Dipshits.

I strongly dislike overly emotional, sensitive people. I seriously do. I also hate some of my friends when they feel bad, because they turn annoying as fuck. It sounds bitchy, but it's true.

I hate when someone says something that makes you ask "What's wrong?" "Are you okay?" "What happened?" etc, and then they say "I don't want to talk about it," "You wouldn't understand," or even "Oh, nothing really." I swear to god, it is so infuriating. WHY THE FUCKING HELL DID YOU SAY IT THEN, DIPSHIT?!

Also. When complaining about something, and someone suggests a course of action, you cannot say "It's not that simple," and follow it up with the explanation of "It's complicated." Of COURSE it's fucking complicated, you just said it wasn't fucking simple. What the hell kind of idiot do you think I am, DIPSHIT?!

And if you're saying something just to be heard, and you just want people to notice you and not to really fix it because nothing's really wrong, at least have the fucking decency to PRETEND you're fine. DIPSHIT.

Some people I know become pathetic fucktards when they feel bad. Honestly. And they don't know the proper meaning of being serious. WHen you're talking seriously, it doesn't mean you can't laugh. It means you're talking about something that has serious implications. And it's a BETTER thing if someone tries to make a joke out of it, 'cause at this point in time you're supposed to focus on the better things, not the bad. Not the bitter. Not the fucked up shittiness that you induce when you act like that. DIPSHIT.

I seriously fucking hate when I'm talking to someone and they suddenly turn serious and stop laughing, and I don't feel like being serious. I'm forced to pretend that I'm serious too, 'cause otherwise they'd get fucking offended. I swear to god. Being serious doesn't confine you to not laughing, you motherfucking bastards. And when I'm already feeling bad, it does NOT fucking help when you're trying to be serious.

I HATE HAVING TO BE TOO SERIOUS. I think that's obvious by now. I'm a fucking teenager, goddamnit. I can't deal with that sort of shit. I've got time enough to be serious later on. NOT NOW. I'm supposed to be HAPPY. To laugh and live crazily. Not to NOT LAUGH or think of the fucking consequences or BE TOO FUCKING SERIOUS. If you're gonne be like that, I don't need you in my life.

~ I fucking hate dipshits.

Relationship Suicide

I actually couldn't make the crepe roses. D: Mothercrapper. They were too damn fragile. I made one. In a few moments it ripped. >_> Damnit.

Oh well.

So anyway. Today sucked, but not really. How do I explain this. =)) I barely paid attention in class, AGAIN. :| I should really get back on track. But I can't help myself. It's just so boring. Origami' much more interesting. And we've got a long test in Math tomorrow, and I SUCK. :|

Also. My blisters got scraped raw. AGAIN. :| *sigh* Damn this.

I hate July. :/

I haven't passed my fucking SSIP powerpoint yet. And my SocSci project is doomed. Fuck this shit.

~GAAH

Dummies, UNITE! \M/

Yay for us idiots! XD

I'm going to the Chem remedials tomorrow. Yes, I am shameless. Yes, I'm an imbecile. Yes, I expect you to give a crap and support me with your condolences. (But hugs work, too)

Anyway. I'm not taking the MTG exam this year. Third year's stressing me out enough as it is, without MATH on the weekends as well. O__O (He's not allowed to go, either. Yay for my bullying skills)

I think it's a proven fact that I will always hate math, because I will ALWAYS only understand the lesson the teacher's trying to drill into my head, NEXT YEAR. I fully understood functions this year. I fully understood algebra last year. MOTHERCRAPPER, THIS IS A CONSPIRACY. I kid you not. :|

Well, anyway.

We had an idea for our Teacher's Day thang. We'd record our teachers' voices during class, and remix them together into a cool rap song. =)) Here's a rough draft, and you'll get the tune soon enough. Though I think you'll only understand this if you're from Pisay. =))

My GOODNESS! Children of God:

Dyou get me? Dyou-dyou-dyou-dyou get me, class?

Dyou, dyou get me, class?

Dyou ge-ge-ge-ge-get me, class?

Anyhow!

Gets?

