Honors? Peh...
Hmm. Today was rather bland.
Journalism--chapter on sportswriting. I did half the assignment, gave up, and conversed with Optimistic Amanda, Pretty Amanda, and Kendra. Various topics. Kendra's got a shorter attention span than I do. And every conversation I have with her involves Marilyn Manson.
History--Civil War. Love this man for making it interesting for me. I've been learning the same thing since the sixth grade--and it's been so fucking boring. But Doney seems to know these...miniscule facts, and loves to tell us. A little bit of a history-freak, Doney is. But, that's alright... I really do like history, if someone can make it interesting. But, yeah. He rambled a while--I took notes... Because I still don't do my homework. And then he showed us a video--a good one, really. Plenty of violence.
Battle of Gettysburg... Particularly focusing on Chamberlain and his men on that one flank. No, I don't remember too much detail off the top of my head... Because the one thing that sticks out in my mind is how the rebel army...kept running up this bloody hill, screaming and howling and yipping... They'd get shot at, fall down in masses, and then you'd see them retreating. o.O Only to come back up the hill again a few seconds later. More men crumpling to the ground. Fall back. Charge. Dropping men. Fall back. Charge. Dropping men. Fall back. I don't know. I started to laugh... It's...insane. Utterly fucking mad. Yes, yes... All those spirit-riling speeches, this firey blood... Willingness to die... And--whoops! Damn. First one down. Not even a damn shot fired.
Hmm. Yes. Something to contemplate on a sunny day.
**So tired. That was mindless.**
Study--zoned.
Lunch--offered to hurt this guy who keeps bothering Erin because she puts blood in her pictures. She said it was alright--I don't have to. Hmm. He bothers me, though. He's offensive to everyone he encounters.
English--hmm. Evans asked me why I'm not in Honors. I told her that, basically, I'm lazy--and I'm already failing everything else right now. She asked if I have anything from the past that I've written... **Glances at the mound of notebooks behind her.** And I told her no. I don't want her to read what I've written in the past--it sucks. I really don't like her reading what I submit as assignments, either... Because then I get those sort of inquiries. She says I'm a good writer... M'no.
...I just happen to be a dim little light in the overwhelming and never-ending darkness of substandard intelligence. Poor woman.
M'tired.
Hmm. One hour of sleep. Just...threw myself around in bed last night, this morning...whatever. That period of darkness where most people are asleep. Was tired, yes... But I couldn't sleep. Damn thoughts. So bloody noisy.
Random conversation snatch time.
Cloudednites: My teacher thinks I'm a racist though.
Da Stray Wolfy: Why racist?
Cloudednites: Because we had to write an opinion report on Langston Hughes, and I said that he was a stupid black who can't wright poetry worth shit.
Cloudednites: Err... write
Da Stray Wolfy: Ah...well...that'll do it.
Cloudednites: Blacks are taking over our country though, and all they do is run around getting women pregnant at least five times, then not paying child support and multiplying their population, and therefore multipling this nation's problem.
Da Stray Wolfy: **Rubs at her forehead.** I agree that they're taking advantage of the fact that whites, in general, are afraid of being politically incorrect. The general white population is so careful not to step on toes, that they don't even notice that they're being backed up against a wall... We're becoming the minority, and the racism is being turned back on us. This is the wrong generation for that.
Cloudednites: Yeah, you see, now we can't say anything without being labeled racists.
Da Stray Wolfy: **Nod.** It sucks.
Cloudednites: It's all the Liberal Jews setting this shit up, too. They just want to take over the United States and have them back Israel against the Arabian Middle East countries.
Da Stray Wolfy: Holy bloody war.
Cloudednites: Exactly.
Cloudednites: Pretty soon blacks will be able to run around doing anything they want, and if we say anything, we'll be racist...
Cloudednites: And the rich Jews will get richer, and the average people will keep getting poorer, having to pay for all these fucking wellfare programs.
