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Current Music: Judith- A Perfect Circle ( '00, Mer de Noms )
Current Mood: Epic emo pissed off
-- for the ways that I will never,
ever choose to be
oh, so many ways for me
to show you how your savior
has abandoned you
Play this. It's awesome.
Play this too. It's older, but still awesome.
Me, Cancy and Kylie have a glog. It's fun. And named after Dhalgren.
Feel free to join us (just get a fucking LJ account!).
Life is a bitch, and ranting of the like is after the jump.
Skip it, if you wish.
It will suffice to say that I can't fucking learn anything at school because it's school- the usual class sytem has never been for me, let alone in a mainstream environment surrounded by twats. I can't learn anything at home when I'm crying and yelling half of the time, for fucks' sakes.
A day does not pass without me and my father having some kind of fucking yell-our-faces-off argument or another.
I love him. Really. I can't stand him, either. I blame I pituitary gland. I want to patch things up with him- and my family, and that- but seriously, I can't. It's not working, whenver I try.
So the internet, gaming, roleplaying- not only fun.
So it's escapism.
Is that all that bad?
So what do I tell the teacher? "hey thar bb I didn't do your work I was busy crying because I hate ur face- no i didn't buy my books either, I exhausted my allowance on food, my savings on the books I already bought, and my parents are either broke or too pissed off to ask for money. i left my old school and all my friends just so I could pursue literature, and then I end up at a school that has no fucking literature. Ace. I'm going to go sit in a corner and cry moar now, kthxbai."
"Fuck you" is simpler.
Maybe it'd get me expelled.
Awesome.
If only my parents didn't fucking care (but they do- parents are parents).
Ugh.
Blogger is not the place for emo ranting shits.
That belongs on Livejournal.
MySpace is emo, true, but I'm not ready for the make-up yet.
Why bother cutting wrists when I have ready-made wounds?
Seriously, it's what they're fucking for, anyway.
god, I wish I was a better person.
Maybe this shit wouldn't be so damned fucked up, otherwise.
Why can't I fucking talk to anyone in my family?
Agh.
Both sides are trying, it's just failing miserably.
Fuck, I got blood on the floor.
It had better wash off, it'd be a blast explaining that to parents.
As far as they're concerned I'm sitting in here jacking off to porn or something.
I wish I worried less.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
You're such an inspiration --
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
A break in the monotony
NOW LISTENING TO: Here It Goes Again- OK Go
Cancy, Kylie.
furor scribendi
phr. - a passion to write
What do you think? I had more, but my laptop died while I was typing everything into notepad. I mean, like, gah.
My favourite was still Kalon: the kind of beauty which is more than skin deep. It's taken, but we can like go... Kalon__ or something. Does FurorKalon mean a passion for beauty that is more than skin deep?
Also, this is the best Guitar Hero carbon copy ever. It's retardedly fun and has songpacks available for all actual GH games, and Rock Band. I've been struggling to master that damned 5th fret for ages now.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
when the bell begins to chime
NOW LISTENING TO: Hallowed Be Thy Name - Iron Maiden ('82, Number of the Beast)
'Cause at five o'clock they take me to the gallows pole (lol Led Zep);
the sands of time for me are running low.
Ya know despite listening to CoF now and then I've never heard their version of Hallowed be thy Name. Gotta give it a shot sometime.
Random life ranting ensues.
I'm fucking bored, and there's nothing to do. I can't be bothered to do any of my schoolwork. Tis' father's day (right?), and so happens to be very close to my Dad's birthday- my brother can't make it home in time for dinner because of work. We're going to have a retardedly simple celebration, probably at KFC or Long John Silver's. The other day they were playing You Really Got Me Now at the KFC at the Orchard Cineleisure, and I swear it was the Van Halen version.
I've been looking through Sandman- Gaiman's fucking masterpeice, to me and you- and man, the art is gorgeous. Surrealistic, macabre, and occult- right to my taste. The book was due yesterday- and not borrowed on my card. I'm returning it today. Eheh, sorry Josh.
I'm bored, the guitar solo in this song is coming on, and I've got some Warcrafting due later tonight. Man, I need Starcraft 2. Why can't you run it, laptop? WHY!?
Life down there is just a strange illusion.
EDIT: Holy shit. I like piano, it's not my thing, but, I'll be fucking damned.
EDIT EDIT: Cradle of Filth version is pretty damned sweet.
