Problems

So I have a problem. I guess it's more something I am unhappy about, but in there lies the problem. The thing that is bothering is something that very few people would feel sorry about. You see, I'm pretty certain that I am getting a B in one of my classes. I haven't had a B since 1st semester of high school, which was in band, so that's just crap. I haven't had a B in 4 years. Sure it's in Math 250, a class that just kicks asses, but I still expect A's from myself. I think about it through the semester what I anticipate receiving and account for a B or two, but I expect A's anyway. I did this last semester and I pulled it out, but now this is different. It's different expecting a B, when you can still pull out an A and exceed expectations, and knowing your getting a B. I'm probably overreacting; I just took the test this morning and it won't be graded till next week, but it's fair to assume nothing higher than a B when I didn't even have the time to attempt a question that was 15% of the test score.
Whatever, like I said, I don't expect pity for a B. It was bound to happen sometime; I just don't like it happening so soon. Until next time, have fun, live life, and don't die. Good night folks.

You know what this means!

Seriously, another post can only mean one thing... I have homework I'm not currently doing! As soon as I'm done with this (and by done with this is after I'm done with this and anything else I can do to procrastinate) I will start typing a paper that needs to be two pages too long. Seriously, two or pages is more than enough and four is just ridiculous.
On to other things. You know, I thought going through asking girls to dances was done after high school, not that I did that too much back then, but I was still excited for it to be done. Then Damascus Road has to go out and have a prom of their own. Here's the problem, I know who I'd like to ask, but it's not that simple. I've been told repeatedly that I can't just ask her like I would for a normal date which can be difficult enough as it is. No, I have to do something special, and that poses a whole new set of problems. I need to figure out what to do, I have to get people to help me to do it, I have to make sure she'll say yes before I put time, effort, and potentially money into it, and this means getting people to do spy work for me and that's even more of a hassle. What's wrong with just saying, "would you like to go to the dance with me?" I don't mean like a, "hey, wanna-go-dance-wit-me?" grunt, or doing it with a text, but properly asking her as I would for a regular date? Is it really that big of a deal? It's just adding unnecessary stress, and I'm not sure she'll even really appreciate it. Would it be worth it, especially if she'd say yes anyways? Will she really be as offended as Kris believe any girl would be? I know the people giving me the advice are more experienced or at least know more then me, but it's hard to want to listen to it sometimes, especially with time winding down as it is. For now, I'll just play it by ear, but I've been doing that for awhile now. Sooner or later, I'll have to actually make a plan. Until next time, have fun, live life, and don't die. Good night folks.

LIES!

Sorry, but I still haven't gotten around to what I promised in my last post. Maybe that's not really a lie, but whatever. Also, again I find myself in the position where I'm using my blog to procrastinate, sorry about that.
As for life, I'm still dealing with my problem where I don't know when to stop talking. I just ramble on and on about nothing, repeating myself and going in circles, more often than not digging a deeper and deeper hole with whoever I'm talking to (most often in this case it's a girl or two), not shutting up long after I should have-
"STOP TALKING, STIBRICH!!!" -David Meyer
Why thank you David, helping me learn when to stop even in my blog. I appreciate that. See though, I have a problem. Unfortunately I've been this way for a long time, so change will be difficult. On the plus side, my friends have never been quite so helpful or have the girls been so legitimately terrifying when angry (I mean this in the most complimentary way possible Kris, Andrea, and a few others). Perhaps this means that there is hope, that I may actually change. For my future wife's sake, this better mean that I can change, or for my own sake, my future wife will just have patients never before seen amongst man-kind... yeah, I better work towards the first one. Until next time, have fun, live life, and don't die. Good night folks.

Pre-Post

I intend to elaborate much more on this, in a later post when I have more time, and when I do, it will probably be more of an essay. I just have to spill some of my initial reactions coming back from Haiti. Many things are now foreign here in America. It's all felt so odd since I returned. The culture, I just can't understand it anymore. We complain about Government healthcare, but in Haiti, the problem is they have no government. Nothing to really help them in times of need, whereas in America, we have so much, and even at our worst are better off than many countries. I don't mean to belittle any American disasters, but it means something different when you have your own means to help yourself. New Orleans may not have received the greatest help from the American Government, but the American people were able to step up and give them the relief they need. Haiti is almost completely dependent on international aid. The people of Haiti are strong and resilient, and I love them, but they had no government or resources to rebuild and recover. Most of the aid comes internationally. New Orleans still received international help, but America is so great, we have the means to have done it all on our own. Haiti and many others have no such luxury. If the international community left Haiti to itself, it would whither. The strength of the people can only go so far. I'm not saying they needed American help and Dollars, just help and money to do what they are capable of.
Our government can take care of its people, and I won't speak out against them doing it. It isn't socialist, nor is it necessarily being done right. But they can help, and people need to understand the power and responsibility of that 'can'.
Now, I apologize. My thoughts are a underdeveloped, and what I mean is not always clear or coherent. This is merely my initial thoughts, and I plan to attack somewhat the same topic more thoroughly when I have the time. If you understand and agree, thank you, but if you don't, please wait till my next post. That should be much clearer. Until next time, have fun, live life, and don't die. Good night folks.

