I live in a house, on a street, in a city. I'm biting my lip right now, don't know what to type. Sometimes this comes easily. Right now it isn't. I didn't find my Myers-Briggs result very accurate.
Seven months since I last posted here. I am finished the internship. It worked ot well. Now I need to figure out what I'm going to do with school.
I stopped taking those meds, I dunno, maybe the dosage wasn't high enough. At least I don't have to see that creepy psychologist again.
I finished reading it, it's a collective of 20 of Stephen Kings short stories. Here's my five favourite, though they're all great. Mostly horror/suspense. No order:
1. Children of the Corn
A couple on a road trip drive into a little (seemingly deserted) town. Usually anything with children creeps me out. I don't know how to type anything without giving it away. Would be a good movie in the right hands. Apparently it has been in the wrong hands quite often.
2. Lawnmower Man, The
A suburbanite needs someone to cut his overgrown grass. He eventually hires someone, but things don't turn out as he expected. Oh my god, it's wonderful. Plenty of "Say what?" moments. If you saw the movie The Lawnmower Man, remember it barely (or not at all apparently) resembles this story. It's another example of how comedy and horror can work out so well.
3. Quitters Inc.
A man decides that he'll try to quit smoking. He ends up going to an organization with some strange methods. I don't smoke, so I guess I'm one of those Smug Bastards. I kind of wish this would happen with some crackheads I know, but you know some crackheads (not saying all). Some of them will do anything, or let anything be done to their family.
4. I Know What You Need
Girl meets boy. Boy seems to know everything the girl needs. Girls roomate is suspicious. If it seems too good to be true, it probably is. I think this was first published in Cosmopolitan, which is cool. I'm pretty sure they still do that, or publish snippets from novels. I've only read one issue of Cosmo, and it had a snippet from an erotic novel. If they had more short stories like this, I would definately want to read it more. People can easily get romance novels, my mom has a hundred in the basement, and a bunch up here too.
5. The Man Who Loved Flowers
New York, 1963. A lovestruck man decides to buy his girlfriends flowers on a lovely day in spring. At first I thought this would be about JFK's assassination (I'm not sure what the date was). It certainly was not. Can't say much more without giving something away.
It seems I can no longer count, because I wrote down six titles. So here is another:
6. Last Rung on the Ladder
A lawyer gets a sad letter from his sister, and it brings back memories from their childhood. One of the two stories in the book that doesn't have anything supernatural or whatever in it. Though it's one of the last stories, so I kept thinking "What's going to jump out an attack the lawyer?"
Reading things by Stephen King make me tired and hungry. Which is a compliment. Even in short story form.
Haven't posted in two years and 11 months, oh what to say? I really messed things up for myself for a while. Was in the hospiyal earlier this month. I'll be taking a small course starting in July, and starting an internship in late August.
Apparently some woman stabbed her five year old child to death, and said she was PMSing. What the fuck? The bitch should just go to jail for saying that. What kind of lame excuse is that? Then again I doubt there is any excuse for killing someone (unless they're rapists or something), especially a child. I don't even like children but that's disgusting.
And blaming it on PMS? I am tired of people blaming everything on PMS. Both men and women. "Are you PMSing?" "No I'm just a bitch!" People are pathetic. I hate menstration, but fuck! Stop whining about it. And as for people asking "Are you PMSing" or "Is it that time of the month", shut the fuck up. They're just being a bitch.
That women, should get life, or die. That's my opinion. Watch her get out or something. Oh my gah! Who blames killing someone on PMS? At least blame it on insanity, it's a bit more believable. I swear, if she gets out, I don't know what I'll do. That is just so stupid. I can't get it out of my head! I need to find out more about this, this is just... Wow... That poor child.
By the way, it's not my time of the month if you were going to be a smartass and ask.
