...
damn right, i'm "not posting."
today's been hot and cold.
mostly cold. no. not even lukewarm.
it was going by "ok" until like.. 3. ._.
so i come home and OOH! myspace comment! from who? dominuqee?! yay! let's comment back.
so i do that for about 45 mins. back and forth, and ... guess who reads our comments?!
none other than the person we were talking about. oh, woopdeedoo.
so, she gets the guts to post a bulletin about how i have no lifeeee. =)
and .. omigosh! guess what happens next ?!
yeah, you guessed it! i did nothing. not even a bulletin to talk back.
and, i'm a litttttle bit happy about that cause... if i replied to that bulletin, it would've gotten me into an even worse situation.
but still! i'm still IN a situation.
here it comes.
first off, you said "if you talk crap about people on myspace, it's tacky [idk]"
reality check: OH, THIS COMING FROM THE GOSSIP QUEEN HERSELF, RIGHT?!
secondly: you have no life!
reality check: yeah. i have no life. great. how bout you? i don't spend my hours looking at people's comments.
**different bulletin: i ran 4 miles! you DON'T have to be 90 lbs. to run! cause i did it!
reality check: areyoumotherfuckingserious.
thank god for people like my gurlfrann and alyssa; thanks for the help, guys :]
BUT! AS IF THIS DAY COULD GET ANY WORSE!
my mom comes in the room and sees the bulletin. :)
you. can. not. believe. how. mad. she. got.
she took away my laptop. she's making me relocate to "downstairs". where everyone can see what i'm doing.
well, that's great.
cause thanks a lot, SARAH, YOU'VE OFFICIALLY RUINED MY LIFE.
YES. YOU HAVE. YOUUUU HAVE.
people are hatin' on me. that's great.
: i fucking hate this life; i just can't handle it. I CAN'T, CAN'T, CAN'T.
idk how i've gone so far, but i'm definetly not enjoying it.
OH YEAH. MY DAD'S SO FUCKING STUPID. HONESTLY.
HE JUST COMES UP TO ME ALL THE TIME NOW, AND SAYS
YOUR FAULT!
IT'S YOUR FAULT.
YOU KNOW WHAT!? IT'S YOUR FAULT!
CAUSE IF YOU NEVER HAD A KID. THIS WOULD NEVER HAD HAPPENED. SO SHUT THE FUCK UP MAN.
YEAH. sSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTTHEFUCKINGHELLUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
greatttt.
Well this effing sucks. Idk really, life? Okay, there are some good parts. But really, it all comes back down to my theory, can we really just leave friends that aren't good for us? It doesn't matter what other people think of you, say to you, and bring you down, huh? Ok, well what if everyone you knew was liek that, and the only people who are nice to you are only like that because they're being polite, and you are completely utterly on your own? (even your family- hey, it could happen with my kinda parents) \
I'm not saying my situation is like that. Heck, i have too many good things to complain. Sure, someone's bitchy or an asshole every once in a while, but i have it better than many. But what if what if what if... I heard that's what authors live off of. Get their inspiration from and stuff.
And i STILL don't know why i bother talking. It usually just gets me that LOOK. I hate that look. It's liek this glare people give me when i say something stupid that's like "You stupid!" Without words and a hundred times worse. Eff you. Like that Lily Allen song.
I'm not saying my situation is like that. Heck, i have too many good things to complain. Sure, someone's bitchy or an asshole every once in a while, but i have it better than many. But what if what if what if... I heard that's what authors live off of. Get their inspiration from and stuff.
And i STILL don't know why i bother talking. It usually just gets me that LOOK. I hate that look. It's liek this glare people give me when i say something stupid that's like "You stupid!" Without words and a hundred times worse. Eff you. Like that Lily Allen song.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
untitled.
i have no specific title, but i must be pretty freakin depsertae, two blogs in one day.
more to add to my day.
i've NEVER cried so hard in my life. never.
mom+dad thing, once again, they suck so bad.
they just teamed up and totally went against me. like, totally.
they sooo emphasized the "irresposible unorganized" part, but seriously, did they HAVE to go on?! "you're so immature, you play around too much, you're gonna turn out to be a disaster"
yeah. i got pissed. i finally broke.
so it was around when they said "do you want us to treat you like a child?! hold your hand everywhere, and tuck you into bed every night?!"
i broke. and i said "I'D RATHER SLIT MY THROAT."
that kinda pissed them off.
i mean, like... really.
