*simmers*
It's humid.
I have to finish a project for which I did most -- if not all -- of the actual work.
My language arts teacher needs to jump off that cliff with Carol "G-SRizsoohott!" Mendehlson.
Apparently talking about bowel movements at the dinner table is disgusting, but talking about death is okay.
Math is terrible.
I should never eat twenty-four ounces of peas over the time of three days ever again, because now I want to write a House fanfiction called "The Adverse Effects of Peas" of which I have had to experience.
Right, I don't want to write -- for school -- but actually write, God, for fun. This is a grave misunderstanding.
Oh, crap, I have a math test tomorrow. And I wonder how mathematicians don't commit suicide.
"The Land of Qualms" was updated. I'm fairly sure a lot of people are shocked -- some probably disappointed -- that it awoke from what seemed like its death.
I feel like a walking piece of poo.
And that it is all.
EDIT: After Six Hours of Sleep and Some Human Contact...
...I feel much better, thank you. Although last night it took me close to two hours to actually fall asleep. The hobo under my eyes has finally moved all the stuff from his old place in Peter Griffin's fat folds to the huge bags under my eyes. I think my nose is scared crapless because it thinks it's going to be devoured by them and the hobo, who is probably tired and hungry from the trip from moving out of the second dimension and into the third. I would be too.
Another note: The band "Collective Soul" is made of many kinds of musical greatness, and they're going to be half of my recommendation this week (because I was an idiot and didn't do a recommendation last week). And I'm thinking of changing my journal's appearance (again). I'll make sure the colors don't blind you. Honest. (Although I've heard lime green is very sexy...)
*sighs* My languages arts teacher isn't so terrible now. I take back the cliff thing. Regardless of how much I complained about the class while I was there (you guys didn't even see a fraction of it), I'll really miss it. And her. She's not the best teacher ever, but we did learn, which means she must have done something right.
Oh, before I forget once more, a happy (and belated) birthday to Bono, who turned forty-six on the tenth of May. And wench_for_hire. And an early birthday to karineinthepool, because I probably won't update before her birthday.
And I'll add in my recommendations later, in yet another edit. :)
EDIT -- THE SEQUEL: Computers...Are God's Way of Raising Blood Pressure
I'll save you the details.
Oh, right. I also forgot -- because I am an idiot (really) -- to wish a happy belated birthday appelezmoi_coco, so happy birthday to you, too.
(And I lied. I cannot even begin to modify my journal because LJ change the whole process (jeez, I can't even change the title). Man, evil technology. I'm starting to think that you and I should paint that computer soon, Jade.)
Best Songs/Albums of the Weeks: "Collective Soul" by (gasp of all gasps!) Collective Soul. It is probably their best album ever, and I highly recommend it. I'm sucker for 90's rock, I really am. It's amazing. And then there's "Third Eye Blind" by (gasps again) Third Eye Blind. (Does anyone else see a correlation?) The song "Semi-Charmed Life" is probably their best, but the whole album is, like the aforementioned one by Collective Soul, amazing.
And that is all/There is no more/Don't forget to comment/On your way out the door.
EDIT: Stupid Reviewers on Computers...Are God's Way of Making Me Grind My Teeth to Dust
*sighs* Like last time, only dumber. I'm going to say it's the same person, because it's still stupid, mainly because it proceeds to call my work "bull" and "bad" -- and not even the decency to make an alliteration of them! *tisks* -- and then goes on to say that I live a "sad lonely life", and that it is not my typo. And I love the name: "Destructor". Of intelligence, why that would be a yes. Oh, and Destructor only read the first chapter. Jeez, I would love to see if his/her head would explode by the second. It's so short, I'll skip the commentary this time, unlike the last one with "charaters". *snick*
Phrenology of a Waffle,
The following review has been submitted to: The Land of Qualms Chapter: 1
From: Destructor ()
-------------------
This is such bull. You obviously make up your sad lonely life with bad stories
using someone elses characters!
And...no...e-mail address...again? Apparently writing bull is downright wrong when cowardly bull-filled people are okay. *sighs again* The world is a pathetic place sometimes.
