This is IT. I refuse to put up with 'A' anymore. What the fucking hell.
She heard about the geography test, was shock at the contents of 'to be tested', and started crying, banging her head against the wall, asking me to kill her.
DRAMA, DRAMA. After about forty minutes of comforting her, I finally got sick of her. She'd sit up, stare at stuff, bang her head, then lie down on the table and start it all over again. Also she kept saying that she had 'lots to do'.
The fuck she has. We all do, we're in the same FUCKING CLASS.
You know, her CCA, ELDDS, is as good as nothing because they were so nice as to give their members a break since it's the exams and all, and she doesn't have third language like me... and she DARES to complain and CRY.
Then afterwards I saw her and she was all sunshine and smiles. She said she was going out with friends on Friday - WHICH WAS A CCA DAY (!!!) but since she didn't have CCA and was NOT AT ALL worried about the exams *SARCASM*.
*Exasperated eye roll*
Must. Suppress. Violent. Tendencies.
29 April 2010
25 April 2010
Plain Bitchiness
Why can't my mom just die? No, this is a serious question.
This morning she wasn't feeling well but went to church anyways. Then she was bitchy and moaned a lot. When it was time to go home, she asked me to call my dad, cuz the car keys were on him. I called, he hung up. Then I called him a name - jokingly. Obviously.
But then, being a total bitch, my mother started lecturing me about RESPECT. Like, shit. I don't need to be lectured about respect, I don't fucking give a damn. Respect is overrated.
It went something like, me saying, so you're sick now, that gives you the right to do everything, does it?
Her daring me to, say it again?
And me saying it again.
Thus the bitch slapped me and hit me. Mood swings. Damned annoying mood swings. I mean, it's not like it hurt. Even if it really hurt, I wouldn't show it, and I'd simply forget it ever hurt. Because, come on, who (except certain people) wants to remember hurting?
Anyway, since people were standing around watching, I gave them a show! Ok, fine. I didn't. But I said words that made her seem like a complete and utter bully. ^^ Evil me. But of course I wasn't thinking that then. I was hopping mad, man.
At that point my dad came down, we got into the car, and drove home in silence and tension.
I was in a pissy mood and in danger of 'exploding' from the stuff I kept silent about (like, not showing my pissed-off-ness and smiling instead) and stored in my mind from the last time I 'exploded'. Trust me, it's not pretty when I do that.
My explosion involves tears and screaming and neighbours complaining and my parents hitting me. Ah well.
I might not be the most emotionally stable person around, but at least I don't show my emotions and that kind of keeps me in check somehow. Gotta love me. Yeah. I luve me.
Anyway. So I went home and took off my specs and lay down on the top bunk of my double-decker bed with my (ah!) blanky. Soothing.
But then I heard someone TALKING about me outside my room and my mood instantly soured.
But then again, I heard someone crying outside my room a bit later, and that gave me a light, floaty feeling and suddenly the sun was shining and the birds were singing, and it's a wonderful, wonderful afternoon.
Call me a sadist. I'm not nice to people I don't like.
Oh! but of course, my mother then had to storm into my room and demand that I come down. When I asked why, which was a totally reasonable question, she told me to just come down! Which, I obviously ignored. She started throwing heavy books at me from my desk below, and can you believe it?
/EDIT/: I was on the upper portion of a bunk bed.
My first thought was, damn, I hope she doesn't throw my homework. Thank god, she didn't. But it hurt. Slightly. Not that I cared much.
................................just, fuck.
It is b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l when someone trusts you completely, then you lie to them...
And the fucking fall for it.
An omake of sorts:
While lounging about in my bed (before she threw books) I heard her saying to my dad, It's precisely because we didn't scold her enough that she turned out this way!
Hasn't she ever thought that... maybe it PRECISELY because she scolded me too much, that's why I rebelled?
Then I replied myself instantly: NO DUH!!! Her mind doesn't even go that way, what the hell!
The 'what the hell' was because of my surprise at anyone being that stupid.
This morning she wasn't feeling well but went to church anyways. Then she was bitchy and moaned a lot. When it was time to go home, she asked me to call my dad, cuz the car keys were on him. I called, he hung up. Then I called him a name - jokingly. Obviously.
But then, being a total bitch, my mother started lecturing me about RESPECT. Like, shit. I don't need to be lectured about respect, I don't fucking give a damn. Respect is overrated.
It went something like, me saying, so you're sick now, that gives you the right to do everything, does it?
Her daring me to, say it again?
And me saying it again.
Thus the bitch slapped me and hit me. Mood swings. Damned annoying mood swings. I mean, it's not like it hurt. Even if it really hurt, I wouldn't show it, and I'd simply forget it ever hurt. Because, come on, who (except certain people) wants to remember hurting?
Anyway, since people were standing around watching, I gave them a show! Ok, fine. I didn't. But I said words that made her seem like a complete and utter bully. ^^ Evil me. But of course I wasn't thinking that then. I was hopping mad, man.