-_______-
so i guess my eyes and my mouth are gonna hurt like shine tommorow.
especially my mouth. ._.
i like the fall of troy.
i hate valentine's day. so much for love.
i bet jackie was talking about me.
my problems are too much, idk why i even do this...
more to add to my day.
i've NEVER cried so hard in my life. never.
mom+dad thing, once again, they suck so bad.
they just teamed up and totally went against me. like, totally.
they sooo emphasized the "irresposible unorganized" part, but seriously, did they HAVE to go on?! "you're so immature, you play around too much, you're gonna turn out to be a disaster"
yeah. i got pissed. i finally broke.
so it was around when they said "do you want us to treat you like a child?! hold your hand everywhere, and tuck you into bed every night?!"
i broke. and i said "I'D RATHER SLIT MY THROAT."
that kinda pissed them off.
i mean, like... really.
-_______-
so i guess my eyes and my mouth are gonna hurt like shine tommorow.
especially my mouth. ._.
i like the fall of troy.
i hate valentine's day. so much for love.
i bet jackie was talking about me.
my problems are too much, idk why i even do this...
blarrgg.
WONDERFUL DAY, OR SO IT SEEMED.
today, i wake up, realize it's late, and leave the house without eating. anything. or drinking. xD
get in the car, put ipod earphones in my ear, and the screen says "connect to power."
so i just stare out the window the whole entire drive.
my mouth's hurting, and my mom gets mad at me cause i don't talk.
mom: why aren't you talking?!
me: i got spacers, remember!?
mom: that doesn't make an excuse.
me: ... my mouth hurts. (JUST SHUT UP CAUSE IT HURTS)
mom: so?
me: it hurts to talk. (THIS IS PAINFUL FOR ME, YOU BUTTHEAD.)
mom: *lectures about how she never talked to her parents so rudely for 15 minutes.*
wonderful.
so i get into class,and show jackie and jerrald my NERO book for my book report, and jackie talks about how i thought nero was weird and shit.
Jackie: i thought nero was WEIRD
me: yeah, i found a book (MY MOUTH'S KILLING ME SHEEEIT)
so.. i guess i just LEAVE IT THERE
and when i come back, it's GONE. TOTALLY GONE. JUST GONE.
i'm still suspecting ian >.> BUT STILL, IT'S GONE. TOTALLY GONE.
and i looked alllllll over the freaking school for the damn book, AND IT'S GONE. GONNNNE.
that messed up my mood.
so i get into the car, and my mom starts talking to me again.
me: my nero book's gone.
mom: HOW COME YOU ALWAYS LOSE THINGS?! YOU'RE SO IRRESPONSIBLE! I NEVER LOSE MY THINGS. YOU'RE SO UNORGANZIED.
me: mhm. (shut up!)
mom: you better find it.
... OMG, I STILL CAN'T FIND IT.
so then, i get home, go to my room and look for clothes to wear tommorow,
AND GUESS WHAT?! NO JEANS! OR ANYTHING! ONLY SHORTS AND CARGO PANTS.
THAT'S IT. OMG, IMA LOOK LIKE KATRINA TOMMOROW. BADLY DRESSED.
i mean, i have my power rangers shirt, and my white jacket, but NOOOOO JEANS.
WTF?! AWW MANN, COME ONNN. HAVE SOME SORT OF MERCY ON ME, GOD.
my heart shades, i left them at KARATE, AND I DON'T GO TO KARATE ON THURSDAYS.
SHINNNNNNNNNNEEEE.
i have to accessorize SOMEHOW. UGH.
I JUST WANT MY NERO BOOK BACK. I WANT TO WEAR A TOGA AND TALK ABOUT HOW I KILLED MY WIVES BY PUTTING THEM IN HOTTUBS AND SLITTING THEIR VEINS. I WANNA TALK ABOUT HOW I SET PEOPLE ON FIRE AND USED THEM TO LIGHT UP MY GARDEN.
