Blergh
My nails got so prettified today. Muchos coloros. I hate spanish. I still need to talk to that pig bitch about not taking that class and just studying it on my own and still taking the tests and stuff.
I got new drumsticks today, and they're wicked light. Like, lighter than any drumsticks I've ever used before, and it's crazy because I'd been using these enormous sticks that weighed almost a pound each in the interest of hitting like a mother fucker and developing my wrist strength, speed, etc. The result? I'm an absolute beast (to put it in the words of some) on the drums now. Well, more of a beast than I was. Not to brag, but . . . damn.
I'm having sushi for dinner, which makes me mondo happio. Mmm...sushi.
Sigh. Livejournals are so one sided. I like to converse. Damn.
I came up with a very interesting line to use when discussing overcoming something. "I conquered that like a mongol on the wrong side of the great wall of china." I amuse myself. I conquered The Everlasting Gaze like a mongol on the wrong side of the great wall of china today. Sorry to be so self centered...
I'd like to think of myself as a pacifist, and I'm really opposed to violence and hostility of any kind unless I'm directly threatened, and I still tend to hold back in that sort of situation. Sadly, my home life is the exact opposite of the ideal conditions for such a person as myself. My sister enjoys conflict, so she is completely unable to agree with anyone on anything, and then when people attempt to go with what she wants, she gets pissed off and puts herself in a situation she hates, so she can gripe about it later. I honestly have not heard a positive comment from her in weeks. My mother tends to deal with the hostility in the absolute worst way possible, which is going along with it, therefore making her life harder, therefore making my life infinitely more difficult, because her problems immediately become my problems. I'm either used as a verbal punching bag, or I'm expected to solve the problem. Sigh. I've no way to escape, sadly. I can't bear my dad, and I don't speak to him. I can't go fucking ANYWHERE to get away from it and I've had a headache for DAYS due to the mixture of complete hostility and the nearly sleepless nights it causes. Mega fuck.
I got new drumsticks today, and they're wicked light. Like, lighter than any drumsticks I've ever used before, and it's crazy because I'd been using these enormous sticks that weighed almost a pound each in the interest of hitting like a mother fucker and developing my wrist strength, speed, etc. The result? I'm an absolute beast (to put it in the words of some) on the drums now. Well, more of a beast than I was. Not to brag, but . . . damn.
I'm having sushi for dinner, which makes me mondo happio. Mmm...sushi.
Sigh. Livejournals are so one sided. I like to converse. Damn.
I came up with a very interesting line to use when discussing overcoming something. "I conquered that like a mongol on the wrong side of the great wall of china." I amuse myself. I conquered The Everlasting Gaze like a mongol on the wrong side of the great wall of china today. Sorry to be so self centered...
I'd like to think of myself as a pacifist, and I'm really opposed to violence and hostility of any kind unless I'm directly threatened, and I still tend to hold back in that sort of situation. Sadly, my home life is the exact opposite of the ideal conditions for such a person as myself. My sister enjoys conflict, so she is completely unable to agree with anyone on anything, and then when people attempt to go with what she wants, she gets pissed off and puts herself in a situation she hates, so she can gripe about it later. I honestly have not heard a positive comment from her in weeks. My mother tends to deal with the hostility in the absolute worst way possible, which is going along with it, therefore making her life harder, therefore making my life infinitely more difficult, because her problems immediately become my problems. I'm either used as a verbal punching bag, or I'm expected to solve the problem. Sigh. I've no way to escape, sadly. I can't bear my dad, and I don't speak to him. I can't go fucking ANYWHERE to get away from it and I've had a headache for DAYS due to the mixture of complete hostility and the nearly sleepless nights it causes. Mega fuck.