Long post, as usual
See, when I don’ have Internet access, I end up writing more and detailed accounts, instead of random stuff that pops into my head.
That’s right, another long pot of DOOM!
Oh, how I envy all you who left early.
I had to put up with those *bleeps* in our suite all Friday morning. And they brought a friend who kept making all these stupid, bizarrely non sequitur remarks towards me.
I was so pissed, and I hated that I was losing my temper, I snapped rudely at the bastard guy, left the building, and was just generally pissed.
When my aunt came, I even told her that I really, really wanted to shoot them.
Now, for me, that’s pretty mild. When I say, “I want to shoot them,” what I’m really thinking in my head is, “I wish I had a double barreled shotgun so I could put it in their faces, blast them, and let their brains and skull splinters paint the wall.” And that’s not even what I wasn’t saying, namely that the thought of spending another semester with these people makes me want to shoot my self and that I was having a very pleasant fantasy of dousing their room in gasoline and lighting it up (unfortunately, it ended when I realized I would be trapped in my room and also burned to a crisp).
Yes, I’m a psychopath, I know…but I really, really hate them. I burn with rage and it’s not healthy to be this pissed and this stressed.
I’m also pissed that as soon as my aunt came up, the asshole guy was all, “can I help you? Are you sure you don’t need help?” right after I’d said he was an asshole.
So, I spent Friday at my aunt’s house, and I made stew. It’s fun.
But, anyway, while I was making the stew, my aunt had recorded this soap opera. But the quality was bad, and sometimes the audio would warp. I swear (and I didn’t tell my aunt this) it sounded like some sort of demonic summoning ritual going on behind me.
Also…the character I was named after had apparently returned. So I keep hearing my name, but it’s this old…soap opera chick. It was very WTF.
After that, I settled down to watch VH1’s “greatest songs of the ‘90s,” just to see what’d I’d heard. Well, my aunt’s TYV can do that screen-within-a-screen thing. So it ended up that my aunt was watching The 40-Year-Old Virgin kinda on and off on the big screen, but the small on, and the sound, was the VH1 thing. But when I’d look up, I’d see mostly the 40-Year-Old Virgin. It was trippy how some of the stuff synced up (or didn’t)
Oh, and when I woke up Saturday…would you believe I was dreaming about giving a Japanese presentation? I was conjugating and translating (badly) in my sleep. So weird.
I’ve gotten back into writing poetry this last week.
Every time I go back and look at my old stuff, I simultaneous cringe and disavow knowledge of them and am amazed at some of it. I mean…hell, I was writing poetry before I even knew what poetry was. A lot of it had no semblance of meter at all. When I was in middle school, I was drafting a novel that would follow at least three reincarnations of the main characters and mainly focused on a character who was tormented by falling in love with his adopted sister. I always had this hyper-awareness of what I wanted to do and how I couldn’t do it. Hell, I still feel that way. I can never get my words across correctly.
Also…totally can’t write sex scenes.
As far as Saturday was concerned, I mostly slept in the car. I got my brother some soda as a gift (apparently Marukai has more flavors that we have back home). Has tasty Subway…
Oh, and finished the first Phoenix Wright.
OMG. Edgeworth is just the ideal gay character.
Young, adorable, and idealistic. Then tormented by the death of his father (since he thinks he did it). Taken under the wing of the psychopathic, probably abusive von Karma, who is still trying to take revenge on Edgeworth’s father (even after having killed him). Slowly twisted into a cold, but secretly heartbroken bishounen.
And then you have Phoenix, who, as it turned out, after a meaningful childhood meeting with Edgeworth, ultimately decided to become a lawyer just to see him again (and all those unanswered letters and calls in the meantime)…
And I still favor Gumshoe-the completely loyal, kinda dumb, but endearingly sweet servant/friend. Gumshoe is definitely the most loyal to Edgeworth. They’d be so cute if someone could work out the logistics of Edgeworth’s pride and arrogance vs. Gumshoe’s dumb, simple-minded affection.
My grandmother is off in China, so it’s actually really peaceful around here. Everything seems to be working, for once…
There’s just one thing…
My mom seems to have hit her going back to religion stage.
