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Monday, July 31, 2006

Emotional crap

Whee. Went around today telling people penis jokes. I don't know why either, it just was fun is all. Kudos to Dad for telling me that joke in the first place.

Now I'm about to go totally emo. Not that that's a first. Anyway, my mom reprimanded me today for being rude. Now, she's entitled to that, I know. But, when a guy has, all during dinner, been trying to get a word in and has been ignored and then, when he has eaten his damn vegetables facing his mom, he half expects her to realize that yes, I have eaten the green. She didn't, proving to me that neither of them notice me. This, coupled with all the shit I get in school, has made me irritated and jumpy. In school, whenever I try and be alone, assholes, and no, I do have friends there but its always the assholes who come up to me to say hi. Isn't that just messed up? The people I don't give two shits about and who I don't want to give two shits about me always notice me, but the people I love don't. Meh.

Story of my life, come to think of it. Especially my love life. No one ever notices me when I like them, but hell everyone else does. Then again, I never did tell them, but that was because I knew I'd need a job to pay off the dates. Still, not even a notice. Its either I'm a good actor or I'm just marked.

Giving bizarre thought to getting a tattoo. Something gothic, blady, maybe multicoloured. No idea why.

This is also why I hated to come here in the first place. I had finally found a group of friends who notice shit about me, who can tell when I'm pissed, who can bloody tell me what I had for lunch even though I was in a daze staring at that girl out of the corner of my eye making sure no shit is happening to her. Yeah, maybe a bit perverted, but hell, I'm a guy, it could have been worse. Anyway, I had a group who noticed me, and who I knew shit about, and dammit, there it goes. Straight across the damn Indian Ocean.

And oh, honey? I am trying my hardest not to go into Emo Mode here. All for you.

On another downside, KH2 is giving me strange ideas. Seriously, Final Form? Ninja wish they were that cool. Samurai too. Ninjasamurai. Frankly, I feel inadequate. Its stupid, seeing as I've been watching anime for several years now, but I guess its the freaky hormone attack I've had, what with the sudden crush and shit.

Meh, I can't bloody be bothered to write anymore.

 
 

 

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