Ok, I won't hang myself... I'LL HANG THEM INSTEAD! No, hanging is too humane... I want to turn them into tiny bug-like organisms so that I can step on them with the heel of my shoe. Step on them and go round and round! I'll pour a gallon of gasoline over their gooey and green remains and set them on fire so that nothing will be left of them but ashes... I'm soooooo pissed. Fcking pissed.
I'm sick of their pompous heads, so full of themselves.
They've developed an acute sense of superiority, that since they're so smart, they can do anything they want. That anything they do is RIGHT! Right?
I'm complaining... YES I'M COMPLAINING! I'm complaining because no matter what I do, certain people will always tell me, "Suck it in and live with them." Since I can't change them and their convoluted ways, I'll just splatter my thoughts all over the place... Loudly.
Oh, by the way... one person I'm yapping about is a teacher.
I've been cursed to have subject teachers that would make the ugliest devils cower in fear or laugh like crazy. I know I'm not alone in this world with teachers like these. Let me just put it this way: she looks 30-ish, is suffering from, I believe, PMS... Permanent Menustral/Pre-Menopausal Syndrome... single...
I'm jiggling with annoyance... I don't know how to straighten my thoughts. If I'm going to think about her more, I'm going to explode. Wasting her time, she says? If she only explains those parts that can't be explained by the reporter instead of launching into a reprimanding session, then the world could possibly be a better place. But nooooooo...... I'd like to kick her bottom... if she ever has one.
*BOOM!*
20060309
Mush! Mush!
I can't believe my blood-shot eyes! It's still 1:38am! And the rain, oh dear.
After one local show that features gory stuff every Wednesday night, I walked around the house with empty hands and a nearly equally empty mind. I couldn't sleep. I just HAD to do something that would rival the effects of two sleeping pills.
The thing that would lead me to this point I spied lying on a table, among manila paper, envelopes, markers, forgotten three-in-one coffee sachets, magazines, reciepts, and an assorment of more paper. It's a blue book that's long overdue. The owner hasn't bugged me about it, so I eventually forgot about it. I promised to return it to her wrapped with plastic. A promise unresolved for almost a year now. "Sheesh," I thought, "better get to work on that promise."
As I wrapped the book, I kept glancing at the green figure in front with a yellow star above her head. BANG! It was then I suddenly came to terms with myself, after years of alternately denying and approving it to myself, that I like mushy stuff. I like sentimental stories. I look for that giggling-kid-who-got-kissed-by-the-cute-girl-in-class feeling whenever I watch movies, whenever I read books. I picture myself as the main character, hoping that the events could happen to me in real life.
Heavens, help me. Have I turned into a corny bowl of mush?
Here, let me enumerate some examples from my list of favorite movies and books to give you a clearer picture (not arranged in any particular order):
1. Sleepless in Seattle
2. Bridge to Terabithia
3. Stargirl (this is the book, by the way)
4. Serendipity
5. Stardust
6. One Fine Day
7. Got To Believe (thanks, Jade.Ü)
8. How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days
... well, that's the least of it... you get the point, don't you?
Dr. Phil, where are you? I need to know if I'm still a guy! Or if this is just a pre-adult stage that would eventually die away....
*ahem*
Anyway, moving on...
The pressures of the final weeks of the school year is starting to grip my throat... and I can't think properly! It seems like there's a deadline to fulfill everyday and the only way to fulfill all of those is not to fulfill any and just drop dead right here where I'm sitting.
Expectations arise here and there, with myself and others... There's but three weeks to go and I feel like all hell is breaking loose and I'm first party to the ruckus it is causing. I'm gearing myself for the worst, if this still isn't.
Pre-summer days. Dammit. I think what's pressuring me is the required class I NEED (it's imperative) to take this summer... holy... That's more than a month taken off from what's supposed to be a time for rest, relaxation, and rejuvenation!
Boo-hoo. I might have to resign to the fact that after this summer is over, I would be looking ten years older than I should, with eye-bags heavier than ever...
I need to take a break... a long break from anything that's connected to school, if I'm to survive the next (and hopefully the last) year of school. There are times when I feel like it's finally over... only to find out that my troubles have just begun.
Hey, worse comes to worst, you won't be hearing from me in any blog of mine forever. And I might just turn that little flashimation up there into a reality...
... now, if only I could find a necktie striped like that... and a straightjacket, while I'm at it...
After one local show that features gory stuff every Wednesday night, I walked around the house with empty hands and a nearly equally empty mind. I couldn't sleep. I just HAD to do something that would rival the effects of two sleeping pills.
The thing that would lead me to this point I spied lying on a table, among manila paper, envelopes, markers, forgotten three-in-one coffee sachets, magazines, reciepts, and an assorment of more paper. It's a blue book that's long overdue. The owner hasn't bugged me about it, so I eventually forgot about it. I promised to return it to her wrapped with plastic. A promise unresolved for almost a year now. "Sheesh," I thought, "better get to work on that promise."
As I wrapped the book, I kept glancing at the green figure in front with a yellow star above her head. BANG! It was then I suddenly came to terms with myself, after years of alternately denying and approving it to myself, that I like mushy stuff. I like sentimental stories. I look for that giggling-kid-who-got-kissed-by-the-cute-girl-in-class feeling whenever I watch movies, whenever I read books. I picture myself as the main character, hoping that the events could happen to me in real life.
Heavens, help me. Have I turned into a corny bowl of mush?
Here, let me enumerate some examples from my list of favorite movies and books to give you a clearer picture (not arranged in any particular order):
1. Sleepless in Seattle
2. Bridge to Terabithia
3. Stargirl (this is the book, by the way)
4. Serendipity
5. Stardust
6. One Fine Day
7. Got To Believe (thanks, Jade.Ü)
8. How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days
... well, that's the least of it... you get the point, don't you?
Dr. Phil, where are you? I need to know if I'm still a guy! Or if this is just a pre-adult stage that would eventually die away....
*ahem*
Anyway, moving on...
The pressures of the final weeks of the school year is starting to grip my throat... and I can't think properly! It seems like there's a deadline to fulfill everyday and the only way to fulfill all of those is not to fulfill any and just drop dead right here where I'm sitting.
Expectations arise here and there, with myself and others... There's but three weeks to go and I feel like all hell is breaking loose and I'm first party to the ruckus it is causing. I'm gearing myself for the worst, if this still isn't.
Pre-summer days. Dammit. I think what's pressuring me is the required class I NEED (it's imperative) to take this summer... holy... That's more than a month taken off from what's supposed to be a time for rest, relaxation, and rejuvenation!
Boo-hoo. I might have to resign to the fact that after this summer is over, I would be looking ten years older than I should, with eye-bags heavier than ever...
I need to take a break... a long break from anything that's connected to school, if I'm to survive the next (and hopefully the last) year of school. There are times when I feel like it's finally over... only to find out that my troubles have just begun.
Hey, worse comes to worst, you won't be hearing from me in any blog of mine forever. And I might just turn that little flashimation up there into a reality...
... now, if only I could find a necktie striped like that... and a straightjacket, while I'm at it...
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