*ahem* Anyway. I think that was blasphemous. I'm taking it off within the week. XD

I MADE A KUSUDAMA BALL, MOTHERFUCKERS. I'M SO GODDAMN PROUD OF MYSELF. BAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Anyway. I'm learning other Origami stuff. :D I hope it'll take the edge off the stress. The rhythm of the creasing and the turning, the flipping, the ripping, it.. sets me at ease. (HAHAHA SO PURPLE. SHADDAP) I feel better knowing I made something pretty. X3

I am now fascinated with floral origami. :D X3

Wish me luck tomorrow. (We're gonna do our Soc project, too)

~ the Raspberry Scribbler

There's a snake in my boot!

That line killed me. T_T

I won't go into the details just yet. Suffice it to say that it made me cry, and it was freaking worth it.

Also. Barbie and Ken are SO cute.

I loved the part when she made him talk. XD

"She's only plastic! There's a hundred million other toys like her in the world!"

"Not for me, there's not."

That was so cute. Pretty sweet, too. Doesn't matter that it's cliché. X3

I love Snickers! :D

*sigh* I do miss you~

Acrophilia

I don't understand why most of my friends are terrified of heights, or at least avoid them. I love heights.

I love tippy-top touch-the-sky-heights more than anything. Why? Because if you fall, you don't survive. If you fall from, say, the second or third floor, there's a pretty good chance you'll make it, and have to live with the mind-numbing pain of broken bones, or the soul-stealing desperation that you get once you become a paraplegic--or worse. I'd rather die than go through that.

Yeah, sure. My cynicism plays a part in this, too. Of course.

I realized that the sports I actually like taking part in aren't ones my school encourages. D:

Bungee-jumping

Rappelling

Free-falling

Windsurfing

Rock Climbing

Spelunking! (yeah, this isn't something to do with the general theme of this post, but meh)

I guess my acrophilia can be sort of psychological, too. I don't like being down-to-earth. In fact, I detest it. I hate having to think things through completely. I do better thinking abstractly, laterally, illogically. I like being.. free. I hate being serious most of the time. It's inescapable, I know, but still.

I hate the feel of the ground pushing up against your foot with each running step. It's like you're going to crash, inevitably, AND you'll be in pain from it. There's a chilling terminal aura ro every footfall. I hate that.

I like being in the air. I feel weightless, somehow. I love that feeling; like for once there aren't dire consequences for every little thing I do. Like I'm carefree and I can just BE. Without having to worry about anything else.

Do I sound selfish? :/ Try it. And don't tell me you're too scared. I was scared once, too. I got over it.

Random memory: My dad once brought me and my sister up to a helipad in the middle of the storm. So that's two things I love: heavy rain and extremem heights. Guess what I did? X3

I ran around it while my sister shrieked from the entrance to the stairway, going on and on about how I would die. Another thing I love: freaking out Sofia. Yay for me! :D

Gah. Too much rambling. I gotta remember to transfer some of these to dA. :D I suppose that's it.

~ the acrophilic Raspberry Scribbler.

It isn't really about the Pseudo-Name, don't I?

I know, I know, I'm a Grammar Nazi. I'm sorry, but it's true.

I hate when people mix words.

Pseudo: Latin for fake.

Nym: Latin for name.

Thus, Pseudonym is Latin for fake name. Lately, it's been what we use when referring to author's pen names, actors' screen names, etc.

There is NO SUCH THING as a Pseudo-NAME. What the HELL. You're butchering a language that has been dead for centuries and one that's already watered down and murdered enough. GOD.

If you use Pseudo, use NYM. It doesn't even sound that different from NAME. That's why NAME evolved from it in the first place.

If you use FAKE, obviously you'd use NAME. No sense using NYM, right? I mean, it'd sound weird after all? YEAH, BITCH. IT SOUNDS LIKE SHIT IF YOU SAY PSEUDO-NAME, TOO.

Fuckers.

Also. When using parts of conversational speech like "Isn't it?" it'd be nice if some of you actually used them right.

"It is.... isn't it?"

"I do.... don't I?"