At that point my dad came down, we got into the car, and drove home in silence and tension.
I was in a pissy mood and in danger of 'exploding' from the stuff I kept silent about (like, not showing my pissed-off-ness and smiling instead) and stored in my mind from the last time I 'exploded'. Trust me, it's not pretty when I do that.
My explosion involves tears and screaming and neighbours complaining and my parents hitting me. Ah well.
I might not be the most emotionally stable person around, but at least I don't show my emotions and that kind of keeps me in check somehow. Gotta love me. Yeah. I luve me.
Anyway. So I went home and took off my specs and lay down on the top bunk of my double-decker bed with my (ah!) blanky. Soothing.
But then I heard someone TALKING about me outside my room and my mood instantly soured.
But then again, I heard someone crying outside my room a bit later, and that gave me a light, floaty feeling and suddenly the sun was shining and the birds were singing, and it's a wonderful, wonderful afternoon.
Call me a sadist. I'm not nice to people I don't like.
Oh! but of course, my mother then had to storm into my room and demand that I come down. When I asked why, which was a totally reasonable question, she told me to just come down! Which, I obviously ignored. She started throwing heavy books at me from my desk below, and can you believe it?
/EDIT/: I was on the upper portion of a bunk bed.
My first thought was, damn, I hope she doesn't throw my homework. Thank god, she didn't. But it hurt. Slightly. Not that I cared much.
................................just, fuck.
It is b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l when someone trusts you completely, then you lie to them...
And the fucking fall for it.
An omake of sorts:
While lounging about in my bed (before she threw books) I heard her saying to my dad, It's precisely because we didn't scold her enough that she turned out this way!
Hasn't she ever thought that... maybe it PRECISELY because she scolded me too much, that's why I rebelled?
Then I replied myself instantly: NO DUH!!! Her mind doesn't even go that way, what the hell!
The 'what the hell' was because of my surprise at anyone being that stupid.
24 April 2010
Bitches and Horrible-ness
Ya, so let me tell you the great news. I wasn't online for, like, forever, cuz I fell down and injured myself seriously again.You might remember how I totally screwed my finger up. Well, this time I fell and scraped my knee so bad that I can see the flesh.
Um. Yeah.
Then I went to the dentist, found out I had five cavities.
Well. I like sweets. I like chocolate. Don't you?
Anyway, I had a bad experience with a dentist before, back when I was like seven or so. She drilled my teeth until there was fucking blood, and put a horrible-tasting 'medicine' in my mouth. I SUFFERED for the rest of the day. I mean it.
This time, the dentist was really nice, but she used a similar medicine as the previous one, and that so sucked. It was BAD. I had no appetite for the rest of the day, felt like spitting out every single drop of my saliva because it was 'tainted' with the taste, and my tooth FUCKING HURT.
On to the next annoying topic.
My CID teacher. WHAT THE HELL, SCREW HIM! I did a wonderful job, in fact, the only props that remotely resembled what they were supposed to be were made by me! (A very darn GREAT shield and crown) The other two members, boys ( shoulda known) made spikes that were squashed, and really like crumpled pieces of paper, which they were, and the other made crowns that looked like pieces of paper cut out then drawn on with a marker, which they so were too.
After I edited the crown and told them how to make spikes, it was so much better. But still sucky.
Then when it was time for our presentation, (forty-slide powerpoint courtesy of yours truly) I found out that they did NOT look at the fucking powerpoint which I SENT THEM DAYS AGO. I had time to do the powerpoint and I have an added third language and chinese remedial.
WTF.
Basically it was a flop. But it was still cool n' all, then they teacher said some crap, which in the end was translated by me to be 'don't put the script in the powerpoint' and took ten minutes TO FUCKING GET IT OUT OF HIS MOUTH.
Then there was shit on how unprepared we were. Shitty shit about 'if this was graded I'd give you all ZERO'
YES, HE SAID IT.
I'LL GIVE YOU ALL A NICE BIG FUCKING ZERO.
IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE FUCKING CLASS.
You can tell how LIVID I was.
This man is obviously bitter about being assigned to teach CID, because he continuously talks about how it is still important (despite not being counted in the grades, despite it being an 'our school only' thing, despite, despite). And factoring in how cranky he is, he must be bitter.
That he wasn't good enough to be assigned to another MORE IMPORTANT subject, HAHAHA, IN YOUR SHITTY FACE, SUCKER.
Go. To. Hell. We don't need your crappy advice here. Just go and die.
And no, it's not just me. (Hey, look, not just me again. I am totally justified, lol)
And I have ranted and vented and now I feel like eating an ice-cream.
Um. Yeah.
Then I went to the dentist, found out I had five cavities.
Well. I like sweets. I like chocolate. Don't you?
