What was your guess that I was pissed off?
Nobody wants your fucking advice
Because nobody cares about you
You think you're so high and mighty, well you can just kiss my ass you mother fucker.
Let me kill you because it would be the high light of my evening. Let me rip your flesh off you as I rip out all your organs. But before that, let me hear you scream out in agony as I torture you sweetly. Let me rip off your limbs as blood spurts out of your open wounds. Let me ruin your dreams of sweet, sweet, sorrow.
I wish you would die, you stupid piece of shit. Nobody even likes you. Nobody asked for your fucking advice so do the world a fucking favor and just die already. I never liked you. I found you annoying and un-useful.
God... Just do us all a fucking favor.
Go.
Die.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
High School
I've decided to get my high school diploma. Even though I don't get to graduate with the rest of my class- (Which is fine anyway because I don't like large groups of people)-- all I have to do is do another online math class and when I'm done, I'll get my diploma. AND STILL BE A 2011 GRADUATE! Like a boss~! :D
Then, I can submit an application to WWCC (Walla Walla Community College), if I get in then I get to schedule a placement test and then mom and I go to Walla Walla. It's on the computer and it'll take up to 3 hours (maybe, for me, it will) It's NOT timed (which is AWESOME) and I'll get better scores then I did at COCC testing.
Mom's thinking about buying a house in Walla Walla. I'm happy. :)
My rooms a mess... I should REALLY get cleaning.. But I'm way to lazy and I STILL have ZERO energy. Eh. I don't know.
My friend is due in a few days! Shyloh Mae Darling will be born! Whoot! :D I have a Skype date with my friend while she goes into labor. (I know... Weird, huh?)
Urgh. That's my new word. It's fun to say...
Say it...
Say it...
SAY IT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*cough cough* Anyway...
More later, darlings.
Then, I can submit an application to WWCC (Walla Walla Community College), if I get in then I get to schedule a placement test and then mom and I go to Walla Walla. It's on the computer and it'll take up to 3 hours (maybe, for me, it will) It's NOT timed (which is AWESOME) and I'll get better scores then I did at COCC testing.
Mom's thinking about buying a house in Walla Walla. I'm happy. :)
My rooms a mess... I should REALLY get cleaning.. But I'm way to lazy and I STILL have ZERO energy. Eh. I don't know.
My friend is due in a few days! Shyloh Mae Darling will be born! Whoot! :D I have a Skype date with my friend while she goes into labor. (I know... Weird, huh?)
Urgh. That's my new word. It's fun to say...
Say it...
Say it...
SAY IT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*cough cough* Anyway...
More later, darlings.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
College
Well, I failed. Again. I can't say I'm surprised. I just don't really care anymore. :D
I'll just go to Walla Walla with mom and the jerk uncle. I'll go to WWCC (Walla Walla Community College) and then transfer to Whitman University and do a double major. :D
Their dorm's are SWEET.
...
Of course... I realize as I did more research on this University..
Tuition: $40,180
Room and Board: $10,160
Est. Books/Supplies: $1,400
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Total: $52,056
They have a scholarship, my VA money should help... Financial Aid... Urgh.
I'll just go to Walla Walla with mom and the jerk uncle. I'll go to WWCC (Walla Walla Community College) and then transfer to Whitman University and do a double major. :D
Their dorm's are SWEET.
...
Of course... I realize as I did more research on this University..
Tuition: $40,180
Room and Board: $10,160
Est. Books/Supplies: $1,400
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Total: $52,056
They have a scholarship, my VA money should help... Financial Aid... Urgh.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Math
Sigh. Once again, I am forced to study my math. I have been all week. I've been reading my GED book and... Just reading it. I've done a few examples and looked at my notes and was up til around 4am studying. But I doubt my "mother" would believe me. Pfft... I don't know anymore.
I have so much cleaning and reading library books to do. I wish I had passed the fuckin' first time. Then I wouldn't have to worry about all this shit. :/
My brother is on his way over-- Again. He's a good teacher/helper/tutor... I guess... His dad gets on my nerves a little.
It's 3.05pm. I got up at... 2.00pm. Urg. I'm tired and I just wanna lay down, but I can't. I have shit to do today.
My list:
--> Laundry
--> Math
--> Reading
--> Garbage
--> Sorting through my stuff
--> Packing some stuff
--> Clean bathroom
--> Clean bathtub
--> Clean sink
--> Clean room
--> Vacuum
--> Make Dinner for myself
And every day... That list keeps growing and growing and growing some more... Can't I just relax?
