Hat in a Rat Bat

Back to myself today... I hope, at least.
This morning has been rather strange so far. It feels ten times longer than most mornings do...

I also have a math test last block that I am sincerely unprepared for. Tuesdays are usually my favourite days, but today it shall be filled with the-terror-of-an-upcoming-math-test.

Ah well. At least it's not on the double.

In other news, I'm going to go brush my teeth, and then get on the bus (fascinating, right?). Good day to you all!

I Apologize in Advance for My Language

Can you please grow the fuck up? You honestly fucking ruin everything for me... All the time. I hate this. I don't try to ask for much, but you and your fucking little problems just mess everything up. You honestly don't seem to care. It's all about you, always fucking has been. Maybe you don't realize how much you affect our entire family with your self centered life, but you do. Maybe try getting some values. I just find it so hard to believe that you haven't grown up at all! Seriously... Yeah, I know it's not completely your fault, I know dad gets pissed at you pretty fucking easily, but maybe if you weren't such an self absorbed ass, it wouldn't happen in the first place. You have no idea the shit I put up with, but maybe if you realized how your actions can affect other people, I wouldn't have to be writing this crap that I'm never going to say to your face because I know it would just make matters worse. Oh, and I still love you and what not. I just wish you could grow up and see what you're doing to our family. To me. But whatever, I'll just deal with it like I always do. I mean what else can I do, it's been nineteen years, and you obviously haven't figured it out yet. Then everyone tells me their problems, I feel like I'm the fucking family shrink. I know what everyone needs to do, but of course it's not my place to tell them, because they'd probably just get pissed off and go all "you wouldn't understand!". You'd be surprised how much you understand when you have all the sides of the story. You'd also be surprised how you can usually trace the entire problem back to one egocentric person. Not that I'm saying my family is one huge disaster zone, it's usually pretty alright. You just have a tendency to piss everyone off.

Captive

What even?
Shoulder blades.
Shoulder. Blades.



Blades.

Lamprophonic

You look like a kitten. A very happy kitten. I like it a lot. 

I wish I actually did my homework sometimes. I used to, I really did. Then, somewhere along the line, I just lost pretty much all of my motivation. I wish I could just not do all these things I feel pressured to do. 

I hope it's nice out tomorrow. I hope this doesn't fail. I hope I actually talk to you. 

I wish I didn't have to be so nice. I mean, nice in situations I wish I didn't have to be nice in. 

I feel like I can't write everything I want to write because people are just going to ask about it.

Sometimes I want to talk about things, sometimes I don't. 

I had a good day today. That's probably not exactly evident from the rest of this post, but its moderately true nonetheless. 

We Were Made in the Dark

I think there's a side of me that nobody actually knows.

It's strange to think about it, actually. I feel like there's this little part of me that nobody but me is ever going to know, and I think maybe that's why I'm such an independent person. I mean, it's not that I don't like being around people, because I love it! But doing things alone, not having to take anyone else's thoughts into consideration... it just appeals to me. Obviously I'm not saying I'm better than anyone else or anything, because I'm not. I'd just usually rather do things that aren't particularly social by myself. :D

On that note, I should probably go finish my book report poster.

Today, My Socks are Blue

Why is it whenever I don't really need a cool idea for anything, I come up with all these intense things, but whenever I have to do something "creative" for school, I can't think of anything?


                       


                Someone called me dumb for using a thesaurus the other day.
                                        I called them a repugnant dolt.

Narshlaves Coming in From Above!

I have something to confess. You see, I've got this thing with microwaves.
Actually, I guess this applies to alarm clocks, timers, and the like.

Everybody's always judging me. They claim I put mayonnaise on ALL the things (Not true!), and now they judge my strange OCD habits.

For example, if I'm heating something up in the microwave, I never put it in for a pitiful twenty seconds, or anything well rounded or ending with a five, for that matter. It's got to be some random obscure number like 37, or 44, or 21. I also put things in for 122 seconds, rather than putting in for two minutes.

I do it with alarm clocks as well! I get up in the morning at 6:24. Baking? Same deal. Recipe calls for 15-20 minutes? It's going in for 18, and there's nothing you can do about it. Dunno why I feel the need to do it. I don't even know when or how this all started, to be honest.

Just thought I'd... come clean? I don't think that's exactly the term I was looking for, but it'll do.


On a completely separate horse of thought, I started making my sword today. Huzzah.