4 out of 5 people (80%) think this is worth doing.
The next person who sits next to me in art class and whines to me about “having no talent” can go and screw off because I’m sick of giving out sympathy for shite like that, for reasons that I’ve grown weary of repeating. >o
BTW, Whiny Guy In My Class Who Isn’t Likely To Read This? What the hell do you expect me to do; draw your shit for you? You’re twenty-seven ~ so prease to start acting like it.
..[whines XD]
I’m so glad I’m not religious. Why do we constantly need to be hounded by doomsday prophecies?
One thing that annoys me, is people who say H as “haytch” instead of.. “aytch”.
Entering into a conversation with these people makes me always want to correct them. >_>;;
How pathetic of me. XD
A book describes the Spanish destruction of various Mesoamerican civilizations as
‘fortunate’.
It’s just one word, but it really stuck out for me.
What. Arrogance.
Today at work, I was working! And at one point I noticed that there was someone staring at me as he walked past the department. I quitely recognised him as some random guy who had started to stalk me while I was nightclubbing one night about three weeks ago. :o It’s not like I thought he was dangerous or anything. Just annoying and looking for some seks. I soon escaped when my friends and I left the clubs to go to a party, so yay.
Later on today though, I noticed him again. AND he was approaching me. I wasn’t really expecting that, so my brain started to say things like: “Gwargh, here he comes. Stalker bastard. What’ll I do? Uhh.. I KNOW ~ Pretend I don’t know him! :D”
So I treated him like every other guy I’ve ever met hanging around the counter in the ladieswear department, kind of banking on him thinking that I had become unbelievably trashed over the course of that night and developed that booze-amnesia you get sometimes. Eventually he got all embarrassed about being there and went away.
Yay.
Friggan stalkers.
I have been quite sick for some hours, but now I feel fine. DAMN YOU, FOOD POISONING.
Weird thing is that all day, I’ve been procrastinating on an assignment due Monday that I know I must at least start today.. the trip to the Chinese resturant that I had never been to ever before just over four hours previous to the chunk-blowage was in fact in itself a form of procrastination.
So I was hanging out shopping with my sister just before the fact, PROCRASTINGATING and trying to shake of this sudden, sick, seedy feeling, promising myself that the moment I got back home I would make starty with the assignmenty. THEN.. ooooh. Suck, man.
It’s just bad luck. ;o;
Mother: And how’s my wonderful daughter who actually got up this morning?
Me: I’m going to date-rape this cat!
Mother: I’m sure Ozzy would like that.
Me: ..He doesn’t. ;o;
Explaining people-things (like how to use waterbottles, the advantages of shoes, that battery-operated fans can’t harm you unless you try really hard, etc) to a sleepy kitty (who ASKED for a bedtime story, might I add) is only weird when someone else accidentally overhears.
So don’t try to tell me otherwise. :/
..he looks like a burglar. Even when he’s also got his glasses on and is making me some pancakes. o_o