Sigh.
More later.
I have so much cleaning and reading library books to do. I wish I had passed the fuckin' first time. Then I wouldn't have to worry about all this shit. :/
My brother is on his way over-- Again. He's a good teacher/helper/tutor... I guess... His dad gets on my nerves a little.
It's 3.05pm. I got up at... 2.00pm. Urg. I'm tired and I just wanna lay down, but I can't. I have shit to do today.
My list:
--> Laundry
--> Math
--> Reading
--> Garbage
--> Sorting through my stuff
--> Packing some stuff
--> Clean bathroom
--> Clean bathtub
--> Clean sink
--> Clean room
--> Vacuum
--> Make Dinner for myself
And every day... That list keeps growing and growing and growing some more... Can't I just relax?
Sigh.
More later.
Movies
I rented 2 Jason Stathom movies. The first one was Blitz. My opinion?
--> Honestly? I think it could've been better. Jason did a good job playing the fucked up, crazy cop with his sexy as hell accent. (Did you know that he's actually British?) The movie itself was okay, I guess... The plot was... Eh, Eh.
--> The second movie is called "The Mechanic"
------> Honestly? I'm watching it RIGHT now and it's been good so far. Jason plays a sexy as FUCK assassin. The sex scenes are HOT as hell. I wish I could have Jason all to myself.... *swoonish sigh*
~~~~~~~~
I also watched a movie I've been waiting to see called:
Something Borrowed.
--> It was a good movie. Kate Hudson was a bitch in this role, though. I don't know much about her movies, but in this one... Eh, Eh..
The Vampires Assistant.
--> I've read the entire series by Darren Shan. Good books. The movie... Not so great. I loved Evra and Rebecca.
That's all the movies I've seen so far.
Oh! THEY'RE MAKING AN EXPENDABLES 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JET LI won't be in it, though. :(:(
.. Sad face... /sob
Anyway. This is Samwise with my daily report on movies. :D
--> Honestly? I think it could've been better. Jason did a good job playing the fucked up, crazy cop with his sexy as hell accent. (Did you know that he's actually British?) The movie itself was okay, I guess... The plot was... Eh, Eh.
--> The second movie is called "The Mechanic"
------> Honestly? I'm watching it RIGHT now and it's been good so far. Jason plays a sexy as FUCK assassin. The sex scenes are HOT as hell. I wish I could have Jason all to myself.... *swoonish sigh*
~~~~~~~~
I also watched a movie I've been waiting to see called:
Something Borrowed.
--> It was a good movie. Kate Hudson was a bitch in this role, though. I don't know much about her movies, but in this one... Eh, Eh..
The Vampires Assistant.
--> I've read the entire series by Darren Shan. Good books. The movie... Not so great. I loved Evra and Rebecca.
That's all the movies I've seen so far.
Oh! THEY'RE MAKING AN EXPENDABLES 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JET LI won't be in it, though. :(:(
.. Sad face... /sob
Anyway. This is Samwise with my daily report on movies. :D
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Urgh. I sit in my bed, pondering over the possibilities of me getting into college. I have a pretty good feeling that I'm going to pass, but a nagging voice in the back of my head says otherwise. I mean, I've already made some new friends just by adding them through the Juniper Hall site on facebook. One of them added me first... Oh... I really, really, REALLY hope I pass. If I never needed God to do me a favor, I need him to grant me this one now. I haven't really asked for too much... I mean... Spiritually. Even though I hardly ever go to church anymore and I never prayed or believed in him... But there comes a time where I'm desperation enough to actually go and pray. I really need to get into this college because I dont' want to live at home with my mother and uncle for the rest of my life. I actually want to get out there and show my independence and freedoms from being away from home. I don't wanna move to Walla Walla, WA.
It's almost 2am and Jason is supposed to be by tomorrow. I've been studying and reviewing and reading the GED math book, but I don't know... Math is a hard subject for me to learn, I guess....
I'm tired.
G'night.
It's almost 2am and Jason is supposed to be by tomorrow. I've been studying and reviewing and reading the GED math book, but I don't know... Math is a hard subject for me to learn, I guess....
I'm tired.
G'night.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Update, 8.23.11
I was dreaming bout school. How weird is that? I was in class, talking (The teacher was out of the room) and doing my work, and then it was lunch time. Me and my roommate walked down to the lunch area and I wanted chicken nuggets, so I waited in line. And then I woke up. It was a very strange dream... And when I closed my eyes again, I was in the dream again. Hrm. Weird? I think SO! :D
I'm studying my ass off for next Tuesday. I hope to GOD I atleast get a 35 (You need a 34 to pass). I'm not getting my hopes up because of what happened last time-- But I've got a good feeling that I'll pass this time. (Which is good) I've acually been PRAYING to GOD. (I don't do that very often because I don't go to church). But like I said, I have a pretty good feeling that I'm going to pass this time.