I JUST WANT MY NEROOOO BOOOOOOK.
Yeah. Karma. I wanted to use him first. But that doesn't matter of course.
I noticed a lot, no one really cares about you. When it reallllllyyy gets down to it, does anyone care? And my crazy asian parents, they dont really care. So when not even your family cares, who does? And your friends, when they've heard your stories, given their advice and consolence- after a while, they just kind of get sick of you. You're just an annoying voice that used to be funny, or they're tired of your complaining. You suck at everything, and they don't really care of course, so what are you stuck with? I always wondered, people tell you you don't need friends who are mean, but what if you had mean friends but that was all you had? No one's gonna magically become your friend. You're alone. You might be the most righteous person in the world, but you're alone.
Why do girls (maybe guys too, idk) have a need to tell people their problems? I'll listen of course, but what if no one wants to hear. You're kinda stuck hearing but never telling. Oh well.
today, i wake up, realize it's late, and leave the house without eating. anything. or drinking. xD
get in the car, put ipod earphones in my ear, and the screen says "connect to power."
so i just stare out the window the whole entire drive.
my mouth's hurting, and my mom gets mad at me cause i don't talk.
mom: why aren't you talking?!
me: i got spacers, remember!?
mom: that doesn't make an excuse.
me: ... my mouth hurts. (JUST SHUT UP CAUSE IT HURTS)
mom: so?
me: it hurts to talk. (THIS IS PAINFUL FOR ME, YOU BUTTHEAD.)
mom: *lectures about how she never talked to her parents so rudely for 15 minutes.*
wonderful.
so i get into class,and show jackie and jerrald my NERO book for my book report, and jackie talks about how i thought nero was weird and shit.
Jackie: i thought nero was WEIRD
me: yeah, i found a book (MY MOUTH'S KILLING ME SHEEEIT)
so.. i guess i just LEAVE IT THERE
and when i come back, it's GONE. TOTALLY GONE. JUST GONE.
i'm still suspecting ian >.> BUT STILL, IT'S GONE. TOTALLY GONE.
and i looked alllllll over the freaking school for the damn book, AND IT'S GONE. GONNNNE.
that messed up my mood.
so i get into the car, and my mom starts talking to me again.
me: my nero book's gone.
mom: HOW COME YOU ALWAYS LOSE THINGS?! YOU'RE SO IRRESPONSIBLE! I NEVER LOSE MY THINGS. YOU'RE SO UNORGANZIED.
me: mhm. (shut up!)
mom: you better find it.
... OMG, I STILL CAN'T FIND IT.
so then, i get home, go to my room and look for clothes to wear tommorow,
AND GUESS WHAT?! NO JEANS! OR ANYTHING! ONLY SHORTS AND CARGO PANTS.
THAT'S IT. OMG, IMA LOOK LIKE KATRINA TOMMOROW. BADLY DRESSED.
i mean, i have my power rangers shirt, and my white jacket, but NOOOOO JEANS.
WTF?! AWW MANN, COME ONNN. HAVE SOME SORT OF MERCY ON ME, GOD.
my heart shades, i left them at KARATE, AND I DON'T GO TO KARATE ON THURSDAYS.
SHINNNNNNNNNNEEEE.
i have to accessorize SOMEHOW. UGH.
I JUST WANT MY NERO BOOK BACK. I WANT TO WEAR A TOGA AND TALK ABOUT HOW I KILLED MY WIVES BY PUTTING THEM IN HOTTUBS AND SLITTING THEIR VEINS. I WANNA TALK ABOUT HOW I SET PEOPLE ON FIRE AND USED THEM TO LIGHT UP MY GARDEN.
I JUST WANT MY NEROOOO BOOOOOOK.
Yeah. Karma. I wanted to use him first. But that doesn't matter of course.
