Sunday, August 29, 2010
YET ANOTHER REALIZATION
I have found out that I only like to surround myself with people who are actually intelligent and don't act like dumbasses or total jackasses all the time. This is probably why I hate Matt so much, because he is both 24/7, at least when he's around me. He always wants to talk. He thinks that in order to be human, you have to say SOMETHING every five seconds. He asked me once, "Why are you so quiet? Why aren't you saying anything?" Well, I don't HAVE to say anything if I don't want to, now do I? Paranoid-ass. That's another thing I don't like about him. I look past him, to read a sign or something, and he's like, "Why are you looking at me?" I can look at you if I want, can't I? I have a right to--not only as a human being, but as your "friend" too, which you seem to think I am. He thinks that I am one of his "closest" friends. That couldn't be father from the truth. I hardly know the kid.
God, I hate him so much I've devoted two blogs to smashing his ass. I need a hobby.
God, I hate him so much I've devoted two blogs to smashing his ass. I need a hobby.
Friday, August 20, 2010
SO LIKE I WAS LIKE
Just got back from high school retreat. My mother was there. It was fun. Not really. Well, it was fine. I got sore from playing Ninja and some sophomore got all chummy with me. I was like, SHIT, I just wanted to have fun dueling Yu-Gi-Oh cards with Jared, and now I've got THIS on my ass, too.
Oh yeah, and have I mentioned that Matt is being even more of a little whiny bitch than he usually is?
He asked me today, "How come you never want to hang out with me and Josh? Like, we're your closest friends and you go and hang out with people you don't even know. Why do you always avoid us?"
Okay, EVERYTHING was wrong with that statement. One, I DO "hang out" with them--I just usually go away because Matt is complaining all the damned time and I'm never feeling up to dealing with his girly bullshit. Two, they are not my "closest friends", Josh is my brother and Matt is just my friend. I don't even know him that well, besides the fact that I know he's a paranoid-ass bitch. Three, when I hang out with these "other people", I actually know them--longer and better than I have Matt himself, so he needs to shut the fuck up. Four, I NEVER avoid them. Whenever I see them, I say, "Hey, what's up?" and then they just start talking and usually Matt fucks it up with asking me some stupidass question like, "Why are you so mean to me? Why do you ignore me?" Well maybe I don't want to have to deal with your whiny ass, you stupid fuck.
So I'm just sitting there, on some steps, too tired to move or even deal with his shit, waiting for him to finally give up, and he does. "Fine, be that way. You only care about yourself." (something along those lines)
Oh, I'm sorry, was that supposed to be an insult? No, YOU only care about yourself--you are a spoiled little rich boy who has had everything bought and handed to him from the day he was born. And for the record, it has been proven that single children are fucked up in the head anyway, so from the very start you were wrong. I only wish he could hear himself.
Actually, I don't wish he could hear himself--so that the rest of us can point and laugh and make him feel bad about himself. Go get your parents to have sex and produce another child so that you have better things to do than whine to me that I don't "hang out" with you or "ignore" you, because the only reason I decide to not hang out with you and ignore you all the time is because you USED to be fun to hang out with, but then you got all whiny and bitchy about what I did to you and what I do to you now and now I don't want to even so much as look in your direction.
And I try not to stereotype races, but it's so hard when one particular race has made the same annoying stereotype to me all my life. I mean, there are cool black people out there that I know that aren't just plain annoying, but Matt is really hurting my openess to the african american culture. Not black people--african americans. Because I'm sure that africans and british africans and all that shiz are pretty cool people to be around.
Hell, Matt is HALF black. The other half is white. So I guess that means, interracial couples are cool but their children are devilspawn.
I don't wish he were dead, just less whiny and bitchy. I wish I had a nice, long and intelligent word for "whiny, bitchy, girly, and just plain annoying". Maybe if I look hard enough on the internet I can find one.
Oh yeah, and have I mentioned that Matt is being even more of a little whiny bitch than he usually is?
He asked me today, "How come you never want to hang out with me and Josh? Like, we're your closest friends and you go and hang out with people you don't even know. Why do you always avoid us?"
