| Hey! LOOK! AN UPDATE!! ZOMG!! *shock and gasp*
Ehm, for those of you who are only keeping up with me through my Xanga, you'll be completely lost since you're not quite up to date on current news in my (non-existant) life but, uh, yeaah.. If you don't wanna here some bitchy angry ranting, I suggest you stop reading right about....now.
"HOOARGGGHHH!!!?" Do I mean "HOOARGGGHHH!!!" as in "HOOARGGGHHH!!! SHAKE IT LIKE A SALT SHAKER!!" No, that's how Sonny-love means it, and that's how I meant it earlier. :) Now I mean "HOOARGGGHHH!!! I'M SO FUCKING ANGRY I'M ABOUT TO KILL SOMEONE, AND IF I CAN'T FIND ANYONE I'M JUST GOING TO GO ALL EMO AND KILL MYSELF, DAMMIT!!!" :) Aren't I in a lovely mood!?!?!? Wanna know why!? Well, first off I've been entirely pissed off about the fact that I'm not allowed to dye my hair red, have a cell phone, get to see my Sonny-love in Columbus, or go to ANY concert, period. That and my mom's just been a total witch lately. And then I wrote a journal about how Aya was getting on my nerves (and in that journal entry I didn't even say that it was her I was talking about,) so instead of apologizing for all the shitty friend (well, ex-friend now, anyways) she's been lately, she makes a journal about me, specifically says it's about me and links to my dA, and trash talks me. :) So, of course, I write a journal about her trash-talking her back (honestly, what would you do? I have a backbone, and I'm not gonna just sit back and let people say crap about me). So then she has her mom read it. Hm, and she let her mom read her journal saying a lot of crap about me? I highly doubt that. And now I have Dillon profanely insulting me and actually threatening to kill me if he knew where I lived. :) Hahaha, what fun. And of course there's a crapload of other stuffed I've been ticked off about for, hm, two years now. Funny, my mother and I moved to the Middle of Nowhere into a big old house with two other people two years ago! COINCIDENCE!?! That's also around the same time I started noticing that I had bipolar disorder... >>; But despite all my problems, I was actually REALLY HAPPY today, I don't even know why, to tell the truth. I had no homework, no one had made me mad, I hadn't go into any trouble, I just goofed off with my friends all day. I'm finally back into the alto section with my friends and away from all the preppy little eigth graders in choir, and I'm in the same row I was last year (sure, that means I'm still short, but at least I didn't get moved onto the bottom row), I got to sit next to Kaitlin in health and talk with her for practically the whole period, I hadn't been assigned any hard school work, I got Doritos at lunch, Ian only insulted Godchild once today, Tom actually did bug the crap out of me for once, I made a lot of progress on my art folder, and it actually look semi-decent, etc. But then I get home, things are pretty much normal. I heat up some left-overs from last night's dinner and have them as my extremely late lunch, I listen to a CD for while, I watched Ben 10 (WTF?? That show scares me.. XD)... and since I didn't have any homework, I though I'd get on the computer early. But I found a sheet of paper laying on the keyboard, so of course I read it..(yes, I actually bothered to type this up word for word...what I can actually make out, that is. e-e):
"This is for the both of you to read. Do not destroy it.
I have been checking the use of the computer and have found some places and usage to not be appropriate. You are not to be downloading anything or putting pictures of yourselfor anyone on any chat lines or blogs. You are not to be putting personal info, name, address, or Email address on any web site. The use of any profane language will not be tolerated. Your love life, personal life, or problems are not to be shared on the computer. My Place.com is not to be used anymore or any other blogs or chat I find to beingused as stated above. I will get the computer fixed to work properly after which if it crashes again it will be totally removed. And no one wil have use of it. Do not change, download, anything home pase or anything unless I approve it." What the hell is this, a dictatorship!? He gets to make ALL of the rules without compromising or deciding them with anyone because the biggest and the oldest and it's "his" house? Excuse me, I may not make the house payments but I freakin' live here (though I could think of ANYWHERE I'd rather be than here!), so I'm going to have some freakin' in one what goes one. STOP TRYING TO CONTROL MY LIFE. I have to do tons of chores because he says I "don't do anything." Apparently, drawing, singing, talking my friends over the phone and instant messangers, writing, messing around with my guitar, listening to music, watching TV, petting my cat, and playing video games don't count as doing anything. Sure, they're not productive, but neither is riding around in the Middle of Nowhere on a dirt bike and destroying things, And, yes, Travis goes outside and hangs out with his friends, but, y'know, MY FRIENS DON'T LIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!! The only people even remotely CLOSE to my age are all guys. Travis's friends. We tend to generally dislike eachother. There's one girl who lives, like, a mile down the road. She's weird, not to be mean er anything, but really big, and she's a seventh grader. A bit of a poser-prep, too. I'm sure she'd really want to walk to my house so we can hang out together. e-e And it's "Oh, all she does is sit around on her butt all day. Travis helps me mow, work on the truck, blah blah blah." Okay, Travis is weird. He LIKES doing that sorta stuff. I don't what he finds to fun about mowing.. but working on vehicles for him, is like me and drawing. Other people may not think it's fun, but they can usually see why we like it. It's something we're good at, we like doing it, we consider doing it as a job, or at least a lifetime skill/hobby, and we like learning about it, etc.. And he never said I couldn't use MySpace.com, just not "MyPlace.com". :) My love life and personal life are pretty much nonexistant. :) I give away my first name. OHMIGAWD. How awful. The most I've ever said about about where I live is that I live in Washington. I have given away my zip code, but that's where the site itself asks you, like on Neopets, and no one else can see it. My E-Mail address? What harm is that going to do!? My picture.. if anyone saw a picture of me, they WOULDN'T want to come rape me. They'd choose someone who looked prettier, more normal, and easier to be taken advantage of. Personal information? I've never said anything personal enough about myself to do any harm to myself. And the only reason the computer keeps on crashing is because the our virus protection sucks... Downloading musics not gonna hurt the computer. o_O; And blogs are practically the only reason I GET on the computer! BLENDERRRR!!! (that's just for you, Kaitlin XD) Long live the blogs. And a little profanity never killed anyone. (Kaitlin: No it didn't. Or did it!?) I'm happy now. Shawn, Kaitlin, Kacy, my mom, a milkshake from Burger King, and Savannah all helped cheer me up. :) Thanks!<3
(BTW, this same exact rant is going on my dA, MySpace, Xanga, etc. so you don't have to read all of them.. XD)
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