Blegh. This is doing NOTHING to help ease my stress. I've been sleeping til noon again. I STILL have ZERO energy, and my shields are holding up pretty good. (Which is kind of strange. They're SHIT when I'm stressed).
I still need to clean and pack and... and... and... ARGH!!! I'm always tired and it's pissing me off. I just wanna lay around in bed all day. It's 82+ degrees outside and I'm tired. (I think I've already stated that...Ha).
I recently wrote a blog titled "Dreams ARE my future reality". If anybody is curious, it's not about you (You know who you are). But it IS about a family member. I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote that, but once I started, I couldn't stop.
Well, that's it, I guess.
I'm studying my ass off for next Tuesday. I hope to GOD I atleast get a 35 (You need a 34 to pass). I'm not getting my hopes up because of what happened last time-- But I've got a good feeling that I'll pass this time. (Which is good) I've acually been PRAYING to GOD. (I don't do that very often because I don't go to church). But like I said, I have a pretty good feeling that I'm going to pass this time.
Blegh. This is doing NOTHING to help ease my stress. I've been sleeping til noon again. I STILL have ZERO energy, and my shields are holding up pretty good. (Which is kind of strange. They're SHIT when I'm stressed).
I still need to clean and pack and... and... and... ARGH!!! I'm always tired and it's pissing me off. I just wanna lay around in bed all day. It's 82+ degrees outside and I'm tired. (I think I've already stated that...Ha).
I recently wrote a blog titled "Dreams ARE my future reality". If anybody is curious, it's not about you (You know who you are). But it IS about a family member. I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote that, but once I started, I couldn't stop.
Well, that's it, I guess.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
My Dreams ARE my future reality
My finger tips touch the keyboard as they pause, wondering what I want to say. Music blares in teh background as I try to find something... Anything to type. It doesn't have to make sense, but at one point, I think it should. I don't know what else I'm trying to say, but I'm making it all up as I go along, trying to get myself to believe what I'm saying.
The words you say to me is nothing more than white noise. I try and block you out with every part of my being, but you keep pounding on my door, screaming at me to let you in. I hid in the corner, willing to make the noise go away as you break open the door. You grab my arm as you continuiously beat on me. You beat me because you have nothing left to live for. You beat me because you blame me for your failures. You beat me because you blame me for not being able to live.
You scream at me because you think you can. You abuse me because you think you can. Your words have become nothing more than mere whispers in my mind as I become fully numb. Once your asleep, I sit in that very corner you dragged me from and drink my whiskey. I drink whiskey because it chases my demons away for the time being. It makes me more numb as I tend to my wounds. I drink it because it pisses me off. I drink it because it helps me plot my revenge.
I silently go into your room and hit you with my baseball bat. I hit your head first as you flop around. You roll over and look at me. Rage is in your eyes as I raise the bat and hit it over your stomach. Over and Over I beat you. I beat you because I can. I beat you because you've caused me years of pain. I beat you because of all the dreams you've crushed. I beat you because you stole my innocence away from me. I beat you because I can. I beat you because you've caused me years of pain and you don't even realize what you've done.
I look at your bloodied form and pour gasoline over your dead body. I drink from my whiskey bottle as I take one last look at your disgusting form and the place you called home, the very place that I called hell. I pour gasoline on everything and pack one bag. I walk out and strike a match. I hear your soul screaming from the inside as you insult me. I throw the match as everything goes up into flames. I watch as the fire dances in front of my eyes. I watch because I'm getting satisfaction out of the fact that you're in hell and I'm not. I'm laughing at you because of how weak you really are.
When it's all said and done, you were nothing more than a weak son of a bitch. You can't hurt me anymore. I throw my whiskey bottle into the flames as it explodes. I turn on my heel as I walk away, never looking back, but looking foreward.
The words you say to me is nothing more than white noise. I try and block you out with every part of my being, but you keep pounding on my door, screaming at me to let you in. I hid in the corner, willing to make the noise go away as you break open the door. You grab my arm as you continuiously beat on me. You beat me because you have nothing left to live for. You beat me because you blame me for your failures. You beat me because you blame me for not being able to live.
