for one, i don't want to intrude on her room. two; if she were to come in when i was in here she'd ask me what i was doing and explaining the internet to someone who knows absolutely nothing about it (or about the kind of stuff i do on it [im, blog, forums, etc.]) is a real pain. so i've been catching up on my video game playing. for a graduation present to myself, i bought soul calibur ii and mario-kart double dash. i was teaching my mom to play mario-kart, and that was really fun; she's really getting into it.so yea, i graduated, and today i went in to sign up for my classes next fall.
i had some trouble knowing when to stop picking out classes, because it looked like so few! i ended up enrolling in english comp 2, intermediate algebra (they said i could get away with being in the easy course as credit.), oral interpretation of literature (which i need for my major), intro. to philosophy, and intro. to psych. i think i may drop intro to psych, though, as 15 credit hours is supposed to be a big course load, and i should probably ease my way in first semester.wow! i've got some nice friendly comments! yay! as to what anime i like, my favorites have gotta be inuyasha, ranma 1/2, read or die, fushigi yuugi, and i think neon genesis evangelion has become a favorite too. ranma 1/2 is a classic; crazy outta control martial arts and quirky "love" triangles. i highly recommend it. i also like quite a few others, which would take me a while to list, so i'll just skip that and you can figure them out as we go along... or something...
"run, forrest, run!" but you really can't fully appreciate the movie when you're eleven-years-old. it's shows alot, you know. today i was thinking about forrest's unconditional love towards jenny and how she takes it for granted. she never really realized what she had going for her till it was almost too late, and then she just comes back and expects forrest to still like her (which he does of course, but if you think about it, in forrest's position, would you?). and the movie has great music in it to boot.
though i still see some holes in your arguments. for one, eric, what the hell made you think i live in a world where anything is hippy skippy? my god, man, where have you been? isn't your entire argument that i'm being too pessimistic? i dunno about you but i see something wrong with this claim. i commend eric and chris for finally owning up to their comments, and i must say i'm not surprised in the slightest. call me as clueless as you want, but personally i thought it would be better to avoid jumping to conclusions and assuming who my little fan club was. may i ask, though, what is it i did to offend you so terribly much? just the two of you aren't everybody, so i have been given insufficient proof that "everybody" feels this way. and a note to chris: i find you very hypocritical. how can you tell me to stop complaining when you complain just as much or more? when i complain, as none of you seem to have noticed, i'm just making conversation. like how some people talk about the weather. i say that i had a boring weekend; well, i did. i'm not asking you to fix it, i'm not saying it's your fault, i'm just saying that i was bored all weekend, what did you do? however, chris, you are one of the most bitchy people i know. i thought maybe having a girlfriend would make you less bitchy all the time, but apparently i was wrong. not only to you complain how much you hate our school ALL THE TIME, you also complain that i complain to much. now if that's not hypocritical i don't know what is. just thought i'd point that out to you.
i wouldn't say i'm "doing what you say". the very thought of "doing what you say" disgusts me to a point near vomitting. i'm doing what i feel like. if you haven't noticed, a good deal of my posts were already like my last few, so how are you "improving" me when i was already like that to begin with? and as for actually having a life, well you sure as hell coulda fooled me with all those consecutive comments.
when i decide to type about something far more interesting and not sound like i'm being a bitch; they decide not to look at all, perhaps? this is highly biased if you ask me. and they still didn't hold up to their dare (maybe they really are afraid to let themselves be known).
three of the five high schools in close proximity of our baker's. we've already got dozens of orders placed; i kinda feel bad for the cake decorators. well, on friday i sat on my ass and read the web comic i showed you in my last post. my brother came in and checked the internet timer, and it said i had been on for 6 hours, then i stayed on for 10-20 minutes after that. the good thing is, though, my mom ordered us pizza. you just can't miss with stuffed crust cheese pizza.
oh god this makes me so happy! of course i WILL have mondays still, technically, but none in organized school environments. unless i become a teacher, and the day i become a teacher would mark the beginning of the apocolypse. so it's pretty much my last monday. unless i get an office job, too, but i'm going to be avoiding that one at all costs.
it takes so long and i'm getting tired of it, though i do gotta say: sure, what the hell, i dare you: who are you? though one of the said persons is someone i haven't ever heard of... ??? i checked out his livejournal, and there was a post about me (aw, how sweet of him). apparently i'm hellish. that's a new one, though i think i prefer being called hellish than what i think they called me behind my back in grade school *shudders* that hell-hole.
but then they were talking about this 23-year-old who was all pissed off from being called "mam" by and 18-year-old waitress. this is where we get into the grey area. where do you draw the line between calling someone "mam" and "miss". i guess it's just up to the person's own discretion, but personally i think i'm far too young to be a "mam". unless it's a five-year-old who thinks that age 13 is ancient. you gotta forgive lil' kids for that stuff, they don't know better. one time my mom came home and told me how one of her pre-school students told her "look! there's your sister!" but they meant me. :S
i need my goddam sleep! no, not beauty sleep; no amount of slumber could improve my looks (and not that i give a damn, either), just plain sleep.
well, you know what? it's do damn bad that you think it's crappy that i say whatever the hell i say. once again, you don't like it, yet you come here and read this blog anyway. i dunno about you, but usually i aviod reading things that i don't like. and i'm not looking for sympathy, i'm humoring myself. for the first two months i started this blog nobody read it, so i'd talk to myself about how i was talking to myself. now people apparently do read this, yet i still mention that i'm talking to myself. it's more of an ongoing joke than anything, really. if you don't find it funny; well, sorry, but i don't give a damn. and if i replied in my comments to you, then there's no guarentee that you'd see my reply. that and i wouldn't get to mock you openly like this.
what are you saying won't ever get better if i don't start "doing things" for myself? and what are these "things" i'm supposed to be doing? "everyone KNOWS that is what you mean" that's a lil' broad there, dontcha think? how do you "KNOW" that everyone thinks they "KNOW" what you "KNOW"? and what does posting anonymously have to do with "doing things" and "nothing" ever getting "better"? posting anonymously is cowardly. you're afraid of my knowing who you are. why is that, i wonder? you're so bold in your words, why don't you want my to know who you are. if the whole beef is that you want me to call YOU and ask YOU if YOU wanna hang out, then why is it you don't tell me who YOU are? though i seriously doubt that i'd call you and ask you to hang out. i don't hang out with people who hate me.
where does it come into play that i "fail at every thing else [i] do"? and how am i making myself out to be a failure? sure i may fail at making new friends, but where did i ever say i actually thought i'd succeed? i'm not a very good people person, if you haven't noticed, and i seem to remember being unable to make any friends in my grade school class. "fail at keeping grades" woah, where did THAT come from. my gpa has absolutely nothing to do with my social skills and is none of your god damned business. you're so desparate for insults, it's sad.