Anyway, I had a bad experience with a dentist before, back when I was like seven or so. She drilled my teeth until there was fucking blood, and put a horrible-tasting 'medicine' in my mouth. I SUFFERED for the rest of the day. I mean it.
This time, the dentist was really nice, but she used a similar medicine as the previous one, and that so sucked. It was BAD. I had no appetite for the rest of the day, felt like spitting out every single drop of my saliva because it was 'tainted' with the taste, and my tooth FUCKING HURT.
On to the next annoying topic.
My CID teacher. WHAT THE HELL, SCREW HIM! I did a wonderful job, in fact, the only props that remotely resembled what they were supposed to be were made by me! (A very darn GREAT shield and crown) The other two members, boys ( shoulda known) made spikes that were squashed, and really like crumpled pieces of paper, which they were, and the other made crowns that looked like pieces of paper cut out then drawn on with a marker, which they so were too.
After I edited the crown and told them how to make spikes, it was so much better. But still sucky.
Then when it was time for our presentation, (forty-slide powerpoint courtesy of yours truly) I found out that they did NOT look at the fucking powerpoint which I SENT THEM DAYS AGO. I had time to do the powerpoint and I have an added third language and chinese remedial.
WTF.
Basically it was a flop. But it was still cool n' all, then they teacher said some crap, which in the end was translated by me to be 'don't put the script in the powerpoint' and took ten minutes TO FUCKING GET IT OUT OF HIS MOUTH.
Then there was shit on how unprepared we were. Shitty shit about 'if this was graded I'd give you all ZERO'
YES, HE SAID IT.
I'LL GIVE YOU ALL A NICE BIG FUCKING ZERO.
IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE FUCKING CLASS.
You can tell how LIVID I was.
This man is obviously bitter about being assigned to teach CID, because he continuously talks about how it is still important (despite not being counted in the grades, despite it being an 'our school only' thing, despite, despite). And factoring in how cranky he is, he must be bitter.
That he wasn't good enough to be assigned to another MORE IMPORTANT subject, HAHAHA, IN YOUR SHITTY FACE, SUCKER.
Go. To. Hell. We don't need your crappy advice here. Just go and die.
And no, it's not just me. (Hey, look, not just me again. I am totally justified, lol)
And I have ranted and vented and now I feel like eating an ice-cream.
17 April 2010
ILVoices
I feel the urge to hurt somebody. My parents are deaf. Not as in chopped-off-ears... but it might as well be.
I tell them four times (and I did count) and the fifth time: hm? What[...]
On a completely unrelated note, I love Sagakure. I love Cradle of Blood. :D
Wow, suddenly Vampire Knight has become so DAMN HOT.
Looking back at what I've written, I realise that I never fail to cheer myself up. YOU GO HELEN.
Yeah. I rock. ILME. ...lol...
Okay, now to be serious, because here comes a confession (not that people will read this, which is why I feel okay venting here - just in case someone reads it ... the person most probably doesn't know me)
I talk.
With those voices.
In my head.
ILY VOICES! You are my therapist(s) - how many of you are there?
I tell them four times (and I did count) and the fifth time: hm? What[...]
On a completely unrelated note, I love Sagakure. I love Cradle of Blood. :D
Wow, suddenly Vampire Knight has become so DAMN HOT.
Looking back at what I've written, I realise that I never fail to cheer myself up. YOU GO HELEN.
Yeah. I rock. ILME. ...lol...
Okay, now to be serious, because here comes a confession (not that people will read this, which is why I feel okay venting here - just in case someone reads it ... the person most probably doesn't know me)
I talk.
With those voices.
In my head.
ILY VOICES! You are my therapist(s) - how many of you are there?
7 April 2010
Term Test (Exams)
Due to crappy exams which really matter a lot, I shall be taking a very short break to study for all the stupid stuff I never paid attention to until now.
Yeah. So bye.
But before that ... I'll continue my livejournal becuz it's kind of a side thingy...
/EDIT/: My lj is so dead it isn't even funny any more.
Yeah and I don't even know why I'm doing this. It's not like people are reading this, which is kind of a part of the main reason (that was long) why I'm so willing to so called 'spill my secrets'... lol...
... And once again I'm bored. UVERworld's new album Last comes out on 14 April... ^^ :D
And Artemis Fowl and the Atlantis Complex comes out July 13 YAY I LOVE THIS YEAR!!!
Yeah. So bye.
But before that ... I'll continue my livejournal becuz it's kind of a side thingy...
/EDIT/: My lj is so dead it isn't even funny any more.
Yeah and I don't even know why I'm doing this. It's not like people are reading this, which is kind of a part of the main reason (that was long) why I'm so willing to so called 'spill my secrets'... lol...
... And once again I'm bored. UVERworld's new album Last comes out on 14 April... ^^ :D
And Artemis Fowl and the Atlantis Complex comes out July 13 YAY I LOVE THIS YEAR!!!
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