Soy un Perdedor
AM
Saw Fargo yesterday. Loved it. Deserved all those awards. Before I saw it I thought it was set in Canada, because the accents sound like the stereotypical Canadian accents... Anyway, I loved Frances McDormand. The character has to be one of my most favourite pregnant characters ever. If you knew me, you would know that I'm kind of scared of pregnant women. Ah I wrote about that in my Bzoink journal. Back to Fargo. It also has some other favourite actors like: William H Macy, Peter Stormare and Steve Bucemi.
Probably wondering why I named this entry Madagascar... Or your not, you don't even care. The latter is probably the correct one. Well, I was talking about how I finished a journal in the last entry. I'm so happy about finishing this journal! It lasted from March 22nd to June 22nd. I wrote in it almost everyday. It's blue! I put a picture of penguins on the from, and a picture of Shelly Winters on the back. I know, strange...
The longest entry was 9 pages long on April 2nd. The shortest was 4 words on April 15th. I've begun naming my journals after countries, so it would be easier to tell which is which. They all look different, but I can still get mixed up. So this one is names Madagascar, Not sure why, there's no penguins there. I'm sure Shelly never went there...
I'm crazy.
Soy un Perdedor
AM
1st thing that makes me happy:
I finished a whole journal! It took about 3 months but I did it. It was 135 pages. This may seem weird to you but I've never finished a journal write to the last page before. I usually lose it in my jungle room, or I forget to write in it. Ooh I was so happy. Then my kitten Apollo came up to me and began snuggling. Oh he's so sweet. My next journal is over 200 pages...
2nd thing that makes me angry:
Tomorrow is my third period exam. Although I doubt I will fail it, I will not be hapy about taking it. I never wanted to be in that class. My guidance coucelor did not give me a proper description of this class. See, my schedule was screwed up, I almost had to take Cosmetology. So I got it switched. I tried to get Italian or something. She even said something about Grade 11 Physics (I'm in grade ten... well only for two more days now), but was joking. Now I actually wish I had taken Physics! Oh my gah! I never in my life thought I would happily take Physics. Although that would have been impossible because I was a grade 10 anyways.
So that is why I'm off. I'm happy about it being summer, and that I'm finished a journal. But I'm angry about tomorrow and hot weather. Ah well. Wish me luck.
Soy un Perdedor
Ah! I can't get this out of my mind. I saw a dead cat yesterday and I was so devastated. I see dead animals all of the time, but they usually aren't all... complete. There's usually peices missing. But this cat didn't look like it was run over, it was a full cat with out any body parts missing. Poor little guy.
Exams coming up:
History - June 21
Math - June 22
Tech - June 23
Religious Ed - June 26
Wish me luck. Next year I'm taking (excluding the required classes): Biology, Chemistry, Law, Psychology, and World History. And also depending on what happens, I might take Writers Craft. Bleh. I don't feel any older. Physically I feel 80. Oh mah gah, I have to walk to and from home for the rest of the year. I live 45 minutes away from school depending on how fast I walk. I used to do it all of the time last year...
Soy un Perdedor
Oh meh gah! How can she be such and inconsiderate bitch?!
Anyway, enough of that. Some Unconsiouc Mutterings:
Guitar:: strings
Blame:: me
Childlike:: persona
Duff:: Hillary ah
Less filling:: Where is the creme filling?
To the bone:: bad
Run!:: away!
Appeal:: sex
Crave:: food
You and I:: are gonna die! Ah!
Giggle:: little girls
Ah I cannot get away from TaSha. She is everywhere. But I am not going to set myself up for dissapointment again. She's sort of like Marie from Everybody Loves Raymond. She says something "nice", but it's really a cruel comment. But she's not the bitch I was talking about above. There are many bitches in my lives. She seems to go out of her way to make me feel bad.
I really can't wait until I'm 18. My dream is to move away, change my name, and get away from this family and those other assholes...
Enough complaining...
Weeee! Look at me! I'm a peanut!
Soy un Perdedor