"You would.... wouldn't you?"

"She hasn't.... has she?"

"They haven't.... have they?"

In cases like...

"You do agree that it is nice to.... " the right words to affix to that are " .. don't you?" NOT " .. isn't it?" BECAUSE YOU USED "DO" FIRST.

Also. YOU DO NOT USE "HADN'T" NEGLIGENTLY TO REPLACE "HAVEN'T."

"Have you not fixed your things yet?"

becomes

"Haven't you fixed your things yet?"

"Had you not fixed your things yet?"

SOUNDS LIKE SHIT

and so does

"Hadn't you fixed your things yet?"

If you want to use HAD NOT, you'd have to add a clause.

"Had you not spoken to that stranger, this would not have happened."

And if you contract HAD and NOT, it ALSO sounds like shit.

"Hadn't you spoken to that stranger, this would not have happened."

WHAT THE CRAP.

"If you hadn't spoken to that stranger, this wouldn't have happened."

Sounds a LOT better.

KNOW WHEN TO TO USE THE RIGHT WORDS, DIPSHIT.

GAH.

Sorry. I've got more where this came from, concerning YOUR and YOU'RE, ITS and IT'S, etc.

Also. If U tLk 2 mE iN ch4tsP3aK and I don't know you, I will most likely not reply. Or reply with as few words as I can.

Why? Because I immediately discriminate those who speak like that.. as, well, hm. I don't want to go on. I think I've used up all my rage.

If I DO know you and you keep talking to me like that, well. That just means I haven't openly dissed U 4 spkng lyk dat. :|

I don't necessarily hate those who speak like that (unless they speak with atrocious grammar, are dogmatic christians, and are homophobic tweens) I just think they don't have enough functioning brain cells, and that it's a waste to make an effort to grace them with a lengthy reply full of cynical wit, since they won't understand most of it.

"Lyk, wat did U jst say? LOL ur stoopid. U went 2 wiKi 2 find big wurds. ROFLMAO b1t*h."

Also, I hate when people censor their swear words, and other people around don't bother to.

For example, in a forum.

People around are using FAGGOT, DICKFACE, MOTHERFUCKER and even THE DREADED C WORD freely, and this loser comes in and says something vaguely like..

"I hate my mom. Now, I don't usually say this, but right now she's acting like a total b***h. I'm sorry if I offended anyone."

JEEZ. You can't make the excuse that "there could be children on this forum," since if there WERE any, they've already been exposed to the previously mentioned words. So there's no use trying to protect your future, dipshit. :/

GAH.

I think that's about it.

~ the Raspberry Scribbler is my PSEUDONYM, and the dreaded c word is what I use to describe some very unsavory people. Like my cunt-faced maid. :D

Feverish.

Last night was crap. I don't know why I expected today to be any better.

So I wanted to talk to you. You complain when I don't, you complain when I do. Jeez. You're not the only one who this is about, y'know. I never said I was. I just wanted to FREAKING TALK. Before I went on the damn plane! And what'd you want to do? Play.

Well, go and play. Have fun with it. Usually I wouldn't mind if everything revolved around playing, for you. But.. *sigh* I'm talking about one time. I won't be there for a weekend. I just wanted to talk. GOD.

Fine. I'll shut up. Of course I'm not entitled to get mad. Why? Because when I do get mad at you, you get mad at me. And it's back to that all over again. So fine. I won't get mad anymore. I'll just resent you forever, and get sick from it. You don't care, anyway, right? I distinctly remember you saying that.

So anyway. I'm sick. High fever, and my nose is stuffed. Everything tastes like shit and sticks in my throat and glues my tongue to the roof of my mouth. And they honestly expect me to EAT.

~

On the upside. My parents bought an iPad. It's damn-freaking-cool. I don't understand why people say it's too heavy. I mean, what the hell. It's lighter than my phone. MY PHONE. What the crap.

~

I watched Sorcerer's Apprentice on the Apple TV. Or was it the Mac TV? Either way. It's an Apple product, sometechyblahblahverb-ed to a tv. A huge-ass TV. Yeah. Why? 'Cause my dad said so.

