Havokian

I feel like coding.
Other than I really don’t. I want to, sure, but I’m far too gone. As in…tired. Because I’m tired.

And I don’t know what I want to make, or why.
So, there goes that idea.

I just finished watching Batman. You know, the original. With Michael Keaton and Jack Nicholson.
It’s a good movie. Watch it sometime.
I much prefer the newer ones, though, they’re more…stimulating.

Today was good, I guess.

I texted Cody a while ago.
He hasn’t texted me back.
Oh well. I don’t really care too much,
Nothing I can do about it, right? And if he’s not going to text me ever, but I have to be the one to text him…well what’s the point?
Blah.
I knew stuff was a bad idea, but noooooooo.

Whatever.

If that’s how it’s gonna go that’s how it’s gonna go.

YES, I’m having a bitch moment. Now let me have it in peace.
As in, you know, let me get it out before I take it out on anyone. Good idea, ja?
I sure think so.

Just people…people…who say they want to talk to you, and then don’t make an effort to…obviously don’t want to talk to you.
Know what I mean?
At least that’s how I’ve always taken it.

I think I should go now.
Write in my notebook. I like doing that. Other than I hate the fact that it’s WideRuled paper. I HATE wideruled paper. It’s so…weird. And the lines are too big. And I can’t fit as much on a page, and that’s frustrating.

…my cat has decided to lay on my flipflops.
That’s kinda weird.
Okay, really weird. She’s really stupid and I hate her.

I’m all sunburnt again, too. My face isn’t so bad, but my arms are horribly red. It’s frustrating. And not comfortable. And itchy.
Blargh.

IMMA FIRIN’ MAH LAZERRRRRRRRR.
But I am lazer-less, so I guess I’m not doing that afterall.
Oh well.

I really wanna go to bed, but I don’t really want to at all.

Okay bye.

Borderline Moments

I’m rather tired of texting. It’s…well, my phone is slow and people don’t take hints and whatnot.

And Cody is just plain annoying sometimes. He never says much of anything in texts and he talks about boobs too much.

And I just wanna sleeeeeeeeeeeeep.

And people annoy me.

And last night, this guy I talked to like twice tried to swindle me into talking dirty with him.
Which failed hardcore. Never tell a girl you want her, and then when she asks “why” say because you love her. Because you don’t, fuckhead.

And Amanda is asking me to hang out this weekend. I don’t want to. I really don’t want to. I just wanna stay home.

I colored some more. It’s pretty. I should share.
I will, I think.

The holes for the paper should be on the right, sorry I didn’t turn it first.

And in texting, I know I have to use “:P”s so people won’t ask questions I don’t want to explain, but honestly, I don’t feel like it. I don’t feel witty, I don’t feel funny, I don’t like doing whatever it is you’re wanting me to do.

Just…here we are again.
I just want a blanket and a good movie or a comic book and read and then sleep.
Ja.

HAPPY THINGS

I decided I was going to marry the Joker, remember?
Well, I decided something else.
That if I can’t marry the Joker, I’ll just marry Kurt Cobain instead.

Good plan, ja?

TMI. Honestly, it will be. But I must vent. SOORY.

…why in the world are there stretch marks on my breasts? Honestly?
They have not gotten any bigger since about freshman year. And there are stretchmarks on them. That are new. Yes, new. As in still pink. As in new within the past two months (don’t remember when they first showed up, but they’re less than two months old, this I know).
Is my body playing a sick joke on me? Or are they just REALLY late.
As in, oh, you know, at least three years too late?
No. That cannot be it.
There has to be something.

My hope? That it’s in preparation for getting larger.
HOWEVER, that would have happened by now. And seeing as it hasn’t, I am out of luck.

Bah.

Stupid body. Stupid lines. Stupid breasts.

Fuck you

Some people REALLY piss me off.

Like, my one friend. He has this girl, he loves her, she doesn’t love him so much. He complains about her all the time. We go in circles talking about it. Same fucking thing every fucking day. And no matter what, it’s the same fucking thing every fucking day.
Like, dude, come on, get a grip, you can’t do a damn thing about it, you just have to wait for her, now suck it up and go on with it.
Seriously.
SERIOUSLY.

FUCK YOU, WHIPED LITTLE BITCH.

Gah, had to get that out.

Sorry, just pisses me off.
That no matter what, him and I are talking about his ex (the girl he loves so much and wants back so badly) or wrestling (his passion in live, other than the girl).
And it’s complain complain complain like some whiny emo kid.
Other than he’s not a whiny emo kid.
But it sure seems the fuck like it.

FUCKING GOD.

I don’t fucking care, really, but obviously nobody else is listening to you, someone has to.
Bah.
I didn’t sign up for this.
Every once in a while, fine. Not every fucking day, multiple times a day.
I can barely handle my own problems, fuckhead, let alone trying to sort out yours (which, might I add, I do on a DAILY basis).

Music Songs

In “In Bloom” by Nirvana and “Survivalism” by Nine Inch Nails, they say that nature is a whore.
In “In Bloom”, it’s just “nature is a whore”, but in “Survivalism”, it’s “mother nature is a whore”.

Either way, same sentiment.

Heh, I don’t quite know what they mean, but sure.
I guess she does love everyone, huh, and does lots of stuff like that, huh.
Well, whatever works for her.

Oooo, pretty colors.