You scream at me because you think you can. You abuse me because you think you can. Your words have become nothing more than mere whispers in my mind as I become fully numb. Once your asleep, I sit in that very corner you dragged me from and drink my whiskey. I drink whiskey because it chases my demons away for the time being. It makes me more numb as I tend to my wounds. I drink it because it pisses me off. I drink it because it helps me plot my revenge.
I silently go into your room and hit you with my baseball bat. I hit your head first as you flop around. You roll over and look at me. Rage is in your eyes as I raise the bat and hit it over your stomach. Over and Over I beat you. I beat you because I can. I beat you because you've caused me years of pain. I beat you because of all the dreams you've crushed. I beat you because you stole my innocence away from me. I beat you because I can. I beat you because you've caused me years of pain and you don't even realize what you've done.
I look at your bloodied form and pour gasoline over your dead body. I drink from my whiskey bottle as I take one last look at your disgusting form and the place you called home, the very place that I called hell. I pour gasoline on everything and pack one bag. I walk out and strike a match. I hear your soul screaming from the inside as you insult me. I throw the match as everything goes up into flames. I watch as the fire dances in front of my eyes. I watch because I'm getting satisfaction out of the fact that you're in hell and I'm not. I'm laughing at you because of how weak you really are.
When it's all said and done, you were nothing more than a weak son of a bitch. You can't hurt me anymore. I throw my whiskey bottle into the flames as it explodes. I turn on my heel as I walk away, never looking back, but looking foreward.
Stress
Well, I'm sleeping okay. (Yes!). My face is just really red and really hot... I'm way more tired than I should be.. I have zero energy. I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe it's the stress? It's not hot in my room. I have my fan and the AC on at 69 degrees. I'm also having some trouble breathing. I don't know what's wrong...
Urgh. I have loads of laundry to do... I have to study my ass off because not even in a week, I'm re-taking my ATB test. I WILL PASS IT, RAWR!!!!
I hate this. I wish I had passed the stupid test the first time. Sigh. Oh well... I fail... At everything... :/
That's all, for now.
Urgh. I have loads of laundry to do... I have to study my ass off because not even in a week, I'm re-taking my ATB test. I WILL PASS IT, RAWR!!!!
I hate this. I wish I had passed the stupid test the first time. Sigh. Oh well... I fail... At everything... :/
That's all, for now.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Well, today is a sunny and happy day! I get to study and cram for my math exam that's on Tuesday. :D I don't know why I'm happy about that when I failed it the first time, but mom is damned sure that I'm going to pass it this time. We went to Barnes and Noble on our way home from Bend, OR yesterday and got two GED books. (One for math and I got another one for review and such). Sigh. I WILL do good. I'm going to have a positive attiude about this!!! :) She's going to pick up my smart brother to come help me cram and teach me the things that I'm having trouble in. :D Such a good brother... Helping out his lil sister like that. Hehehehehehehehe!
My dad called me yesterday when mom and I were getting gas for her new truck so we can go down to Bend. He "tried" to pull the guilt trip and it didn't work. He was saying shit like, "You know that you're the only grandchild who didn't go to college, right?" and "Well, it'd be nice if you could get your diploma, but what's done is done, I suppose. So try and get your GED and then I can go back to instead of trying to be proud of you, I CAN be proud of you!" What an asshole! I swear to GOD! Argh.
I can't wait to go to COCC. Mom and I checked it out (like mentioned above, lol) and Juniper Hall is WAY the fuck all up in the trees and hills. But it's within walking distance of some of the buildings of the campus. JH is on one side of the campus, while Barber Library is on the other side. It looks something post WWII or something. (The building). Mom and I were driving around the down-town area and saw an ANIME SHOP!!! A HUGE ONE!!!! I was SOOOO excited. I went in there and it was amazing. ^w^ Hehehehehehehe!!
I love Bend. It has a population of, like, 80,*** people and it's smallish. Not like Vancouver, but more like Marshallishsish. (Only with more to do). I'm excited to (hopefully) live there. The drive down there (Depending on which way you go) can be long, but I got to see Mt. Hood close up. Not alot of snow, but it's there. The climate change didn't really bother me as much, my ears didn't pop like I thought they would. I slept for most of the way, cause I was tired as fuck. Ha.
When I didn't pass the ATB (Ability To Benefit) test, I felt like crying. I walked out of the building, swallowing my sobs and trying to get in control of my emotions. My thoughts were running wild. I kept thinking, "I'm tired of failing. I'm sick of it!" and so on and so forth. Well, TIME TO CRAM/STUDY!
