I might in the near future be writing a big long entry about something I'm pretty sure no one except myself will care about. It has to do with my last entry. (Goodness! A follow-up? A clarification!?) ... Of course, now that I've expressed my intent, I'm almost definitely not going to do it. Because expressing intent is just like doing it! So it's over now, out of mind.
Anyway, this is not what I came to tell you about. I am here because slowly it has begun to dawn on me that much like the pirate, "asshat" has become too mainstream. "But," you may ask, "isn't that what you wanted?" To which I will reply: "... Shut up." Anyway, say hello to my next creation.
ASSCART.
I am unsure as to whether or not I want it as one word or two. Anyway, go, children. And disseminate it. Hee.
Monday
Friday
I hate liking things.
Seriously. Have you ever really really really been a fan of something, and then you realize that everyone else who likes the same thing is really half-assed about it? Like, not knowing character full names and who they're related to and shit like that. You know, the things that you could only really care about if you were irrationally obsessed but yet are like nails driven under your skin when people fuck up? If they don't care as much as I do, then they shouldn't bother at all! ... Dammit!
Also, have you ever read a companion book and pointed out all the errors in it?
*He* left *her*??? Oh, "sharon" you are so on my hit list.
*EDIT*
I think I might have given myself a concussion. He did leave her. I meant to write it the other way around. ... that sharon girl is still on my hit list.
Also, have you ever read a companion book and pointed out all the errors in it?
*He* left *her*??? Oh, "sharon" you are so on my hit list.
*EDIT*
I think I might have given myself a concussion. He did leave her. I meant to write it the other way around. ... that sharon girl is still on my hit list.
Tuesday
You know.
I'm starting to feel that the only way I can continue to like some people is if I stop reading their posts.
Monday
Seriously people.
Okay, I need to say something.
About Brookie.
Please answer honestly.
Do you really care?
I mean, I'm serious. I don't care. I see people that I know and like get upset by things he says, and honestly ... does it even matter? I simply can't even imagine not ignoring everything he says. I've tried to come up with some unpleasant epithet for him, to explain why no one should care about what he says, or whatever, but I simply can't, because that's how little I care.
And I'm perplexed that other people care, because it makes me care, because I care about those people. BLAH! All this caring, make it stop!
My advice. And I seriously hope people listen to it: ignore him. It's so insignificant. If you ignore him, he has nothing to work off. He makes the most ridiculous, inane, and inconsequential comments. They mean nothing! He has done nothing, that I've seen, that is worthy of anyone's attention.
Stop caring! Stop replying. Ignore it. Devote your attention to something that matters. But above all:
STOP CARING!
About Brookie.
Please answer honestly.
Do you really care?
I mean, I'm serious. I don't care. I see people that I know and like get upset by things he says, and honestly ... does it even matter? I simply can't even imagine not ignoring everything he says. I've tried to come up with some unpleasant epithet for him, to explain why no one should care about what he says, or whatever, but I simply can't, because that's how little I care.
And I'm perplexed that other people care, because it makes me care, because I care about those people. BLAH! All this caring, make it stop!
My advice. And I seriously hope people listen to it: ignore him. It's so insignificant. If you ignore him, he has nothing to work off. He makes the most ridiculous, inane, and inconsequential comments. They mean nothing! He has done nothing, that I've seen, that is worthy of anyone's attention.
Stop caring! Stop replying. Ignore it. Devote your attention to something that matters. But above all:
STOP CARING!
Saturday
It's my fondest dream!
More in the continuing adventures of the stupidity of the scholastic institutions I have attended. Today's target: my high school.
When I was a junior in this high school, around the same time I joined the WD, there began some talks of making additions to the school. This, because, you see, the school was becoming ridiculously overcrowded, not only with my town's own young (incidentally, I hope Jaynee moves or decides on a private school before Olivia is of-age), but also with much riff-raff from neighboring, shittier towns, such as East Orange. They claim a relative as a resident of this town, and say they live with them, so they can go to a "better" school. It's crazy beans.
