Friday, August 17, 2007

   If you're not ready, then you're not ready.
So I was thinking about stuff last night. I was uo till five or so doing homework. My mind just ran and ran in circles and I don't think it stopped till I got home and changed clothes at roughly 10pm today. I was just thinking and thinking. Never do I get a moment of peace in this head of mine. while I've got no real religion or anyone I really trust, I've got all these lovely philosophies and these big words, a sharp tongue, quick wit, tough skin... and the more I think about it, the more it seams it seems like all those things mean nothing to me. and realistically, that's a lie. but I can't shake the feeling. I can't shake the feeling that I've irreservialby wasted a large amount of my time.

And I feel like I've been used systematically over a few years. This boy, Brandon... my, what a sick realtionship that was...

And school, er, "summer school" is finally over. It's finally done, I took my final and I never have to do business 101 again. I never have to do a 50 "short essay" question final or mid-term on stuff that's so elementary to me. I'm well on my way to a 4-year degree, well on my way to more adaquately presenting my awesome mirage of a sucessful future. there's those big words.

And Jamie, oh Jamie... what the hell did I or didn't I do? I really liked her. She won't even send a message through someone. It's REALLY SAD!!!

I'm gonna go lay in bed and think about all those things that've been on my mind all those sleepless nights.

Wizzord(<---feeling gangsta),
-Kitty

P.S.
I'd really like a tattoo of the words "the world" across my shoulders... but I'm not sure on how to tastefully do that.

Nurse: "Sopisitories, the bullets of medicine."

Guy One: "Our epitath; Emotionally exhausted..."
Guy Two: "...and Morally Bankrupt!"

Me: "I figured out how to not be emo. We just need to stay occupied."
E.Mo: "Thing is, we're emo AND we've got ADD. So we'll be emo after we freaked out on everything that shiny in our surroundings."
me: "oh shit, we're screwed."
E.Mo: "Yeah, and what happens when we focus on something that's emo like Bayside or something? Double screwed."
Me: "...Oh gawddamnitt!"


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Monday, August 13, 2007

Oh, the Broken Crap I Keep
did i already post today? i don't know.
looking up self-harmers online, cutters as we call them in the REAL world, and it's just funny. they have a community and a support system and it's like AA for people with the nerve to type and post LOLZ!!1!!. funny as hell. i wish my cutter friends were that funny.

speaking of them...

everyone feels for the cutter, but does anyone know what it's like to support these people? it's a whole 'nother spectrum of "self-harm". you hate yourself and i'm gonna stand her and take all your self-inflicted shots for you. it's like I'M as dumb as THEY are. and i keep doing it!!! i consistantly keep coming back and bring them up while they bring me down and OH MY GOD i entertain the idea that it'll stop!!! jesus!

anyways.
night... er, morning...

super perfundo.

Me: "THAT'S A BIG DICK'S!!!"
Kev: "They're proud."
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Sunday, August 12, 2007

   To the Victor Goes the Spoils
so a night or two ago, i beat this game that i've been putting off beating for sometime. It came out like... 3+ years ago, and just now i'm finishing it. called fable. not even the new fable. i'm weird about beating video games. and finishing books. it's like i don't want them to end. it's retarded is what it is. but between books and video games i've got like 20 i've just been saving for that exact point in time that i feel justifies the end of said media. but anyways, i've finally gotten around to beating it and now i have nothing - NOTHING - to do.
so that led me to call my dad, and he took me to the almighty gamestop and i bought a new game, indigo prophecy. lots of people might not know of, care about, or even like this game; but buying this game is the first thing that led to me getting carded. now i don't have an id to begin with, so i obviously didn't have it on me. so i had to go get my dad and give the money to him and stand next to him like a little kid. totally owned by the guy behing the counter. 'specially when he read aloud all the things that makes the game "m" rated. So what there's boobs in the game? i've seen 'em before. hell, i have 'em. two of em. AND i know what swearing sounds like AND i know what alcohol and drugs are. but whatever. i hope the next time he goes out to some club he gets DENIED 'cause his id looks fake... >P
and in breathless anticipation, i await jamies call/text/im. haven't talked to her since tuesday.
oh, and today i learned that my dad, in his youth, had put a truck chassie in a tree and shot deer while in said truck. *headdesk*
i'ma go act important.

p.s.
evan almighty = good movie

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Saturday, August 11, 2007

   My Site
i already keep a journal, so these blogs never seem to work well for me. i'll update periodiocally, but i doubt it'll be anything consistant. but who knows? more later, hopefully...

mmhm, word.
-kitty

JD: "oh, you and your cryptic messages."
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