Even the trees walked in that movie.
Tonight marks my first ever LJ post made directly from my phone, unless I made one months ago in which case this would probably be my second but I'm just too lazy to look.
Things are looking up for me, even if in small ways. I'm 25 now, as of Monday the 16th, which means I get to share my glory with the dorkiest serial killer ever. Seriously, if anything could discourage people from shooting classmates, it's seeing a video of some Korean with an english major and a 9th grade writing level sounding like he's trying to do a bad Schwartzeneggar impression while he reads off his manifesto so quickly you'd think he really had to go to the bathroom. and what's with all the different scenes? Did he have to make absolutely sure he said everything he had to say? Because he forgot one thing: his reason for doing it. Dipshit.
Speaking of dipshits, I'm already tired of seeing the "news" interview family members of the victims. It's always the same thing; SHE WAS A WONDERFUL, CARING, FUN-LOVING PERSON WHO LIVED LIFE TO THE FULLEST AND WAS KIND TO EVERYBODY. I feel like I'm reading a match.com profile in past tense. Is God playing some sick joke on us, where only the super-wonderful Nobel nominees get offed? Or is it that nobody can think of anything personal to say about the deceased in this time of grieving? Just once I'd like to hear "To be honest, my sister was a real skank. She fucked the football team, broke dudes' hearts, and cut school to go snort coke off the underside of her boyfriend's long uncut cock. Sadly, the day before the shooting she decided to swear off drugs altogether. I only wish she had waited a couple days to go clean."
In other news, I've become somewhat more positive. Somewhat. I'm working on liking myself more, and I'm also learning how to enjoy myself in public, instead of moping.
I also like sushi, although I'd never go as far as to say I'm "addicted" to it, like every other otaku-wannabe anime-rimjobbing fuckface out there. I'm also learning how to be more accepting of other people, and more open-minded to other walks of life!
I'm earning more respect at work. Next Wednesday they will be putting me in charge of the front end, and there is talk about training me for office, as well. I'm also a little more conscious of my diet. a little. once this birthday cake is gone, I'm totally paying more attention to it.
Things are looking up for me, even if in small ways. I'm 25 now, as of Monday the 16th, which means I get to share my glory with the dorkiest serial killer ever. Seriously, if anything could discourage people from shooting classmates, it's seeing a video of some Korean with an english major and a 9th grade writing level sounding like he's trying to do a bad Schwartzeneggar impression while he reads off his manifesto so quickly you'd think he really had to go to the bathroom. and what's with all the different scenes? Did he have to make absolutely sure he said everything he had to say? Because he forgot one thing: his reason for doing it. Dipshit.
Speaking of dipshits, I'm already tired of seeing the "news" interview family members of the victims. It's always the same thing; SHE WAS A WONDERFUL, CARING, FUN-LOVING PERSON WHO LIVED LIFE TO THE FULLEST AND WAS KIND TO EVERYBODY. I feel like I'm reading a match.com profile in past tense. Is God playing some sick joke on us, where only the super-wonderful Nobel nominees get offed? Or is it that nobody can think of anything personal to say about the deceased in this time of grieving? Just once I'd like to hear "To be honest, my sister was a real skank. She fucked the football team, broke dudes' hearts, and cut school to go snort coke off the underside of her boyfriend's long uncut cock. Sadly, the day before the shooting she decided to swear off drugs altogether. I only wish she had waited a couple days to go clean."
In other news, I've become somewhat more positive. Somewhat. I'm working on liking myself more, and I'm also learning how to enjoy myself in public, instead of moping.
I also like sushi, although I'd never go as far as to say I'm "addicted" to it, like every other otaku-wannabe anime-rimjobbing fuckface out there. I'm also learning how to be more accepting of other people, and more open-minded to other walks of life!
I'm earning more respect at work. Next Wednesday they will be putting me in charge of the front end, and there is talk about training me for office, as well. I'm also a little more conscious of my diet. a little. once this birthday cake is gone, I'm totally paying more attention to it.