Okay, EVERYTHING was wrong with that statement. One, I DO "hang out" with them--I just usually go away because Matt is complaining all the damned time and I'm never feeling up to dealing with his girly bullshit. Two, they are not my "closest friends", Josh is my brother and Matt is just my friend. I don't even know him that well, besides the fact that I know he's a paranoid-ass bitch. Three, when I hang out with these "other people", I actually know them--longer and better than I have Matt himself, so he needs to shut the fuck up. Four, I NEVER avoid them. Whenever I see them, I say, "Hey, what's up?" and then they just start talking and usually Matt fucks it up with asking me some stupidass question like, "Why are you so mean to me? Why do you ignore me?" Well maybe I don't want to have to deal with your whiny ass, you stupid fuck.
So I'm just sitting there, on some steps, too tired to move or even deal with his shit, waiting for him to finally give up, and he does. "Fine, be that way. You only care about yourself." (something along those lines)
Oh, I'm sorry, was that supposed to be an insult? No, YOU only care about yourself--you are a spoiled little rich boy who has had everything bought and handed to him from the day he was born. And for the record, it has been proven that single children are fucked up in the head anyway, so from the very start you were wrong. I only wish he could hear himself.
Actually, I don't wish he could hear himself--so that the rest of us can point and laugh and make him feel bad about himself. Go get your parents to have sex and produce another child so that you have better things to do than whine to me that I don't "hang out" with you or "ignore" you, because the only reason I decide to not hang out with you and ignore you all the time is because you USED to be fun to hang out with, but then you got all whiny and bitchy about what I did to you and what I do to you now and now I don't want to even so much as look in your direction.
And I try not to stereotype races, but it's so hard when one particular race has made the same annoying stereotype to me all my life. I mean, there are cool black people out there that I know that aren't just plain annoying, but Matt is really hurting my openess to the african american culture. Not black people--african americans. Because I'm sure that africans and british africans and all that shiz are pretty cool people to be around.
Hell, Matt is HALF black. The other half is white. So I guess that means, interracial couples are cool but their children are devilspawn.
I don't wish he were dead, just less whiny and bitchy. I wish I had a nice, long and intelligent word for "whiny, bitchy, girly, and just plain annoying". Maybe if I look hard enough on the internet I can find one.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
POURIN RAIN
I woke up early in the morning to the sound of thunder.
I like thunder, I love storms. It's nice when we get some rain every now and then. 8D So I sat there, listening to the rain pound my window, thinking of something to draw on graffiti for Elizabeth--like a red flower with rain in it.
Then suddenly, a thought occurs:
HOLY SHIT THE DOGS ARE OUTSIDE IN THE POURING RAIN!
I jump out of bed and go to my brother's room. He sleeps like a baby in this storm. I tell him, "Did you bring the dogs in?"
"No."
Well, obviously, since the dogs aren't in there.
"THEY ARE OUTSIDE IN THE RAIN!! IT'S RAINING AND THEY'RE OUTSIDE!"
I turn to go get my dogs. I turn off the alarm and open the door. Poor Hershey isn't even in any kind of shelter--she just sits there, in the middle of it all, looking like the saddest creature I've ever seen.
"Hershey! Come here, baby!" I call. Where was Zuzu? Five seconds later, here he comes, out of nowhere, waddling like a little drowned rat. Hershey is freaking out and keeps licking me, all grateful.
I turn and see my brother in the kitchen. "Go get them some towels," I tell him. I go turn the alarm back on.
I go back into the hallway that leads to mine and my brother's room, and I see my brother's back, walking towards his room. I TOLD YOU TO GO GET TOWELS, YOU FAT FUCK.
So I have to pull a towel out myself and dry the dogs off as best I can. Hershey first--she's bigger and has more water stuck in her slick fur. Zuzu just wants to play, and tugs on the towel.
So then I leave them to my brother's room and go back to my room and try to sleep, but it doesn't seem to be working. All I can think of is my poor dogs and my brother's selfish self, not even bothering. And he wants to consider them HIS dogs. Asshole.
So finally I went to sleep. I think I'll make that graffito now. 8D
I like thunder, I love storms. It's nice when we get some rain every now and then. 8D So I sat there, listening to the rain pound my window, thinking of something to draw on graffiti for Elizabeth--like a red flower with rain in it.
Then suddenly, a thought occurs:
HOLY SHIT THE DOGS ARE OUTSIDE IN THE POURING RAIN!
I jump out of bed and go to my brother's room. He sleeps like a baby in this storm. I tell him, "Did you bring the dogs in?"
"No."
Well, obviously, since the dogs aren't in there.