Surprisingly, it wasn't all that bad. Even if I had to endure nearly two hours of NICOLAS "I HAVE ONE EXPRESSION" CAGE, and this really dorky looking dude, it was fine. I loved the part where they reenacted the Disney short, also titled The Sorcerer's Apprentice. Remember, when Mickey enchants the mops and buckets and stuff to clean the floor? Yeah, they did that. They even made him wear a red jacket, and DAMN did it make me remember.

Anyway. I gotta go do my ResHW. D: But maybe later I can go to Von Dutch and feel cool again. :D

~ the very very sick scribbler. :D

Your Momma's So Fat

--when she ran away, they had to use three milk cartons.

--when she went to the beach, Greenpeace tried to drag her back in the water.

--when she steps on the scale it says, "One at a time, please."

--when she walked in front of the tv I missed five commercials.

Anyway. XD

"I wouldn't do that. You know I don't like fat people. Except you."

I'm so mean. XD But eh. =))

Today sorta sucked. Sorta didn't.

I got five sets of packs of Milo!

... but I had to share.

I found a place to hide them!

... but one of them went missing.

I printed my ticket!

... but I have other stuff to print

I researched on SocSci!

... but I have tons of homework left.

I finished a song!

... but I'm not sure of its quality.

I'm going home tomorrow!

... but there are so many requirements for after this weekend.

I got to post shiz.

... but I only used the net for like, an hour.

GAH. I'M SO FUCKING HUNGRY. MOTHERFUCKER. SCHOOL IS DRAINING ME. FUCK THIS SHIT.

~ meh.

Whoa oh oh~

~ how was I supposed to know that you were oh, oh, over me?

Okay, I've got a migraine.

But he's getting me Milo powder tomorrow, so yay! :D >:D<>

I'm gonna break your little heart, watch you take the fall, laughing all the way to the hospital; 'cause there's nothing surgery can't do~

GAH. There's a long test in Bio tomorrow. What the fuck. D: And the only way I found out about it was through a half-erased note on the blackboard. :| Fuck this.

I'm gonna break your little heart, show you to the door, sew yourself shut, and now you're begging for more~

I actually understand absolutely nothing in Chem right now. The same goes for Bio. Physics is actually easier than them. o-o And Research is way easier than all three of them.

She gets what she wants and she breaks what she gets, get out while you can or she'll tear you to pieces~

"What's wrong with her FACE?" =)))

So the prom theme has been decided. Yule Ball. YUCK. :| Seriously, it's shitty. It leaves no room for creativity. And what the hell, you're gonna make the ceiling look like the sky? You're gonna tie candles to the ceiling? Can you afford a suit of armor? You're gonna paint all the utensils gold and give us that huge a variety of food? And what, we're gonna dress up in boring old ball gowns AND we have to buy 'robes' that we have to wear over them? Or you're gonna mass-purchase them and pass them out? Ten to one they'll be shitty quality. And will they even match the dresses? And what the hell are the guys supposed to wear? Tuxes with frills? Fucking idiots.

Y'know, at least with Alice in Wonderland, it'd have given us a chance to be creative and do cool things with our costumes. All you have to do is tilt a few things and paint stuff different. Put partly-broken tea sets and white and red chess pieces on the tables. Jeez.

*sigh*

I hate third year. Seriously. Fuck this shit.

I'm trying to reach the iTunes store, but I can't. What the hell.

FUCK YOU. YOU'RE NOT PAID TO HAVE A FUCKING OPINION, DAMNIT. YOU FUCKING CUNT. YOU'RE NOT A MOTHERFUCKING HUMAN.

YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT. YOU'RE A GODDAMNED FUCKING IDIOT.

HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU FUCKING KNOW ABOUT THAT SORT OF SHIT, YOU LITTLE ASSWIPE? GET THE FUCK OFF MY CASE. YOU FUCK-UGLY PIG.

~ goddamn pissed.

Drained.

I swear to god, this week (and the last one) left me drained. I think it's pretty obvious anyway.

Too much homework, too much practice.