So, anyway. This year, some more than 4 years after this proposition, they began work on doing it. The tennis courts next to the school (don't be impressed - it was fenced-in asphalt) is now a parking area. It actually doesn't look too bad. They began digging up the parking lot adjoining the school, for what will be the future "Kenneth Card Science Wing." Heee.
Nevermind.
And, as my father was driving me back from school, he told me: "They've started tearing down part of the building." !! At first, ironically, I was upset. I thought they would be tearing down by where the aforementioned parking lot was. That's where they have these large stone facades that say "Boys' Entrance" and "Girls' Entrance." I used to have my dance recitals at the high school when I was very small, and those were the doors I used to go in through. The "Boy's Entrance," interestingly enough. Part of my childhood. Awww.
But nevermind, no, that wasn't the part they were taking down. No, they're taking down the "new building." Yeah, they're redoing the newer section of the school, not the older section. Yeah, I don't get it either. But, yeah man. Taking a fucking wrecking ball to my high school. I've always wanted to do that! It's so cool!
When I go on my break, I think I will try to go by and watch the demolition of my high school. I wonder if they'd let me help. Even if, you know, I just threw a large hefty rock at it, or something.
Yaaaaaaaaaay!
Also, plans for the rennovations are expected to be completed in 2008. Where's my eye-rolling monkey?
When I was a junior in this high school, around the same time I joined the WD, there began some talks of making additions to the school. This, because, you see, the school was becoming ridiculously overcrowded, not only with my town's own young (incidentally, I hope Jaynee moves or decides on a private school before Olivia is of-age), but also with much riff-raff from neighboring, shittier towns, such as East Orange. They claim a relative as a resident of this town, and say they live with them, so they can go to a "better" school. It's crazy beans.
So, anyway. This year, some more than 4 years after this proposition, they began work on doing it. The tennis courts next to the school (don't be impressed - it was fenced-in asphalt) is now a parking area. It actually doesn't look too bad. They began digging up the parking lot adjoining the school, for what will be the future "Kenneth Card Science Wing." Heee.
Nevermind.
And, as my father was driving me back from school, he told me: "They've started tearing down part of the building." !! At first, ironically, I was upset. I thought they would be tearing down by where the aforementioned parking lot was. That's where they have these large stone facades that say "Boys' Entrance" and "Girls' Entrance." I used to have my dance recitals at the high school when I was very small, and those were the doors I used to go in through. The "Boy's Entrance," interestingly enough. Part of my childhood. Awww.
But nevermind, no, that wasn't the part they were taking down. No, they're taking down the "new building." Yeah, they're redoing the newer section of the school, not the older section. Yeah, I don't get it either. But, yeah man. Taking a fucking wrecking ball to my high school. I've always wanted to do that! It's so cool!
When I go on my break, I think I will try to go by and watch the demolition of my high school. I wonder if they'd let me help. Even if, you know, I just threw a large hefty rock at it, or something.
Yaaaaaaaaaay!
Also, plans for the rennovations are expected to be completed in 2008. Where's my eye-rolling monkey?
Thursday
Why am I surprised?
Hello loyal reader. For this month's installment of Amy's blog, we will be reading "Why Am I Surprised That Rutgers Has Fucked Me Over?"
So, I just waited for and got on a bus to take me to the theatre arts department. I was going to drop off my project at my proffesor's mailbox. In the lobby, however, I see a sign:
HOLLYWOOD HITS STRIKE CALL : MAY 5.
What's this you may wonder? Oh, well, this is the strike call that I am assigned to for my Nazi labor camp class. Which was supposed to be on May 9. Ensue panic. I go upstairs to the officed to talk to ... fuck it I'm not using names. I inquire about this. Good news: I haven't failed. I was pretty sure that the policy for missing a strike is that you fail the class. No, instead, I will be dropped one letter grade.
You'd think I'd be relieved, and no, honestly I am. Though, I swear to God, if they told me that I failed and that I had to take the class in the fall, I wouldn't. I would fucking drop the whole major that I'd be one credit away from completing rather than put up with this fucking school any longer than I have to. Let us look at the circumstances that put me here, and allow me to say:
WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!