I noticed a lot, no one really cares about you. When it reallllllyyy gets down to it, does anyone care? And my crazy asian parents, they dont really care. So when not even your family cares, who does? And your friends, when they've heard your stories, given their advice and consolence- after a while, they just kind of get sick of you. You're just an annoying voice that used to be funny, or they're tired of your complaining. You suck at everything, and they don't really care of course, so what are you stuck with? I always wondered, people tell you you don't need friends who are mean, but what if you had mean friends but that was all you had? No one's gonna magically become your friend. You're alone. You might be the most righteous person in the world, but you're alone.
Why do girls (maybe guys too, idk) have a need to tell people their problems? I'll listen of course, but what if no one wants to hear. You're kinda stuck hearing but never telling. Oh well.
Friday, February 6, 2009
ehhhh.
me and jackie aren't going to the dance,
i have to watch holy people play basketball.
my mom+dad paid for my aunt and cousin to come,
BUT WHAT DO THEY DO?!
THEY DON'T COME, and my aunt says "OH, I DON'T FEEL LIKE IT."
and to top it off, she asks me "what are you doing?"
and when i say "nothing"
she says "how come you don't share what you do with us ? you're so selfish."
now here it comes.
LIISSTTEN UPP.
mDO MYYY HOMEWORK. I HAVE MY OWNNN HW TO DO TO, YOU KNOW.y mom and dad do almost everryything they can to support you,
and when they ask youuuu for a favor, you deny it?!?
and you're calling ME selfish ?!
wow, look who's talking!
just leave me alone, and noo, why WOULD i share my day with you?
and youu,, you stupid cousin,
STOP MAKING ME DO YOUR HWFOR YOU
AND IF YOU WONDER WHY YOU GET LIKE, STARIGHT C'S, MAYBE IT'S CAUSE YOU ACTUALLY LISTEN TO THE ANSWERS I GIVE YOU.
JEEEEEESUS CHRIST, JUST LET ME
i have to watch holy people play basketball.
my mom+dad paid for my aunt and cousin to come,
BUT WHAT DO THEY DO?!
THEY DON'T COME, and my aunt says "OH, I DON'T FEEL LIKE IT."
and to top it off, she asks me "what are you doing?"
and when i say "nothing"
she says "how come you don't share what you do with us ? you're so selfish."
now here it comes.
LIISSTTEN UPP.
mDO MYYY HOMEWORK. I HAVE MY OWNNN HW TO DO TO, YOU KNOW.y mom and dad do almost everryything they can to support you,
and when they ask youuuu for a favor, you deny it?!?
and you're calling ME selfish ?!
wow, look who's talking!
just leave me alone, and noo, why WOULD i share my day with you?
and youu,, you stupid cousin,
STOP MAKING ME DO YOUR HWFOR YOU
AND IF YOU WONDER WHY YOU GET LIKE, STARIGHT C'S, MAYBE IT'S CAUSE YOU ACTUALLY LISTEN TO THE ANSWERS I GIVE YOU.
JEEEEEESUS CHRIST, JUST LET ME
Thursday, February 5, 2009
ok, my rant?
NO,NOT REALLY A RANT.
IT'S JUST NOT EVEYRDAY WHE YOU GET A CUUUUTE DUDE ASKING YOU TO BE HIS VALENTINE ?!
WOOOOO !
anyways, ... I STILL LOVE ANTHONY. XD
don't be jealous, mann, ;)
how nice though, i won't be alone for valentine's day.
it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. :)
and that's a good feeling.
and--WOW JACKIE JUST GOT OFFLINE !
WITHOUT SAYING BYE BYE OR LAHHV YOU TOO !
WTF!
well, that's a burden. anyways,
once again, it's sooo not everyday when you get soem dude asking you to be his valentine. how nice.
this valentine's is gonna interesting (stole from jackie).
obviously.
gah, >.>.
so my day was ok-ish, filled with professional pikachu drawings and beautiful marills and charmanders.
speaking of pokemon, i still have my old pokemon cards.
HEY, WANNA TRADE ?! my mr.mime's annoying me.
IT'S JUST NOT EVEYRDAY WHE YOU GET A CUUUUTE DUDE ASKING YOU TO BE HIS VALENTINE ?!
