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I don't know why I'm posting in here, really. Maybe it's because I'm bored, you know? Withdrawal from ignoring Myspace and it's blog entries that nobody really cares about.
Well, that isn't true. There was that one guy that responded to my blog asking the world if I should become anorexic. He said it wasn't a good idea. I went on a diet a week later, and then stopped. Said I would start it again, then stopped. Now I'm trying to start it next week, when I start AOC. I should have started it this week, because I started winter intersession. But damn, I already have to read a chapter out of my Developmental Psychology book everyday to do the course online. And I have an English 091 class on top of that. That one isn't as hard, though. I feel like I'm in a non-honors class. It's simple.
Let's see. What else is there? My life is boring... it's always boring. I'm starting to get into death metal. My musical preference always changes, and this time, it's death metal. Don't get me wrong, I love my nu-metal, but I'm focusing on death metal... and Nothingface and Motograter. I love, love with a passion Dimmu Borgir and Otep. I love the fact that a woman can scream. It makes me want to try and scream, but I'm sure it would sound stupid coming from me.
I went to Florida for two weeks, which was fun.
I'll remember it forever.
Not kidding, here.
It was nice to get to know my grandma now that she's not stressed out.
It's comforting, and Christmas was awesome.
Tonight, I went and saw Match Point. It was boring in the beginning, but from the middle to the portion right before the end, it was good. Then, the ending was retarded! I swear to god it was the most retarded ending ever. Woody Allen could have come up with a better ending. He must have gotten sick with the plot of the story, because Nola could have so called him back, and it turns out she wasn't really dead or something. That's real drama.
I'm reading a book about a serial killer who has sex and does drugs constantly. I watched a video for Greenday's "Jesus of suburbia" or whatever, and I started wondering if I'm missing something in life. Or if I'm wasting away my years. I watched these messed up kids smoking pot and drinking and partying, and I'm still just a goody goody held by the constraints of her parents. 18, and I am free. Day by day, one shackle is being torn from my bruised, cut-up wrist. Soon, the cuts will be exposed so they can heal. Pssh, like that will happen once I'm 18.
I'm thinking of going to Washington to a Deaf college. They can let hearing people apply if you are exceptional with your signing abilities. Look what I'm going to try to do! And I can learn Psychology there, too. I'm going to get my doctorate in that.
God, I'm freezing. And the heat's on. And, I'm tired. Eh, I'll submit now.
Thanks for reading. Now let me ask you this question...


Why did you read it?