I haven't even started my stupid Physics Investigatory Project. And I grew significantly darker because of the damn practice. :|

Also, something has made everything extremely complicated. :/ And it's not even him. Seriously.

Thanks for melting my brain and ripping my c**sc****e to shreds. I really appreciate it, since you're such a great friend and all.

On to much more cheerful topics.

"You have a penis on your face!"

"WHUT."

"Oh, wait. It's your nose. XD"

Yep, that was me and my best friend. X3 You are awesome. >:D<

"Are you a game?"

"Why?"

"'Cause I hope you're not... TEKKEN."

That seriously made me laugh. XDDDDD

Oh, Pandy. >:D<>

And you. Thank you so much for cheering me up. Without knowing it, I might add. And extremely effectively. This is why I love you. >:D<

I barely drank any water at all this week. It's just been Coke, Coke, Coke. Yeah, it's extremely unhealthy, but I'm stressed, okay? And there was no more Double Dutch ice cream. D:

I think Double Dutch officially replaced Cookies n Cream and Rocky Road. XD Well, except for Gelato. Any flavor of Gelato is amazing. @)

Oh, I remember this slightly embarrassing time somewhere with my friends.

*tinkling melody*

"OHMYGOD ICE CREAM!!!"

".... Ches, that's my cellphone."

".... I knew that. I really did."

XD =)))) Anyway. I think that's all I've got to say for now.

Damn, my entries are getting shorter and shorter. D:

Psst. Follow the damn blog already. =)) I'm sorry I can't doodle. D: I'm printing your ResHW later, by the way. ALL TWELVE PAGES. Better be grateful. >:P

Nahh, I'm kidding. >:D<

I think that's about it.

WAAAH.

"I can't doodle."

"Why not?"

"Mac."

"... and Cheese?"

I love you. >:D<>

Hm. That's all. FINAL. =))

Oh and, I got addicted to Your Love is My Drug (Ke$ha)

Bye bye! *waves*

~ the NOW HAPPY Raspberry Scribbler. :D

Edit:

"I don't understand follow the blog!"

"Clicky the thingy in the box that says Awesome People. It says FOLLOW."

"OH. I thought. Follow the way of the force!"

XD Seriously, you're awesome. =))

My heart is fried~

and so is the rest of me. :/

I am SO TIRED. :| I missed like, two practical tests today 'cause I had a massive headache. And the nurse wasn't even there, so I couldn't get a medical certificate. FUCK.

On the upside. We fixed up our bulletin board. But it still looks like shit compared to the others. And I want to put tulle around the words. :/ MEH. Fuck it.

We played the trust game. I caught him! XD And I found out the hard way that if he's ever incapacitated and I need to carry him somewhere to safety (e.g. fire, bomb, flood, blah) we're both dead. XD

I'm too tired to write any more. Fuck this.

~ EH.

Hungry

I'm starving. D: I want to eat something. ): I need Milo powder. But my maid's keeping watch over the fridge, so I can't sneak any. Damnit.

We're fixing up our bulletin board tomorrow, 'cause it lost some of its awesomeness already. D: Waha.

I've got this idea for a short story stuck in my head, but I really don't know how to word it. GAH.

Expression

Right now I'm watching The Italian Job, which was sent over by my mom along with a book of instructions to making paper planes, seeing as the copy my class got stuck with was bad-quality piracy. I guess now I have no excuse not to do the ComSci homework.

Speaking of. I wonder why they love foisting homework on us especially during weekends and holidays. :/ Yes, people, this is where Php500 of your taxes go every month. To a moody teenage girl ranting about the frustrations of being in this school. :| Deal with it.

So we got to talking about the difference between bragging and sharing [your written work] in English 3 today. I don't even share, wtf. Not once have I gone "DUDE. Check out my blogs and stuffs. They're like, so totally awesome, 'cuz like, I'm so totally opinionated and smart, 'cuz like, I've basically consumed a thesaurus and right now I'm, like, regurgitating appellations, and though it's, like, totally unfabulous and sort of maybe not cool, I'm still pretty modest and demure and, well, pretty. RIGHT? So like, you should totally check it out."