It’s not bad…she doesn’t force it on me. Just…weird.
That’s right, another long pot of DOOM!
Oh, how I envy all you who left early.
I had to put up with those *bleeps* in our suite all Friday morning. And they brought a friend who kept making all these stupid, bizarrely non sequitur remarks towards me.
I was so pissed, and I hated that I was losing my temper, I snapped rudely at the bastard guy, left the building, and was just generally pissed.
When my aunt came, I even told her that I really, really wanted to shoot them.
Now, for me, that’s pretty mild. When I say, “I want to shoot them,” what I’m really thinking in my head is, “I wish I had a double barreled shotgun so I could put it in their faces, blast them, and let their brains and skull splinters paint the wall.” And that’s not even what I wasn’t saying, namely that the thought of spending another semester with these people makes me want to shoot my self and that I was having a very pleasant fantasy of dousing their room in gasoline and lighting it up (unfortunately, it ended when I realized I would be trapped in my room and also burned to a crisp).
Yes, I’m a psychopath, I know…but I really, really hate them. I burn with rage and it’s not healthy to be this pissed and this stressed.
I’m also pissed that as soon as my aunt came up, the asshole guy was all, “can I help you? Are you sure you don’t need help?” right after I’d said he was an asshole.
So, I spent Friday at my aunt’s house, and I made stew. It’s fun.
But, anyway, while I was making the stew, my aunt had recorded this soap opera. But the quality was bad, and sometimes the audio would warp. I swear (and I didn’t tell my aunt this) it sounded like some sort of demonic summoning ritual going on behind me.
Also…the character I was named after had apparently returned. So I keep hearing my name, but it’s this old…soap opera chick. It was very WTF.
After that, I settled down to watch VH1’s “greatest songs of the ‘90s,” just to see what’d I’d heard. Well, my aunt’s TYV can do that screen-within-a-screen thing. So it ended up that my aunt was watching The 40-Year-Old Virgin kinda on and off on the big screen, but the small on, and the sound, was the VH1 thing. But when I’d look up, I’d see mostly the 40-Year-Old Virgin. It was trippy how some of the stuff synced up (or didn’t)
Oh, and when I woke up Saturday…would you believe I was dreaming about giving a Japanese presentation? I was conjugating and translating (badly) in my sleep. So weird.
I’ve gotten back into writing poetry this last week.
Every time I go back and look at my old stuff, I simultaneous cringe and disavow knowledge of them and am amazed at some of it. I mean…hell, I was writing poetry before I even knew what poetry was. A lot of it had no semblance of meter at all. When I was in middle school, I was drafting a novel that would follow at least three reincarnations of the main characters and mainly focused on a character who was tormented by falling in love with his adopted sister. I always had this hyper-awareness of what I wanted to do and how I couldn’t do it. Hell, I still feel that way. I can never get my words across correctly.
Also…totally can’t write sex scenes.
As far as Saturday was concerned, I mostly slept in the car. I got my brother some soda as a gift (apparently Marukai has more flavors that we have back home). Has tasty Subway…
Oh, and finished the first Phoenix Wright.
OMG. Edgeworth is just the ideal gay character.
Young, adorable, and idealistic. Then tormented by the death of his father (since he thinks he did it). Taken under the wing of the psychopathic, probably abusive von Karma, who is still trying to take revenge on Edgeworth’s father (even after having killed him). Slowly twisted into a cold, but secretly heartbroken bishounen.
And then you have Phoenix, who, as it turned out, after a meaningful childhood meeting with Edgeworth, ultimately decided to become a lawyer just to see him again (and all those unanswered letters and calls in the meantime)…
And I still favor Gumshoe-the completely loyal, kinda dumb, but endearingly sweet servant/friend. Gumshoe is definitely the most loyal to Edgeworth. They’d be so cute if someone could work out the logistics of Edgeworth’s pride and arrogance vs. Gumshoe’s dumb, simple-minded affection.
My grandmother is off in China, so it’s actually really peaceful around here. Everything seems to be working, for once…
There’s just one thing…
My mom seems to have hit her going back to religion stage.
It’s not bad…she doesn’t force it on me. Just…weird.