ah, summer love. ah, the romance. ah, the black eyes.
Ranting tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime.
I feel thoroughly discouraged right now because I argue a terrible point. Normally, this does not bother me because I can do said arguing in writing, usually. My favorites are History essays. Although, sometimes I think it's possible to even over do that. Writing a two page piece about corruption within the Electoral College for you exam is just Not Normal.
I cannot argue a fight. I am terrible. I never win any fights. I mean, physically speaking, my brother beats the shit out of me because I really, really don't like physical fighting. I can...if I'm seriously provoked, but that's not often, so I get my ass beaten. I like words. Point A with my problem. The girl with the correct grammar and witticisms isn't going to win against the boy who sits there all class making up ways to insult everyone with a higher IQ than him.
Somehow, no matter how harsh my comeback is, it goes right over his head and he just goes, "You stupid whore" and it's all over. You can't argue with someone who can't understand what your saying and uses double negatives like they're going out of style.
Then we enter the astounding battle over religion I've been having with my dad for the past four years. I do not like Catholicism and I refuse to be Catholic on the grounds that he told me to. No. Way. I don't like the religion, its attitude towards women sometimes just pisses me off. Plus, how they are less than accepting of some concepts. Like gay marriage. Hard to be a supporter of it and be the only supporter in the room.
So, basically, I aced CCD bookwise, new everything back and forth plus Evolutionist theory because that makes more sense to me than all the mystic shit. Yet, there I am, sitting in church every Sunday. Miserable, refusing to pray and not taking eucharist. I am there because I have to because I am Catholic, according to my father. I say I'm there because he can only make me go legal. Every birthday, I count down the years until I'm eighteen and this church thing is over. Did I mention that the clergy there aren't too fond of me?
Then, the on going things with my mother. One minute, she loves me, fine. The next, I found out she's been reading my written diary and that's how she knows about...yeah. Then she goes through my school things and any of my shit. Says it's her right. Personally, it's making me utterly paranoied. I keep anything personal on me at all times to protect it.
Then she sneaks on my LJ everyince in a while and yells at me for writing anything about her. Well, ma, I live with you. It's kind of hard not to. Especially if I'm upset about something or what have you. Plus, she always tells the same stories. You can only listen to the same stories so many times before you go positively, barking mad.
All this ranting because I feel like a terribly inept flirt-er. I mean...a book. A friggin book. Maybe'll I'll bug Alex and get him to insult me for an entire entry again, because my sheer dumb luck has been way too good lately. I mean, every time I had something in common with Alex, he just hated me more. Backwards world it is. Can't say I blame him, but it was a year ago, so he can stop spreading rumors and slamming band corridor doors in my face every morning so I have to walk around.
:D Next Thrusday. I could get the hang of Tursdays, I could, I could.
Men are like....
1. Men are like ......Laxatives ...... They irritate the crap out of you.
2. Men are like ....Bananas ...... The older they get, the less firm they are.
3. Men are like .Weather ..... Nothing can be done to change them.
4. Men are like ......Blenders .... You need one, but you're not quite sure why.
5. Men are like .Chocolate Bars ... Sweet, smooth, & they usually head right for your hips.
6. Men are like ..Commercials ...... You can't believe a word they say.
7. Men are like ...Department Stores ..... Their clothes are always 1/2 off.
8. Men are like .......Government Bonds .... They take soooooooo long to mature.
9. Men are like .Mascara . They usually run at the first sign of emotion.
10. Men are like .Popcorn ..... They satisfy you, but only for a little while.
11. Men are like .Lava Lamps ... Fun to look at, but not very bright.
12. Men are like ...Parking Spots ....... All the good ones are taken, the rest are handicapped.
I realized I've been censoring my journal because of some of the people on it. This makes me not happy. Oh well, this is why I keep the written one which isn't that private either. Oh, why, why does my mother need to know about everything.
And The Phantom of the Opera at PPAC on Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! Finally, finally, finally!
Edit: Went with a slight ska theme for the music.
The Specials - Self Titled
1. A Message To You Rudy
2. Do The Dog
3. It's Up Tp You
4. Nite Klub
5. Doesn't Make It Alright
6. Concrete Jungle
7. Too Hot
8. Monkey Man
9. (Dawning Of A) New Era
10. Blank Expression
11. Stupid Marriage
12. Too Much Too Young
13. Little Bitch
14. You're Wondering Now
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones - Let's Face It
1. Noise Brigade
2. The Rascal King
3. Royal Oil
4. The Impression That I Get
5. Let's Face It
6. That Bug Bit Me
7. Another Drinkin' Song
8. Numbered Days
9. Break So Easily
10. Nevermind Me
11. Desensitized
12. 1-2-8
I feel thoroughly discouraged right now because I argue a terrible point. Normally, this does not bother me because I can do said arguing in writing, usually. My favorites are History essays. Although, sometimes I think it's possible to even over do that. Writing a two page piece about corruption within the Electoral College for you exam is just Not Normal.
