The three people I mentioned before didn’t change as much. In fact, other than being taller and older, they were the same. Time does change things, but not as much as you’d like to acknowledge.

 

I ended up crying when I had to leave. My mom thought I was crying for her and her friends, which I guess I was too. She kept saying that we’d get to see them in another 4 or 5 years. I’m already looking forward to it.

Going to Canada today. As the hours go by, I start to realize my mom and I are just killing time before the inevitable chaos that comes with the TSA and airports in general.

Here’s a good rule if you’re traveling in Georgia: Don’t talk to white people, they’re assholes. And that’s racist. But most white people at the airport are complete jerks.

 

Talk to any black person you see. They will help you out and you’ll feel refreshed.

 

Also, don’t talk to anyone in the airport that actually works in the airport, because chances are, they’re having a bad day.

 

Racism/Bigotry aside, I’ve been reading manga a lot lately.. Just wasting away hours on manga, and then checking on all of them more than once a day to see if a new chapter’s come out. Last week, I had a bout 5 mangas I’d update on occasionally, and one I would have to check up on every Monday. Now I have 18 (most are shoujo).

 

I don’t really mind though. :/

Also, still kind of feeling apathetic/lethargic. Agh… Wasting time on this blog..

 

You know, I’m going to see three people that I haven’t seen in about 5 years. I’m looking forward to see how much they’ve changed. One is my age, another is going into college, and I’m pretty sure the other one’s a senior.

I had a dream. The world was in chaos. Guns were going off everywhere. And someone knocked on my door. I opened it, warily, and was shocked to see that a car had knocked over most of my bushes. But the door was open in front of me. In this chic, black car, were three people. The driver, with stereotypical sunglasses, another man, also with sunglasses, and someone I know. GP, let’s call them. Earlier, their friend had called from my home, asking for their help, before said friend vanished from my slightly safe haven. And so, GP, with blood running down their head and a red stained bandage, told me that they had come to pick up said friend.

 

I told GP that their friend was no longer in my home. GP sat there for a while, lost in thought. He said, ” Okay”, then hesitated, before adding, ” All right then.”

 

He shut the door and his driver drove him through a storm of bullets. I locked my door and returned to screaming.

I just want to put this out there. Some of you have no idea how much pent up anger I have. One of you knows why. One of you knows of my anger. I hope both of you don’t seek each other out, for my sake. This is how I want my problems to be. Seperated onto the both of you, not one person to burden.

But as I was saying, lots of anger. Most of you remember when I forced out my anger with my fists and feet. Then I stopped that after a scissor incident. And not the lesbian kind. Then I vented it through other things, things that couldn’t take my anger. And so I stopped those things too. They were delicate things that I spent a lot of time on. things that required concentration, that required that I didn’t think too much. Which is good, because I don’t like my thoughts.

 

But back to the main point at hand. I have a lot of anger. And I don’t understand why I seem like the only one who keeps it in me. Why should I bother hiding my anger when other people just run around screaming at the top of their lungs? So one of these days, some person walking down the street, or a stupid teenager is going to be that final provocation that’s going to make me frusteratingly punch them in the groin.

 

Much love though. I’ve got a lot of love in me too.

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Songs these days. They just lack… The funk. The soul. The feelings and passion that older songs had. I’m not saying they’re bad. I love songs on the radio. But they just lack. Another thing is I know singers on American Idol are passionate etc. I’m talking about songs on the radio. For example:Far East Movement’s Like a G6. Auto tuned, beats, over and over and over again. A great song to dance to or pelvic thrust to. But not a song of passion. Another example:Bruno Mars’ the Lazy Song. Yeah, that’s a great song, catchy tune. But no feeling to it. It’s like, a song everyone sings.

Adele’s Rolling in the Deep. Now that song has got some feeling. Far East Movement’s Rocketeer? Great. So it’s not some people. It’s just the songs. Fucking emotionless songs.

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I can’t seem to remember what month we’re in. I should fix that pretty soon. So AC Revelations was announced. We can all expect that at E3 this year.  I’ll probably watch the entire thing via internet for the third year in the row.

In other news, I want to watch Thor. Because for one: Norse Mythology is awesome, and for two: that guy looks smexy.

That is all.

I’ve been playing this game for hours. And finally. Finally.

Ghost Trick.

Oh wow. Everyone who owns a DS? Stop what you’re doing and go buy this game. This is one of those games that you know won’t have a sequel, and isn’t part of a series of other games, but is just so totally awesome you HAVE to get it.

The only other game title I can come up with on the DS is The World Ends with You.

Ghost Trick? Wow. Just. wow. first of all, story? Yeah, I knew it was out there, but I had no idea at the end that the dude was…

Well, wasn’t who he thought he was. And the ending credits? I shed single tear.

 

*Edit

Just wrote 2010 at the end of the original post of this, fixed that.

Also, unintentionally didn’t sleep for the release of Pokemon Black and White. L. O. L

I find myself still writing ” 10″ on my papers as opposed to “11″.

It always takes me a couple of months to get adjusted to the change. Speaking of change. I am now aware I need to let an idea sink slowly into my skin. Hence, 10 as opposed to 11. Three months may be a bit far in, but I’m getting the hang of it.

This is an adequate excuse for me. Or reason. Or both.

Also: Minecraft.

‘nough said.

I wan’na talk to someone. Just to talk to them. To learn more about them and stuff. I am female. They are male. That does not automatically mean that I like them. But I would very much enjoy just talking to this person, awkward silences and all.

 

This is serious business, ya’ll.

I find myself hating on everything I do.

I find myself closed to new ideas.

I find myself procrastinating, even as I write this.

And yet nothing will change. I’ll hate on myself, I’ll refuse opinions, and I’ll probably end up wasting 60+ dollars because of my procrastinating.

 

I suck.

But that’s okay, I guess. Not the 60$ part, I’m still hung up about that, but that’s okay. Because I won’t make the same mistake next year. I won’t build myself up with $20 only to procrastinate for five weeks and waste, over-all, $60.

I might be disappointing people, and I might even make my reputation terrible. But that’s okay.

Because people should assume nothing of me. They should assume nothing.