Cloudednites: For lazy ass blacks who are too fucking stupid and fat to get up off the fucking couch and get a damned job.
Cloudednites: I'm sorry, but there's really no excuse not to have a job... it's not that hard to say "Would you like fries with your burger?"
Da Stray Wolfy: I really want a job. *Whines softly.*
Cloudednites: Heh...
Cloudednites: So I guess you're more concerned about a job then about the future of America... that's a shame.
Da Stray Wolfy: **Ponders.** I'm more concerned with the future of the world altogether, really. Humanity itself. You just reminded me that I need some cash at the moment.
Da Stray Wolfy: At any rate, there's not much you can do.
Da Stray Wolfy: Not much I can do--pardon.
Cloudednites: ;shrugs;
Cloudednites: Blow up the Democratic Party Headquarters.
Da Stray Wolfy: Giddy. **Settles.** Have fun with that party.
Cloudednites: Heh.
Cloudednites: :-)
Cloudednites: Do you like blacks, or not?
Da Stray Wolfy: **Tired right now, really. And sort of irritated with some dumbfuck.** I like or dislike individuals as they come.
Cloudednites: Oh... do you hate black gansters and rapists?
Da Stray Wolfy: Of course.
Cloudednites: Good, then you hate at least 50 percent of blacks. Hehe. :-)
Cloudednites: lol
Da Stray Wolfy: Oof. Stereotyping. **Tilts her head to the side.**
Cloudednites: Well, Blacks are about three times more likely to commit a crime then whites are.
Cloudednites: Can't deny the truth, now can we?
Da Stray Wolfy: No denying the truth, no.
Hmm. My, that was...*Muses.*...disgusting. Repulsing. A little bit irritating. Fighting with him would be a lost cause... You might be able to tell just from this snippet.
This day continues to make me sadder...and sadder... Whatever unfed hopes I had for humanity are finally dying off.
Wonderful. **Sigh.**
I started this post a while ago.
S'eight o'clock now. Keep having to stop.
It's great. My mom's ranting about how she gets no help in cleaning the house, that she's the only one ever doing shit, blahblahblah... And Boy is on the computer, Malechild is sleeping--I'M BLOODY CLEANING THE KITCHEN AS SHE SAYS THIS... She's usually passed out with a fucking hangover all day... She has no room to speak. GEH! She has the GALL to yell at me for the job I do when I clean the kitchen...! GEEZ! I do everyone else's chores, along with my own, and all she can fucking do is bitch and moan! I'm honestly fucking trying to help around here! I DON'T EVEN GET A MILD THANKS!
...the worst I could expect is...you know...allowance. I haven't really...really expected allowance since... Ever. Because my mom is always stressing how tight finances are...
...and yet she has this closet...full of shoes and boots she never wears.
She expects me to buy Christmas presents for everyone in the family--and only everyone in the family. I don't know where she thinks I could get the money from...
Yes, I have an ass-load of money in pennies sitting here in my room, but I really don't want to spend that. I really am trying to save it. On top of it, I feel it's kind of like a loan, since a lot of those pennies...were pennies my friends gave me. Said I'd save it, and that's what I'll do--not blow it on people I don't even like.
My grades suck. Dad's been jumping on me again. Just in a more cheerful tone. Which makes it worse... Makes me sick. Augh. I hate it... Just leave me the fuck alone, alright?
It's not helping. Just makes me care less, feel worse... Not sure how I could care less, but...he manages.
It's just been one of those days where I come home, sit in my chair, and poke a knife against my temple and contemplate the dismal universe.
Things would be so much better if I stopped fighting...whatever it is I'm fighting.
No Maku. Hm.
8:35 now. Slightly bored. Tired, but I won't go to sleep yet. I need a fucking highlight to this day before I drop off to sleep.
So far, the only highlight was back when I last slept.
I could try and play with the charcoal... **Glances over.** ...no. Hand's shaking too badly. Lacking in coordination.