WOOOOO !
anyways, ... I STILL LOVE ANTHONY. XD
don't be jealous, mann, ;)
how nice though, i won't be alone for valentine's day.
it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. :)
and that's a good feeling.
and--WOW JACKIE JUST GOT OFFLINE !
WITHOUT SAYING BYE BYE OR LAHHV YOU TOO !
WTF!
well, that's a burden. anyways,
once again, it's sooo not everyday when you get soem dude asking you to be his valentine. how nice.
this valentine's is gonna interesting (stole from jackie).
obviously.
gah, >.>.
so my day was ok-ish, filled with professional pikachu drawings and beautiful marills and charmanders.
speaking of pokemon, i still have my old pokemon cards.
HEY, WANNA TRADE ?! my mr.mime's annoying me.
Now that's multitasking
CaptainJackee here. So, a lot happens in a day these days. Sigh, I remember back when it used to just be bad days and good days. 24 hours in which any kinda shit can happen (about half of it spent sleeping eating and showering tho)- and lately, there's been lots of it. Maybe I have mood swings?
Anyway, so I notice, some days I fill the other blog with lala happiness, and this one with... this kinda stuff. It's both real, its both me (dont start singing demi lovato). Or is it? I can't be myself if I don't even know. Right now's a real mind-twister. I guess that's what IMing's for. Talk to 4 different people at the same time about different things in different atmospheres. I think I change depending on who im talking to.
Number one: chattin it up with muhree.
Wow, never kissed? Haha yeah. OMG you have a cute valentine? XP he looks korean. Then she starts CAPsing how wonderful the day is :]. XP yeahh... love you too. BOB SAGET ON PRIMETIME? LOLZ. (she says: I LOVE YOU THE MOST BUT DONT TELL NO ONE!) <-- i made sure no one knows. then she gets a call XP
At the same time (my sister talking to me in real-life):
HAHA! LOOK IT THIS! (fail blog- hilarious blog filled with pictures of everyday fails)
http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/fail-owned-air-fresh-fail.jpg
And then she asks me, "can you IM me *hugs* ?" Cuz i guess she needs to win a bet, so I type "farts". Yep. Farts.
Other person (awkward exfriendmeanieaccquaintence):
"Hey." "Hey" "wassap" "guitar"
goes on for a while... lots of pauses (extremely slow typer or un-care?)
It's not that great trying to converse, but I don't mind. I kinda miss the good old, actually like to talk to each other, days. But now he's an idiot at school. Only ok on IM.
Cry-tal:
her: psst! im procrastinating! (well not that straight out, but we all know she is)
then she wants to borrow my dress for the dance. cuz it matches her muffler.
Overlyreligiousboy:
Now here's the unexpected one. Theres this kid in our class- superoverly religious, scared to get touched, openly claims that girls have cooties and that he will be a virgin for life. He's been gone from school a few days now, no one really notices. So he says stuff about how he's super sick, and purgatory, and how he's sin. I mean, he makes it sound uber hard to get into heaven like its some sort of famous fancypants college. So I ask him to chill and if anyone knows, and slowly he starts to change to "its no big deal" mode. How weird.
And of course, I'm still wondering if that one dudes ever gonna IM. probably wont.
Imagine, all this at the same time.
Anyway, so I notice, some days I fill the other blog with lala happiness, and this one with... this kinda stuff. It's both real, its both me (dont start singing demi lovato). Or is it? I can't be myself if I don't even know. Right now's a real mind-twister. I guess that's what IMing's for. Talk to 4 different people at the same time about different things in different atmospheres. I think I change depending on who im talking to.
Number one: chattin it up with muhree.
Wow, never kissed? Haha yeah. OMG you have a cute valentine? XP he looks korean. Then she starts CAPsing how wonderful the day is :]. XP yeahh... love you too. BOB SAGET ON PRIMETIME? LOLZ. (she says: I LOVE YOU THE MOST BUT DONT TELL NO ONE!) <-- i made sure no one knows. then she gets a call XP
At the same time (my sister talking to me in real-life):
HAHA! LOOK IT THIS! (fail blog- hilarious blog filled with pictures of everyday fails)
http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/fail-owned-air-fresh-fail.jpg
And then she asks me, "can you IM me *hugs* ?" Cuz i guess she needs to win a bet, so I type "farts". Yep. Farts.
