Happy fun time!
Hooray! Life is GOOD!
Oh, wait. Nevermind.
On a side note, if I haven't been able to reach you or call, lately, it's because my phone died. The charger is over at my mother's house, and you know what? She removed the key from the back porch, so now I can't use my phone. *grumble* I dislike a lot of things in this world. Most of which culminate within my step-father.
You know, it's laughable. So many things have happened to me, and so few people know about them. I wish I knew why this entertained me so much. I have no impulse to tell people anything about my life. I have to force myself to do so. Or be asked, via conversation, and assume that it's only right to tell them things.
It's culminated in the ability to neglect to mention things. This changes people's opinions about me, too. Especially since I usually end up not mentioning that the reasons that I do things. It often leads others to believe I'm irresponsible, or some kind of asshole. *sigh* That's the not so funny part of it.
"Ben, did you go to the store?"
"No." ...I was busy defending it from ninjas in the parking lot-- I never actually got to go to the store and buy you that thing.
"You asshole!"
"..."
Heh. I don't always answer the question from my side. I don't explain the situation. I guess I feel like it's just too much effort to involve other people in these sorts of dealings. Or I assume that they've picked up on those sorts of things, and I don't want to be an asshole by explaining the obvious. My dad does that all of the time, and it's a real pain in the neck. I wouldn't want to bother people.
Either that, or I'm an asshole beside this entire fact. It could be unimportant. Who knows? Not me. I'm certainly far too lazy to do something like study myself until I come up with an answer. It doesn't bother me enough to try and change it. It bothers the hell out of me, cerainly, however, I'm just REALLY not willing to go through that kind of effort. Especially because if I'm right, I'm really going to have to put a lot of effort in in the future to actually TELL epople things. And heaven knows I can't do that. It would be outside of my idiom.
So, anydangways. What's been going on in life? Ah, not much. Just got a letter threatening to kick me out of school, been constantly harassed by my parents for my low grades, made my grandfather cry with my shitty marks, am being threatened with losing everything I've aways wanted out of life, and recalling painful memories of my past.
Oh, wah? Waaaaaah? Thinking that my past life can't be so bad? Oh, how terrible can Ben have had it? Feh. But if I showed that sort of thing to you, I would gain credibility, but it would simply be waaaay too far out of my idiom. So no. Especially since very few people who actually read this have deserved any right to know. Love and kisses!
Oh, wait. Nevermind.
On a side note, if I haven't been able to reach you or call, lately, it's because my phone died. The charger is over at my mother's house, and you know what? She removed the key from the back porch, so now I can't use my phone. *grumble* I dislike a lot of things in this world. Most of which culminate within my step-father.
You know, it's laughable. So many things have happened to me, and so few people know about them. I wish I knew why this entertained me so much. I have no impulse to tell people anything about my life. I have to force myself to do so. Or be asked, via conversation, and assume that it's only right to tell them things.
It's culminated in the ability to neglect to mention things. This changes people's opinions about me, too. Especially since I usually end up not mentioning that the reasons that I do things. It often leads others to believe I'm irresponsible, or some kind of asshole. *sigh* That's the not so funny part of it.
"Ben, did you go to the store?"
"No." ...I was busy defending it from ninjas in the parking lot-- I never actually got to go to the store and buy you that thing.
"You asshole!"
"..."
Heh. I don't always answer the question from my side. I don't explain the situation. I guess I feel like it's just too much effort to involve other people in these sorts of dealings. Or I assume that they've picked up on those sorts of things, and I don't want to be an asshole by explaining the obvious. My dad does that all of the time, and it's a real pain in the neck. I wouldn't want to bother people.
Either that, or I'm an asshole beside this entire fact. It could be unimportant. Who knows? Not me. I'm certainly far too lazy to do something like study myself until I come up with an answer. It doesn't bother me enough to try and change it. It bothers the hell out of me, cerainly, however, I'm just REALLY not willing to go through that kind of effort. Especially because if I'm right, I'm really going to have to put a lot of effort in in the future to actually TELL epople things. And heaven knows I can't do that. It would be outside of my idiom.
So, anydangways. What's been going on in life? Ah, not much. Just got a letter threatening to kick me out of school, been constantly harassed by my parents for my low grades, made my grandfather cry with my shitty marks, am being threatened with losing everything I've aways wanted out of life, and recalling painful memories of my past.
Oh, wah? Waaaaaah? Thinking that my past life can't be so bad? Oh, how terrible can Ben have had it? Feh. But if I showed that sort of thing to you, I would gain credibility, but it would simply be waaaay too far out of my idiom. So no. Especially since very few people who actually read this have deserved any right to know. Love and kisses!