Inside jokes

Oh how I miss them. This is such a hard part about moving on to a new part of your life, all with new friends. You start back over with inside jokes. No one anymore understands about evil, soul eating pelicans, or understands why any topic involving queen of England would make me uncomfortable. That's what they said would only lead to me receiving odd looks and no one would find :):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)as funny as I do. An emo button is meaningless, just as asking me about a coma is not funny. No one would understand why they need to take a number, currently serving 98,567,125. Umbrellas are not awkward, and rickshaws are just another mode of transportation. The time is just the time, and what does that have to do with the Game?
Everything has to start over and new jokes must be made. Until next time, have fun, live life, and don't die. Yeeeaaaaahhhhhhh buddy! Good night folks.

How this is going down.

So it seems some are unsatisfied with my lack of actually saying things in my posts. Sorry, but this is just how it's gonna be. My blog, I'll say however much or little I want in as few or many words I want (hint: it will probably be the later). Don't expect any different than what you're getting. Maybe eventually I find a direction and stick with it, but for now, I'll post whatever I feel like typing. If I have something I want to say, I'll say it, if not, I'll ramble on like I have. I'm not writing it for anyone. It's more of a public journal others can read so they can better understand who I am.
Anyway, that's that, and in other news, I need to post my list somewhere as I am already forgetting it. For anyone who stumbles upon my blog (as everyone of my follows are well aware of these lists), this is a list of my top five celebrates that I would marry, or something like that. In no particular order:
1. Kristin Kreuk
2. Abby Eliot
3. Olivia Wilde
4. Mia Wasikowska
5. Unfortunatly, I cannot remember my 5th one.
This is an ongoing list, so it will continue to change. If it does, or if I remember my last one, I'll repost it here. Until next time, have fun, live life, and don't die. Good night folks.

Sleep?

I sit here, at 3:38, Saturday morning. I'm tired and know I should go to bed, yet I'm not. I don't know why. I'm not doing anything. The only reason that I'm posting is because I've run out of other things to do... that's not even right. "Do" implies action. I hardly think sitting in front of a computer. clicking through web pages counts as action. Do I even have anything to say? No. Clearly not, as I have now obviously reached the point of utter meaninglessness and rambling. No, that is not true. I was at that point from the very beginning. This post is the very meaning of my blog title. This truly is endless rabble.
That is one thing. It may be that I am misusing rabble in my title. It normally refers crudely to lower classes of people, imagined to be dirty and ragged. If you look it up however, it also can mean "a disorganized or confused collection of things" and now you see that this is perfect for my blog. I like to do that: use the anterior definitions; the ones people don't primarily think of. Sometimes this backfires. My brother and sister will still make fun of me for using menagerie in a completely correct context, but it fit in with the 4th definition, not the 1st, so they believe I was wrong. I totally wasn't.
Seriously, I know you don't care. I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this because I have nothing to do and don't want to go to bed yet for who knows what reason. I mean, if you are even still reading this, then you have more issues than I do at this point. Seriously, I'm never going to say anything. Give up and do something productive. I shouldn't be able to bring us both down. This is ridiculous.
This is random, I know, but on a different topic I have a person or two that I an just sick of. Like, I really can't wait till summer in this particular case or two so that I can get a brake from them. This doesn't necessarily mean anything bad about them. I've felt the same way in the past about someone who is now one of my best friends. It just happens from time to time between me and someone when for whatever reason, we just annoy each other and it won't stop until we can get a brake from each other. At this point, it may prove to be nothing, or we may continue on like this. I don't know.
I'm just rambling at this point. Whatever it takes to keep going...again, seriously?!!?1?!??!1?!??2??ONE You are still reading? Come on, get a life I can't believe this. Not only have I been saying nothing in as many words as possible, but I have also mocked you and complained about something completely inane. If you are still reading this, I'm not sure we can still be friends because you clearly have issues that require professional help before you hurt somebody.
Yeah, I really should go to bed now. Until next time, have fun, live life, and don't die. Good night folks.