"THEY ARE OUTSIDE IN THE RAIN!! IT'S RAINING AND THEY'RE OUTSIDE!"
I turn to go get my dogs. I turn off the alarm and open the door. Poor Hershey isn't even in any kind of shelter--she just sits there, in the middle of it all, looking like the saddest creature I've ever seen.
"Hershey! Come here, baby!" I call. Where was Zuzu? Five seconds later, here he comes, out of nowhere, waddling like a little drowned rat. Hershey is freaking out and keeps licking me, all grateful.
I turn and see my brother in the kitchen. "Go get them some towels," I tell him. I go turn the alarm back on.
I go back into the hallway that leads to mine and my brother's room, and I see my brother's back, walking towards his room. I TOLD YOU TO GO GET TOWELS, YOU FAT FUCK.
So I have to pull a towel out myself and dry the dogs off as best I can. Hershey first--she's bigger and has more water stuck in her slick fur. Zuzu just wants to play, and tugs on the towel.
So then I leave them to my brother's room and go back to my room and try to sleep, but it doesn't seem to be working. All I can think of is my poor dogs and my brother's selfish self, not even bothering. And he wants to consider them HIS dogs. Asshole.
So finally I went to sleep. I think I'll make that graffito now. 8D
TWENTY
Twentieth post. Hoo-zah!
Anyway, tonight we went to go see a movie at the church--To Save A Life. It was pretty epic. People died. There was tons of drama, but it wasn't like melodramatic shit where people make their own problems and wonder how in the world it happened. It was drama where they knew how it happened but they didn't know how to fix it, at least not without Jesus. 8D But that's the thing, in this movie. They didn't mention Jesus or the Gospel once. o.0 So I wonder about their motives behind this movie...
Most of it was about this guy trying to make up for neglecting his old best friend, who had saved his life once. The kid killed himself because he felt totally and utterly alone. Shot himself in the head AT SCHOOL. >.< What a better way to go--blow your brains out at school, just to prove a point. But hey, at least it made people change their minds about the people you "don't see" in school.
I liked it, for the most part. Some parts were hilarious and downright cheesy (but were made to be cheesy/corny, so that was ok). Others I nearly wanted to cry. 8D But I didn't cry until the end, not that much anyway.
It made me wonder if I'm one of those people--the ones nobody sees, or everyone sees and doesn't give a shit about. Or if I'm one of those on the other side--I see those that need friendship, but I'm too shy to go up and do it myself. I think I'm a little bit of both.
That's why I love the interwebs so much--there's so much anonimity that nobody really gives a rat's ass who you are or where you live. I can be outgoing on the net--in real life, I don't know what, but something inside me just doesn't want to go up to random people and say, "hi". I can be introduced and be cordial or whatever, but if I'm going to attempt making friends with people, I need to be introduced by a friend or something. Even then, I don't know how to start a conversation. I guess I could start with stuff like,
"Do you like Pokemon?" or "What's your favorite video game?" If the answer is "no" or "call of duty 4", then I'm guessing we can't be great friends. xD
But... yeah. I want to be an outgoing-ish sort of person, but I just don't have the social skills. And I think people who don't know me all that well find it hard to talk to me when it's not on a regular basis, so they just give up. Which I understand, because they just want a typical shallow friend relationship. Well, I'm not that kind of friend--I like to know my friends on a deeper, more personal level. I know that their favorite color is green or red, but I'll never remember their birthday because they'll be sure to tell me anyway. xD
Anyway, tonight we went to go see a movie at the church--To Save A Life. It was pretty epic. People died. There was tons of drama, but it wasn't like melodramatic shit where people make their own problems and wonder how in the world it happened. It was drama where they knew how it happened but they didn't know how to fix it, at least not without Jesus. 8D But that's the thing, in this movie. They didn't mention Jesus or the Gospel once. o.0 So I wonder about their motives behind this movie...
Most of it was about this guy trying to make up for neglecting his old best friend, who had saved his life once. The kid killed himself because he felt totally and utterly alone. Shot himself in the head AT SCHOOL. >.< What a better way to go--blow your brains out at school, just to prove a point. But hey, at least it made people change their minds about the people you "don't see" in school.
I liked it, for the most part. Some parts were hilarious and downright cheesy (but were made to be cheesy/corny, so that was ok). Others I nearly wanted to cry. 8D But I didn't cry until the end, not that much anyway.