*ahem*

I'm going to stop sounding like shit now. I've hurt my soul permanently, and now it hates me. I suppose I should realize that tarnishing your soul is too high a price for mocking people.

"But I thought you were my friend! How could you do this to me! I can't believe you! Why are you acting like you're ignoring me? Do you hate me? I couldn't live with myself if my best friend hated me? What did I do wrong? Why do you always seem to be too busy for me now? *sobs*"

But I just can't resist. XD

Speaking of, (again) I broke my diet today. AGAIN. THIS IS NOT GOOD. And to make the punishment fit the crime, I will once again NOT have any Coke for the rest of the month. I mean it this time. Seriously. I'm gonna get someone to sucker punch me the next time I touch Coke. Or junk food. Or chocolate. I hope this works. Bruises > Hunger.

I'm being bitten by ants again. D:

Today was a shitty Monday. I kid you not. PE was totally fucked up; sweltering heat and repetitive, confusing steps were NOT helping. And it was SO FUCKING HOT. EVERYFUCKINGWHERE. And the Com Sci lab STANK. I am serious. The first years musked it up so bad, our guys didn't even do any noticeable damage. I hate Low Voltage Days.

I wonder at which point in my life my conscience will cease to exist and finally grant me bitchiness impunity. :/

"I get it now. I drop it, you pass that."

"But for a brief moment in time, we are bonded for life."

"Wow. You make it sound so dramatic, Ches."

-- the heat got to me, sorry. XD

"Which hand?"

"The one you don't use much."

"No, no. I use it to flip the pages."

-- this quote made my morning. :D

I suppose that's enough. Hmm.

I write to express, not to impress. I wonder why some people don't understand that. If you have a problem with me swearing, go fuck a tree. If you think I complain too much, I dare you to live my life. If you can't keep up with the randomness and the mood swings, that is not my problem. This is me, and will always be. I do not change rapidly, drastically or thoughtlessly. I've already been changed by a lot, and I will not change of my own volition for any stupid reason. If you can't handle me, too bad. I've never needed anyone to.

*sigh* I hope you figure out what you did.

ALSO. Check this out. Not Quite Ignite Awesome wording. Amazing author. Two chapters, and I'm already waiting for the third. :D I can.. relate somehow. In some small way. Wooh. Go Hayley. X3

"Going around in circles with you was better than going nowhere at all." ~ :)

Oh well. That's all for now. :D The mosquitoes have taken the place of the ants, and are attacking my legs once more. Wonderful.

~ hoping this week will get better.

Cut Off

Okay, so I was watching the trailer of the upcoming HP7 movie and right bang in the middle I got cut off, because my stupid internet died. I don't know how loudly I screamed FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. XD

Anyway. The movie promises to be extremely epic, and stay true to the book. Which just reinforces my belief that this is THE most epic book. It's a classic. The kids of our kids will read it and wish they were here when it was new, wish they could've felt the utter utopian satisfaction you get after the excruciating wait for the next book. Because JKRowling never once failed to achieve perfection.

This ranks right up there with golden children's classics, and even those that weren't meant for children. In fact, screw golden, this is diamond.

I find it hard to believe there could ever be another book such as this one. It deserves all the fans, all the hysteria, all the fame. The underdog coming out on top of the world is a stereotypical topic, yes, but JKRowling managed to turn that around.

I love this book. I honestly do. I don't think I've ever felt so much for the characters of any other book.

I think I might just cry at the end of Deathly Hallows. Not 'cause it's sad in itself, but 'cause, well. It's an ending. I do admit, I cried when I finished the book. I read it over a weekend; I barely ate, I didn't sleep. I NEEDED to finish it. And when I was four paragraphs away from the ending (not counting the epilogue) I started tearing up again and I think I went half mad looking for the first six books so I could reread them all before I finished the last paragraphs of DH. My mom found me and made me stop hyperventilating.

Oh well. I'm excited for DH. Wonder who I'll watch it with.

... I now remember why I hate my being an extern. :/ Meh.

Fuck it.