I cannot argue a fight. I am terrible. I never win any fights. I mean, physically speaking, my brother beats the shit out of me because I really, really don't like physical fighting. I can...if I'm seriously provoked, but that's not often, so I get my ass beaten. I like words. Point A with my problem. The girl with the correct grammar and witticisms isn't going to win against the boy who sits there all class making up ways to insult everyone with a higher IQ than him.
Somehow, no matter how harsh my comeback is, it goes right over his head and he just goes, "You stupid whore" and it's all over. You can't argue with someone who can't understand what your saying and uses double negatives like they're going out of style.
Then we enter the astounding battle over religion I've been having with my dad for the past four years. I do not like Catholicism and I refuse to be Catholic on the grounds that he told me to. No. Way. I don't like the religion, its attitude towards women sometimes just pisses me off. Plus, how they are less than accepting of some concepts. Like gay marriage. Hard to be a supporter of it and be the only supporter in the room.
So, basically, I aced CCD bookwise, new everything back and forth plus Evolutionist theory because that makes more sense to me than all the mystic shit. Yet, there I am, sitting in church every Sunday. Miserable, refusing to pray and not taking eucharist. I am there because I have to because I am Catholic, according to my father. I say I'm there because he can only make me go legal. Every birthday, I count down the years until I'm eighteen and this church thing is over. Did I mention that the clergy there aren't too fond of me?
Then, the on going things with my mother. One minute, she loves me, fine. The next, I found out she's been reading my written diary and that's how she knows about...yeah. Then she goes through my school things and any of my shit. Says it's her right. Personally, it's making me utterly paranoied. I keep anything personal on me at all times to protect it.
Then she sneaks on my LJ everyince in a while and yells at me for writing anything about her. Well, ma, I live with you. It's kind of hard not to. Especially if I'm upset about something or what have you. Plus, she always tells the same stories. You can only listen to the same stories so many times before you go positively, barking mad.
All this ranting because I feel like a terribly inept flirt-er. I mean...a book. A friggin book. Maybe'll I'll bug Alex and get him to insult me for an entire entry again, because my sheer dumb luck has been way too good lately. I mean, every time I had something in common with Alex, he just hated me more. Backwards world it is. Can't say I blame him, but it was a year ago, so he can stop spreading rumors and slamming band corridor doors in my face every morning so I have to walk around.
:D Next Thrusday. I could get the hang of Tursdays, I could, I could.
Men are like....
1. Men are like ......Laxatives ...... They irritate the crap out of you.
2. Men are like ....Bananas ...... The older they get, the less firm they are.
3. Men are like .Weather ..... Nothing can be done to change them.
4. Men are like ......Blenders .... You need one, but you're not quite sure why.
5. Men are like .Chocolate Bars ... Sweet, smooth, & they usually head right for your hips.
6. Men are like ..Commercials ...... You can't believe a word they say.
7. Men are like ...Department Stores ..... Their clothes are always 1/2 off.
8. Men are like .......Government Bonds .... They take soooooooo long to mature.
9. Men are like .Mascara . They usually run at the first sign of emotion.
10. Men are like .Popcorn ..... They satisfy you, but only for a little while.
11. Men are like .Lava Lamps ... Fun to look at, but not very bright.
12. Men are like ...Parking Spots ....... All the good ones are taken, the rest are handicapped.
I realized I've been censoring my journal because of some of the people on it. This makes me not happy. Oh well, this is why I keep the written one which isn't that private either. Oh, why, why does my mother need to know about everything.
And The Phantom of the Opera at PPAC on Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! Finally, finally, finally!
Edit: Went with a slight ska theme for the music.
The Specials - Self Titled
1. A Message To You Rudy
2. Do The Dog
3. It's Up Tp You
4. Nite Klub
5. Doesn't Make It Alright
6. Concrete Jungle
7. Too Hot
8. Monkey Man
9. (Dawning Of A) New Era
10. Blank Expression
11. Stupid Marriage
12. Too Much Too Young
13. Little Bitch
14. You're Wondering Now
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones - Let's Face It
1. Noise Brigade
2. The Rascal King
3. Royal Oil
4. The Impression That I Get
5. Let's Face It
6. That Bug Bit Me
7. Another Drinkin' Song
8. Numbered Days
9. Break So Easily
10. Nevermind Me
11. Desensitized
12. 1-2-8