It made me wonder if I'm one of those people--the ones nobody sees, or everyone sees and doesn't give a shit about. Or if I'm one of those on the other side--I see those that need friendship, but I'm too shy to go up and do it myself. I think I'm a little bit of both.
That's why I love the interwebs so much--there's so much anonimity that nobody really gives a rat's ass who you are or where you live. I can be outgoing on the net--in real life, I don't know what, but something inside me just doesn't want to go up to random people and say, "hi". I can be introduced and be cordial or whatever, but if I'm going to attempt making friends with people, I need to be introduced by a friend or something. Even then, I don't know how to start a conversation. I guess I could start with stuff like,
"Do you like Pokemon?" or "What's your favorite video game?" If the answer is "no" or "call of duty 4", then I'm guessing we can't be great friends. xD
But... yeah. I want to be an outgoing-ish sort of person, but I just don't have the social skills. And I think people who don't know me all that well find it hard to talk to me when it's not on a regular basis, so they just give up. Which I understand, because they just want a typical shallow friend relationship. Well, I'm not that kind of friend--I like to know my friends on a deeper, more personal level. I know that their favorite color is green or red, but I'll never remember their birthday because they'll be sure to tell me anyway. xD
Thursday, August 5, 2010
HATE MY SCANNER
For some reason, it doesn't want to scan today.
So I complain to my hubby on fb that it's not working and I tell him, I'm gunna burn it and he will do it with me. So he says cool and I say:
If you've got the gasoline, I've got the matches
And I felt that it was so brilliant that I have to put it into a poem or song of some sort.
But I'm not creative enough to write songs. Maybe a poem and then transform it into a song... but whatevs. I like that line. 8D
So I complain to my hubby on fb that it's not working and I tell him, I'm gunna burn it and he will do it with me. So he says cool and I say:
If you've got the gasoline, I've got the matches
And I felt that it was so brilliant that I have to put it into a poem or song of some sort.
But I'm not creative enough to write songs. Maybe a poem and then transform it into a song... but whatevs. I like that line. 8D
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
REALIZATION
I've been bitching for the past few blogs.
Ah, well. What're you gunna do?
I want to sit on my roof and watch the stars.
The night always makes me feel better. Some people hate the dark and night and all that. But I love it. It means that the sun isn't beating down on you like the romans did to Jesus. It's warm in the summer, but it's not hotter than Satan's toenails.
If it were hotter than Satan's toenails, I'd have been living in Cali from the start. No way in hell is my family going through five AC units each year.
Behind me, Teen Mom is on. It's annoying. People are yelling at each other. They're like, "I want my baby. I want to get away from my mom. Ever since the baby, life just sucks." WELL NO SHIT. YOU decided to open your legs, it's nobody else's fault that you got pregnant and all this shit happened.
Besides, there are tons of other teen moms out there, and I don't see them giving you any shit about their life. Just do us all a favor and drop dead, please.
No, not really. I just hate watching that show and for some reason my sisters love it. They make it an occasion. "Do you want to come over to my house and watch Teen Mom?" "No, I'll watch it here, besides... excuseexcuseexcuse..."
There I go, bitching again. Dammit.
I want to write, but I don't know what about. And I want it to be somewhat legit, but I don't have all the time in the world to be typing.
Hell.
Ah, well. What're you gunna do?
I want to sit on my roof and watch the stars.
The night always makes me feel better. Some people hate the dark and night and all that. But I love it. It means that the sun isn't beating down on you like the romans did to Jesus. It's warm in the summer, but it's not hotter than Satan's toenails.
If it were hotter than Satan's toenails, I'd have been living in Cali from the start. No way in hell is my family going through five AC units each year.
Behind me, Teen Mom is on. It's annoying. People are yelling at each other. They're like, "I want my baby. I want to get away from my mom. Ever since the baby, life just sucks." WELL NO SHIT. YOU decided to open your legs, it's nobody else's fault that you got pregnant and all this shit happened.
Besides, there are tons of other teen moms out there, and I don't see them giving you any shit about their life. Just do us all a favor and drop dead, please.
No, not really. I just hate watching that show and for some reason my sisters love it. They make it an occasion. "Do you want to come over to my house and watch Teen Mom?" "No, I'll watch it here, besides... excuseexcuseexcuse..."
There I go, bitching again. Dammit.
I want to write, but I don't know what about. And I want it to be somewhat legit, but I don't have all the time in the world to be typing.
Hell.
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