Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

I found out today that another two of my chickens have died... Due to the lack of eggs my mom think that it's probably a snake, but I don't remember any one snake ever killing more than one (soemtimes two) chickens. Then again, it may jsut be the fact that my father always took care of the bodies instead of me... It's times like this, throwing depression in your face right when you've come out of it, that make me wonder what kind of psycopath devised the idea of life... Ironically, Grame was commenting on how gothic he thinks I'm becoming right before I left school.

In a not so unrelated vein, religion is a plague. I was bugged by some people today in Japanese class until I finally told them how my beliefs differed from orthodox christianity, and the boy diagonally from me at once began telling me how stupid my beliefs were and how wrong I was (So much for 'just wanting to know'). The boy in front of me began being his normal idiot self, and I told him so and told him so and that he needed to pay attention to the conversation. The boy behind me then told me that 'It's not a conversation if you're calling people names.' I couldn't get a word in edgewise after that. Then, the boy in front of me has enough gall to ask me to help him with his Japanese speech. *sigh*
Soon after, in theatre arts, we were watching the Producers (the old, better one), after the TV was turned off, I became aware of how jerky the table next to me was being (they had been being rude the entire time, but I wasn't paying attention until then). So, I moved back to my original table and proceeded to bang my head on it (partially as a diversion (I'm weird taht way) and partially because I was trying to block out the inane chatter nearby). Some girl in a pink sweater I don't even know told me to stop because I was shaking the table. I looked up at her to see if she was using it for anything, but she wasn't, so I looked back down and continued banging my head. She decides the best course of action is to shove the table into my retreating nose. I'd hate to think waht might have happened if I hadn't noticed what she was doing, those tables are hard! So, due to my normal anger issues, I shove the table into her chest with the intent of winding her (she just happened to be sitting at the perfect height to do that). Luckily we had a substitute today, and she didn't do anything about it since no one was hurt. Mr. Muller probably would have skinned me alive! While she left me alone for the rest of the period (only a few minutes), the event brought a lot of unwanted attention. I also have a feeling she'll be back hoping to get a rise out of me violent enough to get me in REAL trouble...
Well, at least anime club didn't suck, or else I might be on the brink of debilitating depression. Life sucks I guess...

Project: Entries like this don't help your case.

What? The one about me not being a goth?

Project: Exactly. WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!

Can you not read?