Fell In Love and I Hate It

I have something against Pitbull. The artist, not the dog, although they are surprisingly similar... It's actually regarding Enrique Inglesias too. His song, "I Like It" has Pitbull in it, meaning I should so not like that song, but I love it. Apart from the Pitbull part.

Um... today was rather typical. I copied various amounts of homework, sucked up to teachers, and swore some. During CHAMPS today... some seniors talked to us about how to study. Some words they used: procrastinate. copy homework, last-minute revising.

It screams to me: HELEN. YOU'RE SCREWED.

But oh well, you can only stay screwed for so long. Sooner or later I'm gonna get mysteriously lucky, unless of course my luck is screwed too, then in which case I'll most probably die, but hey, everyone dies, so no big deal.

Maybe, If Only

Oh yeah, I know I'm a pretty much horrible person. Aside from slacking, copying, lying, spreading rumours... you know, the usual stuff. I also wish that certain people would die. As in, in addition to the previously mentioned things.

Take, for example, my chinese teacher. I have plenty of reasons for wanting her dead, but I choose to hate her for the most insignificant of all reasons: her face and her voice.

Now I know it's stupid. Or maybe it's perfectly valid, but let's talk a bit about the stupid part first. I've always liked to get the worst over with.

Her face? Her voice? How... pointless. After all, she can't change them, unless she goes for major surgery, which I'm not sure she would consent to. But nonetheless... It's annoying. I hate her voice and her face. And the way she dresses.

And what if... it's valid? Okay, now I can't come up with anything, surprisingly, which must mean that it's actually quite meaningless... to hate her voice and face. I shall hate her anyway. I am not the sort to let logic get in the way.

Oh who cares. I'm sick of talking about her. Moving on.

I've finished Kuroshitsuji!!! Yay, and now onto season two. For some reason people all lurve Katekyo Hitman Reborn. I don't get it. Take Aileen. She doesn't like Code Geass, but loves Reborn. Now what kind of taste is that??? :D

Joking, but honestly. Code Geass? I heart. I heart heart, and I heart.

MOVING ON.

I moved house. I moved on, literally. Started on Saturday, when my mom woke me up at five (seems like that to my brain) and... yeah. Today's Monday. We haven't been able to find any eating utensils besides a spoon that we left behind and my dad fetched from the old house. So: one spoon.

And food? I ate random stuff and instant noodles for the past three days.

GOD. If I move, I'm going to start packing two months before the actual day, so that I have more than enough time to plan. So that I can find my clothes and food after moving. (Cuz, seriously, on the first day, I couldn't find any clothes. I ripped open about ten boxes before I found them. And then there was no underwear in that bundle of clothes).

It's rather hard to find things when they're all stacked up in boxes.

And especially if you are entirely unable to lift a single one of those aforementioned boxes.

tEEtH

I had a dream about my teeth today. In the dream my teeth were really yellow and stuff, and then I decided to brush them. I brushed. It felt nice and cooling. And then something went wrong.

You know that feeling when your teeth is hanging onto your gums by a thread? Yeah, I felt that. And then I rinsed, and a part of a tooth fell out, two front teeth were hanging on by a thread, and there was blood.

Oh yes, blood.

I touched my first front tooth, and for some reason pulled it out. The red-hot fiery pain.

And then the dream ended. I immediately woke up and brushed my teeth. Nightmare. Completely terrifying. I am paranoid about my teeth. I already have five fillings.

(Really, in the dream I felt it. Felt it. That's what woke me up.)

Emo Notes

Death Note:
Angst, murder, and hot guys with god complexes. What's not to love?

Anonymous Day Number One:
The computer is dying on me and only me.
It feels weird not holding a pen or pencil in my hand.

Anonymous Day Number Two:
My favourite tactic is to ignore what I don't like.
Nightmares would be very welcome.
I want to feel something other than bored, or pissed off, preferably.

Anonymous Day Number Three:
You know how they alwasy use 'isolation' as a punishment? I could use some isolation right now. I need the time to think.

Anonymous Day Number Four:
Inspiration is when things in my head just CLICK. Right now nothing's clicking.
Screw insomnia.
Being alone sucks.

Anonymous Day Number Five:
Shit, I think too much. Now I need to vent again.
Everyone has problems. I simply have more of them.
Gosh, I'm a perfectionist. And OCD too.

Anonymous Day Number  Six:
We will, we will, mock you.

Anonymous Day Number Seven:
I'm Fucking My Life (FML-ing) a lot lately. Wonder why.
I just want to die, because that would make things so much easier for everyone.
I like Japanese. It's a language I don't understand, so it can't hurt me.

Anonymous Day Number Eight:
And once again, whatever I just said flew past their ears again.
Fuck, I'm getting seriously emo here.

Anonymous Day Number Nine:
Since they don't listen, I'll stop talking.
My memory just died on my (again)

Anonymous Day Number Ten:
I'm dehydrated. I can't muster up the energy to get water.
Trying to talk to my parents is a waste of time.
Fuck you. Just leave me alone. Go away.

Anonymous Day Number Eleven:
I have a horrible headache that won't go away. It's been coming and going for the past week, and it's driving me crazy.
Dear mom, please leave me the FUCK alone.
Everything seems better after listening to depressing music.

Anonymous Day Number Twelve:
It annoys me when I have to talk to people a mere half hour after I wake up.

AND: I HAZ A DATED ONE.
July 21
I didn't get to hug my teddy bear in the car today morning, because my brother was hugging it :(

Okay, that marks the end of emo-ing for today. Time to fangirl over Kuroshitsuji, and to change my blog theme again. Apparently I'm not already busy enough. I'm supposed to go do a project on national day, which also happens to be my mom's birthday. Insane people.

Also I have not touched my homework. As expected.

Religion: ???

I think I've got something again religion. Buddhism is... pointless. Christianity is... stupid. Talking about religion tires me out. It also pisses me off, how willing people are to believe in a crackpot theory. Because you're never sure if there's really a god. If there is, there's someone to blame, if there isn't, then you can only have those idiots who believe in divine whatever stuff.

Argh. I'm just too tired to type... tons of projects. I'm going to obsess over Kuroshitsuji for a while, if you don't mind. I find the world of fantasy more fascinating than religion. Besides, it is sufficiently emo to hold my attention.

Excuse me. I've got fangirling to do.