Why don't I rant any more?

I just started school again. (Yeah, I'm still in school, you wanna say something about it?). This is a new change that is going to require a bit of participation from my still nocturnal brain. I can't get up in the morning, can't go to sleep at night. What is this? Is my body revolting against the patterns of the public school system?
So I had a little observation from school.
"When did Hot Topic get so damn popular?"
Every fourth kid in the whole school seems to be covered in Hot Topic. All over. And then they either think that they're really bad ass because they shop at Hot Topic or they totally deny it, even if they're dressed head to foot in it.
One incident made me chuckle. During a class, someone wondered about how the year would turn out. This girl said, "The freshmen all live at Hot Topic."
One freshmen took offense to this and said, "I didn't get this at Hot Topic, I made it." It was a black t-shirt with two massive safety pins crossed over it. Ironically, though, she not only was wearing Hot Topic pants, she had gotten her huge safety pins at HOT TOPIC.
So, after all this, I was annoyed enough to wear a shirt that said, "save D.I.Y, BURN DOWN HOT TOPIC." It was a beautiful reaction. Every one either hated my shirt or loved it. I was satisfied.
All I was trying to do, (besides advertise my digust for Hot Topic) was unsettle them. They need a little poke now and then.
What made me really sad though, was another day, again in a class room. We were supposed to discuss what made us angry or concerned in the world. Three freshmen actually said, "I don't care what goes on in the world, it doesn't affect me."
You can imagine what my reaction was. I was pissed, irritated, and sad. I wanted to hit them in the face and say, "You think it doesn't affect you? You'll see, wont you?!!"
But I didn't. I raised an eyebrow and stayed quiet. And now I regret it.