On the suffering of the world
Emo kids annoy me. Not the style, not the music, just the PEOPLE. "Oh, it's so hard living in a white middle-class suburban family. GOD I SUFFER." The kind of people that will drink in Starbucks in little cliques having lengthy conversations about how it sucks that coffee farmers are oppressed. Jesus fuck. I know it's self expression, but I reserve the right to kill every one of you Livejournal-frequenting, constantly ranting, pretentious morons.
*Allows the tragic irony to pool around feet.*
Things are good. It's sunny and lovely. 21 degrees out and I'm sunning myself. Bliss. MMR injections today were an anti-climax. I didn't bleed, it didn't hurt, I didn't feel ill and I had no excuse to miss history - which didn't matter, because all we did was watch Mississippi Burning. Gotta love Karis and her impeccable timing... While a montage of black-owned houses, churches and farms being razed to the ground plays: "Why's it called Mississippi Burning again?". I also spent the movie-watching experience in classic good taste, continually tying nooses while "jew-loving niggers" (what the fuck are the KKK on? Black people HATE Jews) get strung up.
I really wish my subconscious fidgettings had some sense of propriety.
In other news, Amy ambushed me in the library and I was forced into conversation for half an hour, halfway through which Chaz ran for it and left me alone with it. The scary thing is, Amy wasn't the one that made me talk to her. The truly startling fact is that I actually have a conscience and felt sorry for her.
Bleh. Weird Amy shall not take over my journal. She's already taken over my scriptwriting, Karis' songwriting and Amanda's underwear draw - enough is enough, DAMN IT. It's time to make a stand.
On that note, The Amy Hunters (Jurrassic Park/Predator/Random horror movies/Amy) is going to start filming this Easter break, as is A Chocolate Orange (A Clockwork Orange/Coopers Schollage). Anyone who wants to get their mitts on a camera or get in front of it, push the shiny "REPLY" button.
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*Allows the tragic irony to pool around feet.*
Things are good. It's sunny and lovely. 21 degrees out and I'm sunning myself. Bliss. MMR injections today were an anti-climax. I didn't bleed, it didn't hurt, I didn't feel ill and I had no excuse to miss history - which didn't matter, because all we did was watch Mississippi Burning. Gotta love Karis and her impeccable timing... While a montage of black-owned houses, churches and farms being razed to the ground plays: "Why's it called Mississippi Burning again?". I also spent the movie-watching experience in classic good taste, continually tying nooses while "jew-loving niggers" (what the fuck are the KKK on? Black people HATE Jews) get strung up.
I really wish my subconscious fidgettings had some sense of propriety.
In other news, Amy ambushed me in the library and I was forced into conversation for half an hour, halfway through which Chaz ran for it and left me alone with it. The scary thing is, Amy wasn't the one that made me talk to her. The truly startling fact is that I actually have a conscience and felt sorry for her.
Bleh. Weird Amy shall not take over my journal. She's already taken over my scriptwriting, Karis' songwriting and Amanda's underwear draw - enough is enough, DAMN IT. It's time to make a stand.
On that note, The Amy Hunters (Jurrassic Park/Predator/Random horror movies/Amy) is going to start filming this Easter break, as is A Chocolate Orange (A Clockwork Orange/Coopers Schollage). Anyone who wants to get their mitts on a camera or get in front of it, push the shiny "REPLY" button.
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