So I took the Facebook test what’s “What drug are you” and I got ACID.
So fitting.

“You are Acid. Definitely very conventional and very predictable- you probably own a minivan and beige slacks. Just playing, you weren’t expecting that now, were you? Or maybe you were… you never know with someone like you. You’re vibrant, creative and well, insane. Your perception of reality differs from everyone else. Your relationship with the world is very love/hate. Not everyone understands you, which isn’t surprising because you don’t even always understand yourself. But there are times were you’ve figured out the universe. Temperamental? Yes. Bizarre? Unquestionably. But very, very intriguing. .”

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE.
They know me too well.

Upset

http://www.reuters.com/article/oddlyEnoughNews/idUSTRE55F50Z20090616?feedType=RSS&feedName=oddlyEnoughNews&rpc=69

Errr, yeah.
They put the toys with the meal so kids want to eat there. So the kids tell their parents “OH LOOK, I WANT THAT!!”
And then, the parents, not knowing how to say no to their children, take them there and then they complain when their kids end up fat.

Well hrm, if you’d learn to say NO to your children everytime they say “I WANT THAT” you wouldn’t be in this mess.
Don’t blame the company, they’re doing what every other company does. They’re trying to get customers. And by customers, they mean anyone. So if they can appeal to that screaming four year old with the mom who just wants the kid to shut up, hey, they’ll do it.

Honestly, there’s nothing wrong with it.
I loved them toys. But you know what, I didn’t eat at McDonald’s all the time, either.
I liked the Hot Wheels toys. And a few random others.
But I didn’t beg. I didn’t need it. Because my mom knew to tell me “NO.” She did it well.

Either way, blame the parents for letting their kids eat that.
Don’t get all mad at the company.
Geez.

It’s the VIDEO GAMES MAKE KIDS VIOLENT!! TV MAKES KIDS VIOLENT!! BLAH BLAH BLAH.

And it’s aggravating.
Because we can blame EVERYTHING except the real thing at fault.
Bah.

Cocky.

You know, last night, I told myself I was just going to ignore anything more from  them.
Look how that’s gone.

Well, whatever.

There’s only so much ignoring I can do. Especially when they do that. You know, that thing they do.

I actually got them to talk this time, though, instead of just quoting me.

Which is a step up.

And they’re links get funnier and funnier.
Especially THAT ONE THAT WE TALKED ABOUT THAT ONE TIME.
So this means it should be….

So, now what?
I’m stuck, waiting.
I hope this ends soon, I’m not patient.

Which is why I posted TO them.
…ja.
That went over well, didn’t it.
Oh well.
Whatever.
Still, got them to talk. Which is what I wanted. So, you see, I am winning.
BWAHAHA.
And your stupid little tennis lingo. Like I know how tennis works.
Badminton, now that’s different. LOVE that game.

Mentioning

So I got comics. YAY COMICS. That’s exciting. Other than not.
Well, maybe.
WAIT, there is no maybe.

I got “The Killing Joke” and already read it. YAY.
And I got “The Ultimate Spider-Man Vol. 2″ and have read that already as well.
And I got “The Dark Knight Returns”, which is the longest of the three, which I am leaving for tomorrow. Because I have already read the other two.

However, I’m going to read the other ones again tomorrow. At least “The Killing Joke.”
I’m sorry, but it’s too good. I’d reread it right now, but that’d be overkill.

But, then, that’s a pun, and you should laugh right now.
It was also unintended.
Which makes it funnier.

Still no idea who Preston is.
I got OpenOffice earlier, used the Presentation thing, and made a slideshow about all the Preston “evidence” I have. It was rather comical.
Other than I don’t have good evidence so far. But I only have 3 comments from the person. So, you know, oh well.
What I need to do is search for what they said the second time. Because the other two were previous things that were said somewhere. So do you think that that was said somewhere before? I have no idea. But that makes no sense.
I should still do a search, however. I’ll get right on that.
…nothing. I find nothing. So that was something original. Which they screwed up, by the way. Read the comment, it’s screwed up. They missed a few words, and then didn’t even use the correct symbol after that.

God why am I letting this get to me? It shouldn’t, I don’t even know who it is!
But that’s the problem, I don’t know who it is.
I’d really really like to know.

I’m having a hunch that it could be Pendel.
But not exactly.
Someone who wants me to THINK it’s Pendel.
But it’s not.
So who is it?
Someone with a sick and twisted sense of comedy.
…oh well.

And Brett, most likely, won’t talk to me much anymore. Because I told him that I didn’t want that kind of thing anymore. And then he’s all “okay fine, well i need to stop that anyway” and then no more fun talk until he left. Which wasn’t too long after that.
And by fun talk I mean happy smilies or anything.
And then he hasn’t been back on. He might have blocked me. Though I commented on his status message on Facebook and he commented with me a bit. But that doesn’t mean anything, you can’t really ignore Facebook comments so easily.
So I don’t know.
I won’t be surprised, however, if he doesn’t talk to me anymore.
Oh well.

So, because of this. And all of this, I hope to devote most of my night to Java.
That should do me good.
I think.
And my geek status. Of course.
Because that is very important. Geek status. To me, it is very important.
And I have to make something in Java and make millions of dollars off of it.
Or something like that.
Did I not tell you this? I think I did.

Fairly certain I said it somewhere.