~ *sigh*

Take it or Leave it

You know what the saddest thing was about today? I actually wasn't surprised at all with how it turned out. :/ *sigh* I find that not many things would surprise me nowadays. I'm becoming really.. well, emotionless isn't really the term for it. I'm not as temperamental as I used to be. Temperamental in the sense that I could be sad one moment and someone could cheer me up the next. Nowadays I'm just.. glum. (that word sounds too cute for it, though) I mean yeah, I do laugh and I'm pretty cheery, but I'm always half expecting shit to happen the next moment. I guess I'm just used to it now.

Also. I've broken a promise to myself. I said I wouldn't eat junk food anymore (barring chocolates; I'm not into self-torture) but I've been bingeing all month. I lost several scraps of self discipline and self control. That will not happen again. I will NOT eat junk food this month. At all. :| I will not drink soda, either. I WILL stick to this regimen. It'll do me good in the long run. Losing weight (and DO NOT SAY that I don't need to) and saving money are worth more than a moment's satisfaction and emotional stability. I was always too volatile, anyway.

*sigh* Oh well. I wrote two new poems today. :D Both while at school. One during English class (I simply could not stand it) and one during Com Sci (even though we were watching The Italian Job) :D

Check them out?

Here.

Anyway. Hm. Tañah and I were interrogated about what we were doing in Com Sci. Can I just say, that's none of your business. I'm sorry, I've developed a lot of privacy issues over the past year. I get really touchy abouts stuff like that. I mean, we were talking about something, and you weren't part of the conversation, therefore you have no right to force us to divulge its factual content. :|

I'm really hungry right now. Oh well. As my mom tells me. "The vain can't complain." Then again... I'm not allowed to be vain, so... I do have the right to complain. YAY ME.

I'M FUCKING HUNGRY, GODDAMNIT.

Anyway. People love our bulletin board. Yeah, I have the right to be smug about that. After all. I was a pretty huge part of its creation. I helped buy the materials, I paid for half the expenses, I conceptualized the ribbon and the roller pattern, and helped put it together. Yes, that was obviously one of the few times in my academic life I've been that involved with school shiz. It was in.. my line of interest, I guess.

Speaking of. I guess I realized what sort of things I'm more partial to. I suck at anything involving math, honestly. I really really do. I hate when they get tricky and confusing and GAH. I can do alright once I've got the concepts down, but I take a while to fully understand it. Which is why I suck. I also suck at public speaking. I hate foisting my ideas down other peoples' throats. It's rude. I've contemplated for a while, and I realized. I don't REALLY suck at sports (the people who know me, STOP LAUGHING) I just.. have no will. I do NOT like being seen TRYING. That's my biggest problem with being taught one on one while people watch, too.(yeah, my piano lessons) I don't like people to see me trying. I hate it, actually. I'd rather be seen not doing anything than be seen trying and failing. Yeah, I'm proud. Yeah, that was drilled into me. Yeah, you can't do anything about it.

Anyway. I was feeling bad about myself, so as I do sometimes when I want to feel better, I went to a certain site and read up on my periodical dose of SHIT, (no, seriously) and I burst out laughing after a paragraph. Now I feel pretty damn good about myself. XD

I'm a Grammar Nazi. I don't point it out to people (that's rude, and, well, if you're confident enough to speak to ME in that way, and you're IN PISAY, then you deserve being embarrassed by someone heartless enough to point it out to you. I hope they do so loudly) but I really get ticked off when they make mistakes everyone does. It hurts my soul. (BAHAHAHAHA drama) I'm not dissing. Just saying.

I really wish it would rain. Typhoon, even. Say I'm selfish, go fuck a tree. I need to feel good. I really do. I need to be.. happy. I need to laugh without having to make sure I'm laughing at something I can explain. I need to be able to SAY things without being judged. I can barely post stuff here that I'm sure won't be judged. I guess.. I'm being guarded with myself right now. I wonder how long this will last.

My body is like a piecewise function. Awkward parts that don't exactly fit.

Honestly, I'm just tired.

~ the THINNY girl. XD