My dad called me yesterday when mom and I were getting gas for her new truck so we can go down to Bend. He "tried" to pull the guilt trip and it didn't work. He was saying shit like, "You know that you're the only grandchild who didn't go to college, right?" and "Well, it'd be nice if you could get your diploma, but what's done is done, I suppose. So try and get your GED and then I can go back to instead of trying to be proud of you, I CAN be proud of you!" What an asshole! I swear to GOD! Argh.
I can't wait to go to COCC. Mom and I checked it out (like mentioned above, lol) and Juniper Hall is WAY the fuck all up in the trees and hills. But it's within walking distance of some of the buildings of the campus. JH is on one side of the campus, while Barber Library is on the other side. It looks something post WWII or something. (The building). Mom and I were driving around the down-town area and saw an ANIME SHOP!!! A HUGE ONE!!!! I was SOOOO excited. I went in there and it was amazing. ^w^ Hehehehehehehe!!
I love Bend. It has a population of, like, 80,*** people and it's smallish. Not like Vancouver, but more like Marshallishsish. (Only with more to do). I'm excited to (hopefully) live there. The drive down there (Depending on which way you go) can be long, but I got to see Mt. Hood close up. Not alot of snow, but it's there. The climate change didn't really bother me as much, my ears didn't pop like I thought they would. I slept for most of the way, cause I was tired as fuck. Ha.
When I didn't pass the ATB (Ability To Benefit) test, I felt like crying. I walked out of the building, swallowing my sobs and trying to get in control of my emotions. My thoughts were running wild. I kept thinking, "I'm tired of failing. I'm sick of it!" and so on and so forth. Well, TIME TO CRAM/STUDY!
Monday, August 1, 2011
First ranting of August 1st!
AUGUST 1st! I've been on a "King of the Hill" Marathon kick...
Onto the ranting:
Well, I wish I could say that I wasn't officially FUCKED. Stupid mother fuckers from Idaho is taking waaaay to fucking long to send in my final test and I'm running out of time for my final test. I'm sick and tired of waiting and if they don't exempt me from like... 2 credits or something for one stupid basic math class, I'm going to explode and break into the school vault and steal my own fucking diploma. I really hate to say this, but I wish that I had graduated instead of my friend. I'm at least going somewhere with my future and she's just staying home taking care of her soon to be born child.
I haven't heard from my father in a few months... weeks... days... Like I care? Or should I? Oh well. Oh! I got back in touch with a good friend of mine from 8th grade. I dunno... Anyway, back to my annoyed ranting.
I mean, going to Bend, OR wasn't my first choice in going to college at all. My first choice was going back to Minnesota and going to college near friends and whatever, but everybody else thought that they had "convinced" me to go to college near home because they think that I can't make it out on my own... which pisses me off because then I can't prove to them that I am a unique individual. I'm NOT getting stuck in the fucking Washington/Oregon area the rest of my fucking life... I'd like to move to Ireland or maybe Texas? Somewhere where I won't be with people who tell me what to do all the time. They think that they can "conform" me like some fucking religion and it pisses me off. I'm not THEIR little puppet or THEIR little bitch that they can control or whatnot.
Oh! and another thing that pisses me off the most is that my friends keep asking my mom for pills (which at first was okay) but then they just kept asking and asking and then they asked me to sneak them some or whatever and I did... My friend owes me 20 bucks and she keeps forgetting. My friends fiancee is the lead singer in his band called "Nazfiratu" and he keeps fucking up his head with his mic and he just looks at me and asks for some fucking pain pills. He has to sell his because he "needs the money". Well, fuck! IF YOU WOULD STOP SELLING YOUR FUCKING PILLS, MAYBE YOU WOULDN'T HAVE ANY FUCKING PAIN AT ALL YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER!!! and he's totally demanding of my friend. For example: My friend (who shall rename nameless in this rant) got offered a piece of land and the first words out of his mouth were "I guess I'll have to quit the band" or when our friends might move up to Bellingham, WA, the first words out of his mouth were "I guess the bands over". What a fucking PRICK! He's only thinking about himself and his fucking band that's going NOWHERE! They're all talk and they won't do anything. Good fucking GOD! Thank God I'm getting out of here as soon as I fucking can, y'know? I mean, I have alot to say and I don't really fucking care if they both read this or not, it's my opinion and I hope that it hurts their feelings, honestly. They need to quit relying on other people and start relying on themfuckingselfs! It's getting to the point to where they practically live at my own house. I mean, sure, it was okay in the beginning but I mean, I'm not even that fucking rude or whatnot and I don't go bulling around my friends, even if it is just joking around. Next time he takes things to fucking far, I'm just going to growl "Keep your fucking hands off me!" and/or shove him. I'm tired of all his (he too shall rename nameless) fucking bullshit and whatnot. He's a good friend, but sometimes they both take things way to far.