I have to finish a project for which I did most -- if not all -- of the actual work.
My language arts teacher needs to jump off that cliff with Carol "G-SRizsoohott!" Mendehlson.
Apparently talking about bowel movements at the dinner table is disgusting, but talking about death is okay.
Math is terrible.
I should never eat twenty-four ounces of peas over the time of three days ever again, because now I want to write a House fanfiction called "The Adverse Effects of Peas" of which I have had to experience.
Right, I don't want to write -- for school -- but actually write, God, for fun. This is a grave misunderstanding.
Oh, crap, I have a math test tomorrow. And I wonder how mathematicians don't commit suicide.
"The Land of Qualms" was updated. I'm fairly sure a lot of people are shocked -- some probably disappointed -- that it awoke from what seemed like its death.
I feel like a walking piece of poo.
And that it is all.
EDIT: After Six Hours of Sleep and Some Human Contact...
...I feel much better, thank you. Although last night it took me close to two hours to actually fall asleep. The hobo under my eyes has finally moved all the stuff from his old place in Peter Griffin's fat folds to the huge bags under my eyes. I think my nose is scared crapless because it thinks it's going to be devoured by them and the hobo, who is probably tired and hungry from the trip from moving out of the second dimension and into the third. I would be too.
Another note: The band "Collective Soul" is made of many kinds of musical greatness, and they're going to be half of my recommendation this week (because I was an idiot and didn't do a recommendation last week). And I'm thinking of changing my journal's appearance (again). I'll make sure the colors don't blind you. Honest. (Although I've heard lime green is very sexy...)
*sighs* My languages arts teacher isn't so terrible now. I take back the cliff thing. Regardless of how much I complained about the class while I was there (you guys didn't even see a fraction of it), I'll really miss it. And her. She's not the best teacher ever, but we did learn, which means she must have done something right.
Oh, before I forget once more, a happy (and belated) birthday to Bono, who turned forty-six on the tenth of May. And wench_for_hire. And an early birthday to karineinthepool, because I probably won't update before her birthday.
And I'll add in my recommendations later, in yet another edit. :)
EDIT -- THE SEQUEL: Computers...Are God's Way of Raising Blood Pressure
I'll save you the details.
Oh, right. I also forgot -- because I am an idiot (really) -- to wish a happy belated birthday appelezmoi_coco, so happy birthday to you, too.
(And I lied. I cannot even begin to modify my journal because LJ change the whole process (jeez, I can't even change the title). Man, evil technology. I'm starting to think that you and I should paint that computer soon, Jade.)
Best Songs/Albums of the Weeks: "Collective Soul" by (gasp of all gasps!) Collective Soul. It is probably their best album ever, and I highly recommend it. I'm sucker for 90's rock, I really am. It's amazing. And then there's "Third Eye Blind" by (gasps again) Third Eye Blind. (Does anyone else see a correlation?) The song "Semi-Charmed Life" is probably their best, but the whole album is, like the aforementioned one by Collective Soul, amazing.
And that is all/There is no more/Don't forget to comment/On your way out the door.
EDIT: Stupid Reviewers on Computers...Are God's Way of Making Me Grind My Teeth to Dust
*sighs* Like last time, only dumber. I'm going to say it's the same person, because it's still stupid, mainly because it proceeds to call my work "bull" and "bad" -- and not even the decency to make an alliteration of them! *tisks* -- and then goes on to say that I live a "sad lonely life", and that it is not my typo. And I love the name: "Destructor". Of intelligence, why that would be a yes. Oh, and Destructor only read the first chapter. Jeez, I would love to see if his/her head would explode by the second. It's so short, I'll skip the commentary this time, unlike the last one with "charaters". *snick*
Phrenology of a Waffle,
The following review has been submitted to: The Land of Qualms Chapter: 1
From: Destructor ()
-------------------
This is such bull. You obviously make up your sad lonely life with bad stories
using someone elses characters!
And...no...e-mail address...again? Apparently writing bull is downright wrong when cowardly bull-filled people are okay. *sighs again* The world is a pathetic place sometimes.