"It's been up almost a week." Oh yeah? It's been up almost a week? When in that week have I had time to drag my ass across New Brunswick to come here and check it? Didn't this show only start its preview last Wednesday? It ran less than one fucking week? When has that ever happened? You pushed the opening back and pushed the closing up? WHEN HAS THAT EVER HAPPENED? When has a strike ever been on a Wednesday?
Why am I so upset you ask. Aren't I overreacting just a little? What am I getting, a B? Well, yes, but then, consider that I have a 4.0 in my major. I've had a 4.0 average for the past four semesters. It was kind of something that was important to me, you know what I mean? And now, in less than twenty-four hours the whole past three years are just fucking undone. Did they plan this? Are they deliberately trying to fuck me over one last time? Getting in a cheap shot while they can?
I cannot possibley relay how much I hate this goddamn fucking piece-of-shit cocksucking ass cunt motherfucking school. This place hurts my soul. HURTS. MY. SOUL. And I cannot describe it any better. I feel like I've been kicked in the chest.
But what I most want to know is: Why am I fucking surprised? This, I muttered to myself in a daze as I was making my way back here. Why am I so fucking surprised? Is this a shock? Has this school not repeatedly fucked me over time and again? WHY am I caught by surprise every single time?
And really, this has implications for my whole life. Why am I such a trusting person? Why haven't I learned from all the times in my life that I've been fucked over that it's going to happen again? And why, when it does do I get fucking hurt like it's the first fucking time?
Why. am. I. surprised?
And to think, I said i didn't have anything to write about
So, I just waited for and got on a bus to take me to the theatre arts department. I was going to drop off my project at my proffesor's mailbox. In the lobby, however, I see a sign:
HOLLYWOOD HITS STRIKE CALL : MAY 5.
What's this you may wonder? Oh, well, this is the strike call that I am assigned to for my Nazi labor camp class. Which was supposed to be on May 9. Ensue panic. I go upstairs to the officed to talk to ... fuck it I'm not using names. I inquire about this. Good news: I haven't failed. I was pretty sure that the policy for missing a strike is that you fail the class. No, instead, I will be dropped one letter grade.
You'd think I'd be relieved, and no, honestly I am. Though, I swear to God, if they told me that I failed and that I had to take the class in the fall, I wouldn't. I would fucking drop the whole major that I'd be one credit away from completing rather than put up with this fucking school any longer than I have to. Let us look at the circumstances that put me here, and allow me to say:
WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!
"It's been up almost a week." Oh yeah? It's been up almost a week? When in that week have I had time to drag my ass across New Brunswick to come here and check it? Didn't this show only start its preview last Wednesday? It ran less than one fucking week? When has that ever happened? You pushed the opening back and pushed the closing up? WHEN HAS THAT EVER HAPPENED? When has a strike ever been on a Wednesday?
Why am I so upset you ask. Aren't I overreacting just a little? What am I getting, a B? Well, yes, but then, consider that I have a 4.0 in my major. I've had a 4.0 average for the past four semesters. It was kind of something that was important to me, you know what I mean? And now, in less than twenty-four hours the whole past three years are just fucking undone. Did they plan this? Are they deliberately trying to fuck me over one last time? Getting in a cheap shot while they can?
I cannot possibley relay how much I hate this goddamn fucking piece-of-shit cocksucking ass cunt motherfucking school. This place hurts my soul. HURTS. MY. SOUL. And I cannot describe it any better. I feel like I've been kicked in the chest.
But what I most want to know is: Why am I fucking surprised? This, I muttered to myself in a daze as I was making my way back here. Why am I so fucking surprised? Is this a shock? Has this school not repeatedly fucked me over time and again? WHY am I caught by surprise every single time?
And really, this has implications for my whole life. Why am I such a trusting person? Why haven't I learned from all the times in my life that I've been fucked over that it's going to happen again? And why, when it does do I get fucking hurt like it's the first fucking time?
Why. am. I. surprised?
And to think, I said i didn't have anything to write about
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