mid-late 20s, latch on to the stereotypes of a subculture, and deny it. It's a trend and you're following it. Admit it already or go back to high school equipped with swoopy hair so you can deny following a fad among your age group. Here is the incredibly uncomplicated solution for not being labeled a hipster: Take off a few articles of clothing, get some contacts, and throw out your tediously boring indie albums. Wow, I should just teach a class called "How Not to Conform to the Fashion and Aesthetic Taste of a Derogatory Subculture That You Don't Want Anything to Do With" and maybe a follow up rehabilitation class called "DEVELOPING YOUR OWN FUCKING TASTE IN MUSIC AND CLOTHING, PREFERABLY ONE THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE WAY YOUR PEERS VIEW YOU". I'd make one hell of a professor.
 
IIndie music is not eclectic or challenging to listen to. It actually takes ears to appreciate, not intelligence, and indie is as inoffensive and crooning as music gets. How is this underground music again? Furthermore, I don't understand how people could be in their mid-late 20s, latch on to the stereotypes of a subculture, and deny it. It's a trend and you're following it. Admit it already or go back to high school equipped with swoopy hair so you can deny following a fad among your age group. Here is the incredibly uncomplicated solution for not being labeled a hipster: Take off a few articles of clothing, get some contacts, and throw out your tediously boring indie albums. Wow, I should just teach a class called "How Not to Conform to the Fashion and Aesthetic Taste of a Derogatory Subculture That You Don't Want Anything to Do With" and maybe a follow up rehabilitation class called "DEVELOPING YOUR OWN FUCKING TASTE IN MUSIC AND CLOTHING, PREFERABLY ONE THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE WAY YOUR PEERS VIEW YOU". I'd make one hell of a professor.

It's not underground. Music labeled as "indie" and "alternative rock" is the most listened to music on the fucking planet [1][2]. What's happened to this whole indie "genre" is a nice example of this paradox of people being attracted to something that doesn't appear mainstream, as if it presented a good/interesting answer to a random person asking you "what music do you listen to". Yet inside the music is as accessible as they get - which is clear from the charts. Accessible and simple music is of course the most popular and that won't change in near future.

Similar thing is apparent in metal. A lot of people would listen to metal just because it's underground and strange, yet the most listened bands of theirs are those that are closest to mainstream genres in structure/composition. Trve kvlt metalheads on the other side claim how trve metal should be inaccessible and obscure, forming circles of posers who choose laughable imagery as their banner showing how much they don't give a shit about the opinion of others.

There's no way out of this except for throwing it all away and accepting that you can appreciate music with any tags, image, created by any person. The difference is in you and in how you like it.

[/blabber][/openminded]
 
It was raining yesterday and wow, people whipped out those ultrafaggot-shaped umbrellas. I mean, umbrellas are fucking gay as it is, but damn. Just choose a normal shape and a black color won't you? I really can't even describe the shapes. They either looked like props from a historic japanese movie or they had this deep arched shape I don't even know where that came from.
 
I left the last two slices of the pizza I bought in the fridge, specifically for me to eat today.

I wake up and they're gone. Next person to steal from me is getting broken fingers.
 
I left the last two slices of the pizza I bought in the fridge, specifically for me to eat today.

I wake up and they're gone. Next person to steal from me is getting broken fingers.

Was that your girlfriend's mother? I smell murder time.