Well, I've been on and off lately. I acknowledge that I haven't been quite as active as I'd like to be, but I've been getting some fresh air and all of a sudden, BAM! I have a life. Where did this come from, you ask? I do not know, I respond solemnly.
I've been lurking on Facebook. It makes me feel silly. Because Facebook is silly. Who am I kidding? It's the slums of the internet. Those who strive so hard to be original that they wind up looking like the biggest asstards you'll ever meet? I mean, I kid you not when I say that one popular who ditched out school to go to some prissy private school for other pricks like herself, actually spelled "lol" out PHONETICALLY. What. The. Fuck. She spelled it, "elle oh elle". That's not unique. That's not 'special'. That's sure as hell not cool. That's just stupid as fuck. {Not to say that fuckING is stupid, just fuck as a noun. Whatever the hell that is. xD}
Anyhow, so on Facebook the other day, I actually posted something moderately long and elaborate {Now, don't get me wrong, people; FACEBOOK's long and elaborate, not deviantART's view of long and elaborate.} thinking that someone would actually read it. One friend did. That's about it. Anyhow, I posted:
"Anyone wanna know a great song? "Jeremy" by, of course, who else but the great Pearl Jam, that radio band whose songs most people know but whose name often gets forgotten? Yeah. See, the songs they write are always so poetic, just in the rhythm and whatnot, but anyhow this song usually gets to me because it's about a real kid who walked into English class one day, stood in front of the class to give his presentation, then BAM! Shoved a gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. I don't know why it's sad; it's just another pity story about a miserable teenager. I guess it's in the way they worded it; never directly saying what happened. "Jeremy spoke in class today," that's the chorus. It's quite true. He sure as fuck spoke alright. And everyone heard him loud and clear.
Well, sorry for ranting, friends; I suppose I'll just leave now."
See, it's funny, because no one gave a flying fuck. xD Y'know? Anyhow, if any of y'all trolls and shit wanna lurk my Facebook, I'm the stupid fuck located at this link here, so that way you can keep up with my trolling that occurs elsewhere than just here. [:
So. So yeah. Um, exams. End of the year shit. Waste of time; I could rant about it, but that'd waste more energy than I can afford.
OH. But I do have to get in a rant about some bullshit English project that my bullshit English teacher assigned us. So, the assignment is, I have to make a brochure advertising a UTOPIAN SOCIETY. A UPTOPIA? /ends excessive use of caps. That's...that's just...no. It can't be done. The idea behind a utopia is that, sure, it'd be nice, hypothetically, 'cept for that one little tidbit...what was it? Um...oh yeah. It's not POSSIBLE. You can't conceive it in your mind, therefore you sure as HELL can't put it into a friggin' brochure! Not to mention, I hate making brochures. Like, hate with a burning passion. The burning passion of a million health teachers being all caught on fire and burned at the stake. That kinda passion. Dem passionz.
So yes. I'll cut this off now, so that your eyes don't fall out {Did you know that that actually happened to people after the atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima? They were running around holding their eyes in their hands. Sick, right? xD And no. Not the good kind of sick. You sick fucks.} whilst attempting to read it whilst attempting not to fall asleep whilst attempting not to age too much.
I love you, I hate you, I'll talk to you later, c'ya.
I've been lurking on Facebook. It makes me feel silly. Because Facebook is silly. Who am I kidding? It's the slums of the internet. Those who strive so hard to be original that they wind up looking like the biggest asstards you'll ever meet? I mean, I kid you not when I say that one popular who ditched out school to go to some prissy private school for other pricks like herself, actually spelled "lol" out PHONETICALLY. What. The. Fuck. She spelled it, "elle oh elle". That's not unique. That's not 'special'. That's sure as hell not cool. That's just stupid as fuck. {Not to say that fuckING is stupid, just fuck as a noun. Whatever the hell that is. xD}
Anyhow, so on Facebook the other day, I actually posted something moderately long and elaborate {Now, don't get me wrong, people; FACEBOOK's long and elaborate, not deviantART's view of long and elaborate.} thinking that someone would actually read it. One friend did. That's about it. Anyhow, I posted:
"Anyone wanna know a great song? "Jeremy" by, of course, who else but the great Pearl Jam, that radio band whose songs most people know but whose name often gets forgotten? Yeah. See, the songs they write are always so poetic, just in the rhythm and whatnot, but anyhow this song usually gets to me because it's about a real kid who walked into English class one day, stood in front of the class to give his presentation, then BAM! Shoved a gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. I don't know why it's sad; it's just another pity story about a miserable teenager. I guess it's in the way they worded it; never directly saying what happened. "Jeremy spoke in class today," that's the chorus. It's quite true. He sure as fuck spoke alright. And everyone heard him loud and clear.
Well, sorry for ranting, friends; I suppose I'll just leave now."
See, it's funny, because no one gave a flying fuck. xD Y'know? Anyhow, if any of y'all trolls and shit wanna lurk my Facebook, I'm the stupid fuck located at this link here, so that way you can keep up with my trolling that occurs elsewhere than just here. [:
So. So yeah. Um, exams. End of the year shit. Waste of time; I could rant about it, but that'd waste more energy than I can afford.
OH. But I do have to get in a rant about some bullshit English project that my bullshit English teacher assigned us. So, the assignment is, I have to make a brochure advertising a UTOPIAN SOCIETY. A UPTOPIA? /ends excessive use of caps. That's...that's just...no. It can't be done. The idea behind a utopia is that, sure, it'd be nice, hypothetically, 'cept for that one little tidbit...what was it? Um...oh yeah. It's not POSSIBLE. You can't conceive it in your mind, therefore you sure as HELL can't put it into a friggin' brochure! Not to mention, I hate making brochures. Like, hate with a burning passion. The burning passion of a million health teachers being all caught on fire and burned at the stake. That kinda passion. Dem passionz.
So yes. I'll cut this off now, so that your eyes don't fall out {Did you know that that actually happened to people after the atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima? They were running around holding their eyes in their hands. Sick, right? xD And no. Not the good kind of sick. You sick fucks.} whilst attempting to read it whilst attempting not to fall asleep whilst attempting not to age too much.
I love you, I hate you, I'll talk to you later, c'ya.
