This rant, like many others, will have little to no point. Just to warn you all in advance. I'd like to start off by talking about crappy teachers. LIke my geography teacher. I got a crappy mark (crappy for me at least) on an essay I wrote, just because he didn't agree with my views in the last paragraph. Yeah, that's right. We had a damn essy in geography! What the hell is wrong with him, dammit? Anyway, if I don't bring my mark in that class up, my parents are gonna kill me, so I'm a little pissed off. Stupid school... what's the point of me going, anyway. With the career I want, I think it's a waste of time. I'm still gonna go, but it's so boring. See, I want to be a singer when I'm older, but instead of taking a musical theatre course to help me along, I had to take a damn math class! Not that I'd get a good roll in the musical. I'm too shy. It's stupid, as it's obvious to anyone wasting their time by reading this, that I'm a very outgoing, maybe even opinionated person. But I'm shy as hell. I sang in a karaoke for the first time in my life on last Thursday though. It was pretty cool. I liked it. After I got over the stage fright, with about ten seconds left in the song. I sang "Life", by Our Lady Peace. Good song. I like it. I like a lot of music, but my tastes really vary. I'm be listening to heavy electric guitars one minute, then happy, perky *shudder* pop music the next. Well, that's all I'm thinking about for now... except for the point of rants? What's the point of them? I know very few people will read this, and if they do, then what're they gonna do? Get moved by it? Hardly. This is a bunch of bullshit I'm writing, that no one but whoever's reading this right now will ever see. But hell, I think I know why now. It's an easy way to get rid of stress. Yay, lack of stress. Must get rid of it all before Friday (It's Tuesday right now, since I'm assuming anyone reading this is too lazy to check the calender to see what day June 12 is). See, Friday is my birthday. I like birthdays. I hate getting older, considering I'm not a mature person at all, but still. It's fun to have an excuse to hang out with friends, and get presents. I may even tell everyone what I got when I get back from my weekend party. Sadly, no guys are coming. But it'll still be cool. Well, in closing, think about me every June 15, as it is my birthday. Thank you. So, to leave you with semi-cryptic thoughts, where does the universe end?