In other new, (Now that I think I've got it all out of my system): I can't sleep anymore! (Well, I can, sometimes, lol) I've been staying up all night and sleeping all day and I'm getting pissed off about it because then I'm tired and have 0 energy to do anything.
Oh. did I mention that my mom and uncle are going to be smoking in the house now? They made our apartment building an "Smoke-free zone" Great... Just what I fucking need. My immune system is shit already... It's like Marshall all over again... I can't wait until I move out.
I'm running out of things to rant about... Which is probably good because I feel alot better now that I bitched to the choir.
Onto the ranting:
Well, I wish I could say that I wasn't officially FUCKED. Stupid mother fuckers from Idaho is taking waaaay to fucking long to send in my final test and I'm running out of time for my final test. I'm sick and tired of waiting and if they don't exempt me from like... 2 credits or something for one stupid basic math class, I'm going to explode and break into the school vault and steal my own fucking diploma. I really hate to say this, but I wish that I had graduated instead of my friend. I'm at least going somewhere with my future and she's just staying home taking care of her soon to be born child.
I haven't heard from my father in a few months... weeks... days... Like I care? Or should I? Oh well. Oh! I got back in touch with a good friend of mine from 8th grade. I dunno... Anyway, back to my annoyed ranting.
I mean, going to Bend, OR wasn't my first choice in going to college at all. My first choice was going back to Minnesota and going to college near friends and whatever, but everybody else thought that they had "convinced" me to go to college near home because they think that I can't make it out on my own... which pisses me off because then I can't prove to them that I am a unique individual. I'm NOT getting stuck in the fucking Washington/Oregon area the rest of my fucking life... I'd like to move to Ireland or maybe Texas? Somewhere where I won't be with people who tell me what to do all the time. They think that they can "conform" me like some fucking religion and it pisses me off. I'm not THEIR little puppet or THEIR little bitch that they can control or whatnot.
Oh! and another thing that pisses me off the most is that my friends keep asking my mom for pills (which at first was okay) but then they just kept asking and asking and then they asked me to sneak them some or whatever and I did... My friend owes me 20 bucks and she keeps forgetting. My friends fiancee is the lead singer in his band called "Nazfiratu" and he keeps fucking up his head with his mic and he just looks at me and asks for some fucking pain pills. He has to sell his because he "needs the money". Well, fuck! IF YOU WOULD STOP SELLING YOUR FUCKING PILLS, MAYBE YOU WOULDN'T HAVE ANY FUCKING PAIN AT ALL YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER!!! and he's totally demanding of my friend. For example: My friend (who shall rename nameless in this rant) got offered a piece of land and the first words out of his mouth were "I guess I'll have to quit the band" or when our friends might move up to Bellingham, WA, the first words out of his mouth were "I guess the bands over". What a fucking PRICK! He's only thinking about himself and his fucking band that's going NOWHERE! They're all talk and they won't do anything. Good fucking GOD! Thank God I'm getting out of here as soon as I fucking can, y'know? I mean, I have alot to say and I don't really fucking care if they both read this or not, it's my opinion and I hope that it hurts their feelings, honestly. They need to quit relying on other people and start relying on themfuckingselfs! It's getting to the point to where they practically live at my own house. I mean, sure, it was okay in the beginning but I mean, I'm not even that fucking rude or whatnot and I don't go bulling around my friends, even if it is just joking around. Next time he takes things to fucking far, I'm just going to growl "Keep your fucking hands off me!" and/or shove him. I'm tired of all his (he too shall rename nameless) fucking bullshit and whatnot. He's a good friend, but sometimes they both take things way to far.
In other new, (Now that I think I've got it all out of my system): I can't sleep anymore! (Well, I can, sometimes, lol) I've been staying up all night and sleeping all day and I'm getting pissed off about it because then I'm tired and have 0 energy to do anything.
Oh. did I mention that my mom and uncle are going to be smoking in the house now? They made our apartment building an "Smoke-free zone" Great... Just what I fucking need. My immune system is shit already... It's like Marshall all over again... I can't wait until I move out.
I'm running out of things to rant about... Which is probably good because I feel alot better now that I bitched to the choir.
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