...MY SQUIDDLY-SPOOCH!"
Auuugh, but seriously, my intestines and stuff feel all out of whack today.
Perhaps it's just fury churning inside me causing this.
But if that's the case, it's totally worth it.
Gotta love fury.
Anyways...yeah. I've still got jealousy issues since the last journal I posted.
When was that...yesterday?
Cool.
So here's the emo rant in my journal.
I really need to learn to control my feelings. If I had magic powers like the X-Men or something, or if I was a spy like Casey, and I had a gun like him, I'd be shooting people like maniacs and breaking wrists and doing all sorts of stuff. In school, I have at least some self control, so you know, when everybody around me is pissing me off, I can easily slap on a smile and be all "Ha ha ha, that's funny!" about it. Andrew never called me back (I think I stated that in another entry), but he didn't really mention the movies, either. Well, that's his loss. Not like..the whole, going to the movies with me, but going to see Alice in Wonderland in general. It's a seriously kick-butt movie, and now he's gotta wait for it to come out on DVD. Poor little sucker. Anyways, my feelings, right. So last Saturday, Robyn and I slept over Mandy's house to restyle my Roxas wig (which turned out beautifully, by the way!), and apparently, I said that "I didn't want their help and they were doing a horrible job". I don't remember saying that at all, and Mandy/Robyn are frequently putting words into my mouth, but you know...slappy-grinny-technique. I tried to interrogate Mandy about the matter today, and she just denied all my calls of "I never said that!" and "You're putting words in my mouth!" and insisted she was right. Like always, I think I'm right, but even the greatest of warriors admit defeat. Of course, I won't do it as nobley (is that a word), but whatever. In other news, that Saturday night, I was beating myself up after they said that stuff about what I "said" to them, so I cried. The entire night. I went to sleep around...oh, let's see. Ponyo finished about...12:45/1:00...so, we went upstairs, Robyn and Mandy ignored me for twenty minutes or so, then everybody tried to go to sleep. I cried for a good half an hour (and Mandy teased me about it today, which only made me want to cry again--what good friends I have.) so, I prolly went to bed around 2:00-ish. I also used up most of her tissues in that box, so I hope she doesn't need those any time soon.
I'll give your eyes chance to recooperate with that minor break in my emo rant. Anyways, so yeah, I cried the entire night. The next morning, I had to beg for their forgiveness (which quite frankly, at that point I didn't want, but I needed it for my wig), so then we worked on my wig. It came out beautiful (no thanks to me and my fail-styling) and then we played Cooking Mama with Mandy's younger sister. I cried last night, and today, too. Goddammit, I'm such a sissy.
Well, alrighty, then. That was fun.
I really feel refreshed.
Perhaps I should go cut my wrists with butter knives.
My wrists aren't good enough for real knives, you know.
Ahahahaha, I'm so funny.
Anyways.....I don't want to talk to this dumb internet anymore.
Oh, I've also been like...cyberbullying Mandy's friend.
He's probably her new best friend, and I'll admit, I'm pissed off and insanely jealous.
He knows stuff I don't even know.
Today, Mandy claimed it was "stuff I don't care about", but does she bother to believe me when I say I care about everything she says?!
No.
Of course not.
Nobody ever listens to me, not unless I'm threatening them.
That kinda puts me in the "Bad Cop" section of town, which isn't really where I want to be.
Of course, I don't wanna be a "Good Cop" either.
I wanna be in the "Neutral Cop" section, so that near the end of one of the season's last episodes, I can make a life-changing decision and finally choose to be good or bad.
Chances are I'd choose bad, but who doesn't love suspense?
Well, now I think I'm done.
You're all idiots.
Auuugh, but seriously, my intestines and stuff feel all out of whack today.
Perhaps it's just fury churning inside me causing this.
But if that's the case, it's totally worth it.
Gotta love fury.
Anyways...yeah. I've still got jealousy issues since the last journal I posted.
When was that...yesterday?
Cool.
So here's the emo rant in my journal.
I really need to learn to control my feelings. If I had magic powers like the X-Men or something, or if I was a spy like Casey, and I had a gun like him, I'd be shooting people like maniacs and breaking wrists and doing all sorts of stuff. In school, I have at least some self control, so you know, when everybody around me is pissing me off, I can easily slap on a smile and be all "Ha ha ha, that's funny!" about it. Andrew never called me back (I think I stated that in another entry), but he didn't really mention the movies, either. Well, that's his loss. Not like..the whole, going to the movies with me, but going to see Alice in Wonderland in general. It's a seriously kick-butt movie, and now he's gotta wait for it to come out on DVD. Poor little sucker. Anyways, my feelings, right. So last Saturday, Robyn and I slept over Mandy's house to restyle my Roxas wig (which turned out beautifully, by the way!), and apparently, I said that "I didn't want their help and they were doing a horrible job". I don't remember saying that at all, and Mandy/Robyn are frequently putting words into my mouth, but you know...slappy-grinny-technique. I tried to interrogate Mandy about the matter today, and she just denied all my calls of "I never said that!" and "You're putting words in my mouth!" and insisted she was right. Like always, I think I'm right, but even the greatest of warriors admit defeat. Of course, I won't do it as nobley (is that a word), but whatever. In other news, that Saturday night, I was beating myself up after they said that stuff about what I "said" to them, so I cried. The entire night. I went to sleep around...oh, let's see. Ponyo finished about...12:45/1:00...so, we went upstairs, Robyn and Mandy ignored me for twenty minutes or so, then everybody tried to go to sleep. I cried for a good half an hour (and Mandy teased me about it today, which only made me want to cry again--what good friends I have.) so, I prolly went to bed around 2:00-ish. I also used up most of her tissues in that box, so I hope she doesn't need those any time soon.
I'll give your eyes chance to recooperate with that minor break in my emo rant. Anyways, so yeah, I cried the entire night. The next morning, I had to beg for their forgiveness (which quite frankly, at that point I didn't want, but I needed it for my wig), so then we worked on my wig. It came out beautiful (no thanks to me and my fail-styling) and then we played Cooking Mama with Mandy's younger sister. I cried last night, and today, too. Goddammit, I'm such a sissy.
Well, alrighty, then. That was fun.
I really feel refreshed.
Perhaps I should go cut my wrists with butter knives.
My wrists aren't good enough for real knives, you know.
Ahahahaha, I'm so funny.
Anyways.....I don't want to talk to this dumb internet anymore.
Oh, I've also been like...cyberbullying Mandy's friend.
He's probably her new best friend, and I'll admit, I'm pissed off and insanely jealous.
He knows stuff I don't even know.
Today, Mandy claimed it was "stuff I don't care about", but does she bother to believe me when I say I care about everything she says?!
No.
Of course not.
Nobody ever listens to me, not unless I'm threatening them.
That kinda puts me in the "Bad Cop" section of town, which isn't really where I want to be.
Of course, I don't wanna be a "Good Cop" either.
I wanna be in the "Neutral Cop" section, so that near the end of one of the season's last episodes, I can make a life-changing decision and finally choose to be good or bad.
Chances are I'd choose bad, but who doesn't love suspense?
Well, now I think I'm done.
You're all idiots.
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "I thought you were a little different. Great way to start my morning." -- One of the Only Things that ever Made Me Cry, from a message from K y o F o o c h a.
God, I'm a horrible person...
God, I'm a horrible person...
