oh god. i rly dont feel like seeing ppl in tears because of something that happened a decade ago. honestly. i would just say "yeah ok" and then leave. but no. no nonononononononononNO!
so were going to ignore that part of the world tommorow. and the mosque-im about to shoot somebody if its mentioned in my presence again.
do not want to hear about it.
ive been writing a whole lot. like. a whole lot. more than a lot.
watching yuri. its actually really cool. but....not my type of thing. im going through my phase. of. being a non-anime person=to a fanatic. its terrible but hey ye gotta.
blue drop has a beautiful soundtrack. almost beats out wolfs rain but falls short. i love it. it reminds me of the iron giant for some reason. now that its night- and im a little more sensitive, it kinda makes me wanna cry......hagino dies in the end, leaving mari thinking the opposite. i love the fact that mari and hagino have always been connected because of the island disaster. its...really cool how things work out. but. its a real shame that its 13 episodes long. i was real suprised when i read in the comments section "5 episodes left! OMG I DONT WANT IT TO END" i didnt either. honestly.....i was actually into it. there was hardly a kiss involved. hence its yuri. but. whatever. i wanted to figure out more about hagino's kind. all the lifeforms on her planet were female. and she was teh captain of a ship that landed in the ocean (hence causing the island disaster) and she was the only one with black hair. everyone else had white hair. it was wierd. guess thats wat makes hagino stand out....or ekaril. i was still very shocked that she sacrificed herself to save azanel. i was like "why" she could have transported the ship somewhere else. and saved herself and tsubael. it was wierd.
it had such a sad ending. they never got to really be with each other....T_T.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VhnEk8Jhw7A&feature=related
Friday, September 10, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
august concludes, hello september
i was increasingly angry this afternoon, but now im ok. im more angry at why the heck its 8 pm and i still have NO DINNAR.
what is up with this picture?! NO! im HUNGRY!
anyway they talked about religion, race, touchy subjects that make mouthy people mouth off even more because they wanna put their two cents in it. i kept quiet. nothing i say rly matters. its not like its gonna make anyones day any better, so might as well shut the hell up. black people were the pinnacle of the discussion.
yeah. everyones a little bit racist.....sometimes. i stopped myself so much from raising my hand to say something because i didnt wanna offend anyone. because alll i really had to say were terrible remarks. i just laughed when everyone was talking about religion. i cant remember wat happened, but i laughed and sat back. some people just dont get it. when they talked abut religion, they talked about god. not anything else. not buddhism, hinduism, just islam and jesus. make ppl feel sry for the islamic bastards and make christian idiots look like even bigger idiots.
i got sick after that. i was sick to my stomach at these people. holy crap. i was not happy. and talking to diana didnt help. she talked about herself and i talked about myself- that usually doesn't uhm.....MESH together. it really does collide with what i was trying to talk about. which is what was important. hearing about her pets- cool- but she went into frkn detail about everything and im thinkin 'okayy....you can stop now. any day now. i really dont care. lets talk about racism again'
it got way too quiet. i dont know today wasn't my day. i was tired from TOO MUCH SLEEP, i had been thinking last night about my life thus far, and it pissed me off. i woke up thinking, cried myself to sleep, got up again, cried some more, and finally fell asleep until 10 am. i shouldn't think about things that deeply.
it makes my mind wander a little too wildly. my anxiety issues kick in and i make something little something big. but im still upset. even tho i realize that it was just me taking things to an extreme. i can't concentrate. cant focus.
ive got to get to a doctor about that. these episodes. are not supposed to be just shrugged off like that. its serious. i could talk myself into doing stupid things aat stupid times with stupid people. without even reallly THINKING for myself and catching myself in my folly. im afraid itll happen again. im afraid that this time i wont be so fortunate as to just end up in tears.
im starting to become my old self again. its because of that stupid autolog in acting class. it made me think back tot he way it was, and i guess my brain missed it. so. here i am, typing down stupid things. ugh
sometimes i wish i was a guy so i could have an excuse to be a complete baby in every life situation there is. for expectations to be lowered. for standards to be lowered.
and so i could be left alone.
i love my sisters, but sometimes they catch me at the wrong time.
i dont like being a girl. honestly. its not even complicated. its just..........my minds here, my body's there. their in two different places. i feel so detatched. like i dont belong in my own skin! i scare myself. when i look in the mirror, i have to look twice before i realize its me. i let myself down for not being able to see past situations that aren't supposed to be a big deal. instead, i raise hell.
i hate this. whatever man.
what is up with this picture?! NO! im HUNGRY!
anyway they talked about religion, race, touchy subjects that make mouthy people mouth off even more because they wanna put their two cents in it. i kept quiet. nothing i say rly matters. its not like its gonna make anyones day any better, so might as well shut the hell up. black people were the pinnacle of the discussion.
yeah. everyones a little bit racist.....sometimes. i stopped myself so much from raising my hand to say something because i didnt wanna offend anyone. because alll i really had to say were terrible remarks. i just laughed when everyone was talking about religion. i cant remember wat happened, but i laughed and sat back. some people just dont get it. when they talked abut religion, they talked about god. not anything else. not buddhism, hinduism, just islam and jesus. make ppl feel sry for the islamic bastards and make christian idiots look like even bigger idiots.
i got sick after that. i was sick to my stomach at these people. holy crap. i was not happy. and talking to diana didnt help. she talked about herself and i talked about myself- that usually doesn't uhm.....MESH together. it really does collide with what i was trying to talk about. which is what was important. hearing about her pets- cool- but she went into frkn detail about everything and im thinkin 'okayy....you can stop now. any day now. i really dont care. lets talk about racism again'
it got way too quiet. i dont know today wasn't my day. i was tired from TOO MUCH SLEEP, i had been thinking last night about my life thus far, and it pissed me off. i woke up thinking, cried myself to sleep, got up again, cried some more, and finally fell asleep until 10 am. i shouldn't think about things that deeply.
it makes my mind wander a little too wildly. my anxiety issues kick in and i make something little something big. but im still upset. even tho i realize that it was just me taking things to an extreme. i can't concentrate. cant focus.
ive got to get to a doctor about that. these episodes. are not supposed to be just shrugged off like that. its serious. i could talk myself into doing stupid things aat stupid times with stupid people. without even reallly THINKING for myself and catching myself in my folly. im afraid itll happen again. im afraid that this time i wont be so fortunate as to just end up in tears.
im starting to become my old self again. its because of that stupid autolog in acting class. it made me think back tot he way it was, and i guess my brain missed it. so. here i am, typing down stupid things. ugh
sometimes i wish i was a guy so i could have an excuse to be a complete baby in every life situation there is. for expectations to be lowered. for standards to be lowered.
and so i could be left alone.
i love my sisters, but sometimes they catch me at the wrong time.
i dont like being a girl. honestly. its not even complicated. its just..........my minds here, my body's there. their in two different places. i feel so detatched. like i dont belong in my own skin! i scare myself. when i look in the mirror, i have to look twice before i realize its me. i let myself down for not being able to see past situations that aren't supposed to be a big deal. instead, i raise hell.
i hate this. whatever man.
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