Hush, Love, Don't cry,
It'll be alright,
Hold me close,
As I administer the dose,
Listen to my lullaby of lies.
- Created By Mercury Dragon
The Water God...
Mood: Pissed...
Music: Dethklok "Thunderhorse"
Okay, this is just a quick rant...Just to warn you, there's some strong language ahead...
So, me and Celeste went to Wal-Mart today to do some much-needed shopping. We got back to the college safely, aside from having to squeeze past an enormous behemoth of a truck parked practically in the middle of the street. As I was getting my groceries out of the back seat and shutting the door, I noticed something out of place: a GIANT-ASS SCRATCH. It wasn't straight, so I couldn't have gotten it from a runaway shopping cart. I have no idea how long it's been there. All I know is that SOME MOTHER-FUCKING, DILDO-LICKING, ASS-FUCK KEYED MY CAR!!! Now, I don't drive a fancy car. It's just an '02 Ford Focus that my parents bought used for me before I went to college because they wanted me to have something reliable, as I now live 3 hours away from home. But I don't care if I'm driving a fucking pile of shit!! DON'T KEY MY FUCKING CAR!!! I swear to God, if I EVER find out who keyed my baby Sephy (yes, my car's name is Sephy, because he's just that awesome), I WILL BEAT THE MOTHER-FUCKING SHIT OUT OF THE DOUCHEBAG!!! I mean, come on, people! It's a car! It's expensive, no matter how old or used it is!! If you're mad at someone, don't go fucking key their car!! Go find the person and flip them the bird or smash their face in!! Do anything to the person, but don't take it out on their car!!
Yeah, I told my dad what happened. He said that some people are just mean like that. And then he said if I ever found out who it was, beating the shit out of them would be perfectly fine. Then he mentioned that if I told him who did it (should I ever find out who it was), I could just tell him who it was and he would make a special trip up here and break their hands off. And of course, being my dad, he can get away with it. For those of you who are not aware, my dad fought in Iraq back in 2003-04. Two weeks after being there, his Hummer was blown up by an IED and he lost half of his left hand. The doctors said he came within 1/8 of an inch of losing his life. As a result, he is now almost deaf in his left ear and has PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder). He has legal papers giving him the right to declare temporary insanity and have that claim hold up in a court of law. Of course, he doesn't sit on his ass all day and complain and cry about how the damn terrorists ruined his life. No, he makes jokes about it. He gets pissed sometimes, if he's reminded of the events (like when he watches the movie "Home of the Brave"), but he doesn't sulk. He moves on with life. Yes, my dad kicks ass.
Anyways, I feel better now. Rant over.
Stay classy, Otakuites!
Excel~
~~Because the World is round, it turns me on.~~
So Far Away...
Mood: depression...
Music: Toy Box "Superstar" (doesn't really fit my mood, huh?)
Okay, so I figured I'd update you all on my life at the moment. I've got 3 more days of Maymester work, and then Friday we're taking a field trip...I'm glad it's almost over...It's killing me...Although it IS keeping my mind busy and off of a certain subject that I'll be discussing shortly...Then Saturday, my friend Kells is coming to help me move from this apartment building to another apartment building...After we're done moving, we're gonna hang out. I haven't seen her in quite a while, so it'll be fun to do that. Next Monday, I start my community service work...3 weeks, 15 hours each week...That means about 45 hours total...Then on July 1st I start my work-study at the special day care...I'm ready for that...I love those little kids. They're absolutely adorable! I'll work there 20 hours a week (at least, hopefully more) until the Fall '09 semester starts, which will be sometime in late August. After the semester starts, I might continue working at the day care, but my hours will have to be reduced...
Okay, so the reason I'm depressed...Daku left yesterday morning for Nebraska. I made it from his house to campus without crying, but the second I crossed the threshold into my room, I broke down...I cried for a good 40 minutes...He's so far away, and I can't call him just anytime I want because he's working on research, and I can't text him anymore because his parents shut the text function off on his phone plan, and I can't see him whenever I want like I'm used to because he's 8 FUCKING HOURS AWAY!!!!! Long-distance sucks...We did it last summer, but I got to visit him once a month, at least...He'll be in Nebraska for 10 weeks, and the most I'll get to see him is MAYBE one weekend...I really, really, REALLY fucking hate this!! I need to just get somewhere alone and have a breakdown right now, but I can't, because I'm supposed to be working on what's left of my Maymester assignments...
And to make matters worse, our professors chewed us out this morning, saying we were "acting immature, not showing a servant's attitude, had bad attitudes, and letting the estrogen levels get out of control". Well, what the FUCK do they expect?! They're putting so much damn pressure on us, we're bound to be grumpy, grouchy, and be immature. And we can't control the estrogen levels because all 6 of us are GIRLS!! Humans have no control over their fucking chemical balances!! Especially since one of the other girls started her monthly this morning...She REALLY can't help it...I feel bad for her...I really want my professors to just go fuck off right now...I really, really do...
Well, thanks for reading through my little rant, if you did...I congratulate those who read this line...
Stay classy, Otakuites.
Excel~
~~...Attempting to give a damn...Attempt failed...Try again later...~~
I feel your pain, buddy...I feel your pain...
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