Other person (awkward exfriendmeanieaccquaintence):
"Hey." "Hey" "wassap" "guitar"
goes on for a while... lots of pauses (extremely slow typer or un-care?)
It's not that great trying to converse, but I don't mind. I kinda miss the good old, actually like to talk to each other, days. But now he's an idiot at school. Only ok on IM.
Cry-tal:
her: psst! im procrastinating! (well not that straight out, but we all know she is)
then she wants to borrow my dress for the dance. cuz it matches her muffler.
Overlyreligiousboy:
Now here's the unexpected one. Theres this kid in our class- superoverly religious, scared to get touched, openly claims that girls have cooties and that he will be a virgin for life. He's been gone from school a few days now, no one really notices. So he says stuff about how he's super sick, and purgatory, and how he's sin. I mean, he makes it sound uber hard to get into heaven like its some sort of famous fancypants college. So I ask him to chill and if anyone knows, and slowly he starts to change to "its no big deal" mode. How weird.
And of course, I'm still wondering if that one dudes ever gonna IM. probably wont.
Imagine, all this at the same time.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
mf's indeed.
ok, here comes my rant about ... UGH.
let's talk about the following situations. :)
so let's say there's this guy without any guts to ask a girl to dance. he gets rejected, and then whines.
PUH-LEASE! that's just the least of our worries.
let's say he has a low self esteem too. how FUCKING STUPID. GUYS, JUST ASK THE GIRL. the worse they can do is say no.
you pathetic wimps, afraid of REJECTION. EVERYONE GOES THROUGH IT! so SHUT YOUR MOUTH, stop complaining, and go on with life.
and you so-called "pimps", uhhhh, let's see.
YOU DON'T NEEDA NEW GIRLFRIEND EVERY MONTH.
*c**p?! <-(it would make it obvious) that's plain sick.
you people trying to get girls, being perverted will NEVER work. just.. never.
and let's say you had a gf, broke up with her.. and then asked two of her friends to dance?
yeah, you'd get
RE-JE-CT-ED! REJECTED! REJECTED! YOU JUST GOT REJECTED!
and not to mention.. you'd be hated.
HAVE YOU EVER NOTICED HOW MANY GIRLS TALK ABOUT YOU AND YOUR... YUCKY-NESS??!
sigh.
THANK YOU! JUST SPIT IT OUT IN PLAIN WORDS!
YOU. DO NOT. ASK . HER. BEST. FRIENDS.
btw, the girls don't like you!
I wish I could leave this freaking school.
let's talk about the following situations. :)
so let's say there's this guy without any guts to ask a girl to dance. he gets rejected, and then whines.
PUH-LEASE! that's just the least of our worries.
let's say he has a low self esteem too. how FUCKING STUPID. GUYS, JUST ASK THE GIRL. the worse they can do is say no.
you pathetic wimps, afraid of REJECTION. EVERYONE GOES THROUGH IT! so SHUT YOUR MOUTH, stop complaining, and go on with life.
and you so-called "pimps", uhhhh, let's see.
YOU DON'T NEEDA NEW GIRLFRIEND EVERY MONTH.
*c**p?! <-(it would make it obvious) that's plain sick.
you people trying to get girls, being perverted will NEVER work. just.. never.
and let's say you had a gf, broke up with her.. and then asked two of her friends to dance?
yeah, you'd get
RE-JE-CT-ED! REJECTED! REJECTED! YOU JUST GOT REJECTED!
and not to mention.. you'd be hated.
HAVE YOU EVER NOTICED HOW MANY GIRLS TALK ABOUT YOU AND YOUR... YUCKY-NESS??!
sigh.
THANK YOU! JUST SPIT IT OUT IN PLAIN WORDS!
YOU. DO NOT. ASK . HER. BEST. FRIENDS.
btw, the girls don't like you!
I wish I could leave this freaking school.
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