Aroo, 'Wulf.
Journalism--chapter on sportswriting. I did half the assignment, gave up, and conversed with Optimistic Amanda, Pretty Amanda, and Kendra. Various topics. Kendra's got a shorter attention span than I do. And every conversation I have with her involves Marilyn Manson.
History--Civil War. Love this man for making it interesting for me. I've been learning the same thing since the sixth grade--and it's been so fucking boring. But Doney seems to know these...miniscule facts, and loves to tell us. A little bit of a history-freak, Doney is. But, that's alright... I really do like history, if someone can make it interesting. But, yeah. He rambled a while--I took notes... Because I still don't do my homework. And then he showed us a video--a good one, really. Plenty of violence.
Battle of Gettysburg... Particularly focusing on Chamberlain and his men on that one flank. No, I don't remember too much detail off the top of my head... Because the one thing that sticks out in my mind is how the rebel army...kept running up this bloody hill, screaming and howling and yipping... They'd get shot at, fall down in masses, and then you'd see them retreating. o.O Only to come back up the hill again a few seconds later. More men crumpling to the ground. Fall back. Charge. Dropping men. Fall back. Charge. Dropping men. Fall back. I don't know. I started to laugh... It's...insane. Utterly fucking mad. Yes, yes... All those spirit-riling speeches, this firey blood... Willingness to die... And--whoops! Damn. First one down. Not even a damn shot fired.
Hmm. Yes. Something to contemplate on a sunny day.
**So tired. That was mindless.**
Study--zoned.
Lunch--offered to hurt this guy who keeps bothering Erin because she puts blood in her pictures. She said it was alright--I don't have to. Hmm. He bothers me, though. He's offensive to everyone he encounters.
English--hmm. Evans asked me why I'm not in Honors. I told her that, basically, I'm lazy--and I'm already failing everything else right now. She asked if I have anything from the past that I've written... **Glances at the mound of notebooks behind her.** And I told her no. I don't want her to read what I've written in the past--it sucks. I really don't like her reading what I submit as assignments, either... Because then I get those sort of inquiries. She says I'm a good writer... M'no.
...I just happen to be a dim little light in the overwhelming and never-ending darkness of substandard intelligence. Poor woman.
M'tired.
Hmm. One hour of sleep. Just...threw myself around in bed last night, this morning...whatever. That period of darkness where most people are asleep. Was tired, yes... But I couldn't sleep. Damn thoughts. So bloody noisy.
Random conversation snatch time.
Cloudednites: My teacher thinks I'm a racist though.
Da Stray Wolfy: Why racist?
Cloudednites: Because we had to write an opinion report on Langston Hughes, and I said that he was a stupid black who can't wright poetry worth shit.
Cloudednites: Err... write
Da Stray Wolfy: Ah...well...that'll do it.
Cloudednites: Blacks are taking over our country though, and all they do is run around getting women pregnant at least five times, then not paying child support and multiplying their population, and therefore multipling this nation's problem.
Da Stray Wolfy: **Rubs at her forehead.** I agree that they're taking advantage of the fact that whites, in general, are afraid of being politically incorrect. The general white population is so careful not to step on toes, that they don't even notice that they're being backed up against a wall... We're becoming the minority, and the racism is being turned back on us. This is the wrong generation for that.
Cloudednites: Yeah, you see, now we can't say anything without being labeled racists.
Da Stray Wolfy: **Nod.** It sucks.
Cloudednites: It's all the Liberal Jews setting this shit up, too. They just want to take over the United States and have them back Israel against the Arabian Middle East countries.
Da Stray Wolfy: Holy bloody war.
Cloudednites: Exactly.
Cloudednites: Pretty soon blacks will be able to run around doing anything they want, and if we say anything, we'll be racist...
Cloudednites: And the rich Jews will get richer, and the average people will keep getting poorer, having to pay for all these fucking wellfare programs.
Cloudednites: For lazy ass blacks who are too fucking stupid and fat to get up off the fucking couch and get a damned job.
Cloudednites: I'm sorry, but there's really no excuse not to have a job... it's not that hard to say "Would you like fries with your burger?"
Da Stray Wolfy: I really want a job. *Whines softly.*
Cloudednites: Heh...
Cloudednites: So I guess you're more concerned about a job then about the future of America... that's a shame.
Da Stray Wolfy: **Ponders.** I'm more concerned with the future of the world altogether, really. Humanity itself. You just reminded me that I need some cash at the moment.
Da Stray Wolfy: At any rate, there's not much you can do.
Da Stray Wolfy: Not much I can do--pardon.
Cloudednites: ;shrugs;
Cloudednites: Blow up the Democratic Party Headquarters.
Da Stray Wolfy: Giddy. **Settles.** Have fun with that party.
Cloudednites: Heh.
Cloudednites: :-)
Cloudednites: Do you like blacks, or not?
Da Stray Wolfy: **Tired right now, really. And sort of irritated with some dumbfuck.** I like or dislike individuals as they come.
Cloudednites: Oh... do you hate black gansters and rapists?
Da Stray Wolfy: Of course.
Cloudednites: Good, then you hate at least 50 percent of blacks. Hehe. :-)
Cloudednites: lol
Da Stray Wolfy: Oof. Stereotyping. **Tilts her head to the side.**
Cloudednites: Well, Blacks are about three times more likely to commit a crime then whites are.
Cloudednites: Can't deny the truth, now can we?
Da Stray Wolfy: No denying the truth, no.
Hmm. My, that was...*Muses.*...disgusting. Repulsing. A little bit irritating. Fighting with him would be a lost cause... You might be able to tell just from this snippet.
This day continues to make me sadder...and sadder... Whatever unfed hopes I had for humanity are finally dying off.
Wonderful. **Sigh.**
I started this post a while ago.
S'eight o'clock now. Keep having to stop.
It's great. My mom's ranting about how she gets no help in cleaning the house, that she's the only one ever doing shit, blahblahblah... And Boy is on the computer, Malechild is sleeping--I'M BLOODY CLEANING THE KITCHEN AS SHE SAYS THIS... She's usually passed out with a fucking hangover all day... She has no room to speak. GEH! She has the GALL to yell at me for the job I do when I clean the kitchen...! GEEZ! I do everyone else's chores, along with my own, and all she can fucking do is bitch and moan! I'm honestly fucking trying to help around here! I DON'T EVEN GET A MILD THANKS!
...the worst I could expect is...you know...allowance. I haven't really...really expected allowance since... Ever. Because my mom is always stressing how tight finances are...
...and yet she has this closet...full of shoes and boots she never wears.
She expects me to buy Christmas presents for everyone in the family--and only everyone in the family. I don't know where she thinks I could get the money from...
Yes, I have an ass-load of money in pennies sitting here in my room, but I really don't want to spend that. I really am trying to save it. On top of it, I feel it's kind of like a loan, since a lot of those pennies...were pennies my friends gave me. Said I'd save it, and that's what I'll do--not blow it on people I don't even like.
My grades suck. Dad's been jumping on me again. Just in a more cheerful tone. Which makes it worse... Makes me sick. Augh. I hate it... Just leave me the fuck alone, alright?
It's not helping. Just makes me care less, feel worse... Not sure how I could care less, but...he manages.
It's just been one of those days where I come home, sit in my chair, and poke a knife against my temple and contemplate the dismal universe.
Things would be so much better if I stopped fighting...whatever it is I'm fighting.
No Maku. Hm.
8:35 now. Slightly bored. Tired, but I won't go to sleep yet. I need a fucking highlight to this day before I drop off to sleep.
So far, the only highlight was back when I last slept.
I could try and play with the charcoal... **Glances over.** ...no. Hand's shaking too badly. Lacking in coordination.
Aroo, 'Wulf.