"I love you, I just..."

You just what, Juli?

My sister just came in and gave me a lecture about what I am going to do with my life. She was all, "People like you end up doing nothing." Gee thanks, sis, I love you too.

I quoted the Book of Mormon at her as a joke, "eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die," from a part that talks about what certain types of 'bad' people say. "People like that end up with horrible live, that produce nothing," "You need to do something better with your life than reading all the time," she says.

I'm sorry Juli, but not everyone has friends that always want to go out and do something. Not everyone likes scrapbooking, crocheting, cooking. Not everyone has something else to do that they like other than what they are already doing!

Why fix what isn't broken?

She brought up the point that I procrastinate, and that my reading helps me with that. What else could I do that I wouldn't be able to procrastinate with?! Maybe you have a skewed vision of time, Juli, but everything you do takes it. Procrastination has absolutely nothing to do with what I do, and everything to do with when I do it, so don't you dare attack my hobbies on such an insane front.

Maybe you are just stupid. I don't know, because it is seriously odd that you wouldn't realize that I do things other than read on my computer, especially since I have told you multiple stories about my online friends, you've seen my dolls, and you've seen my websites. It does not add up. You have a very selective memory.

Anyway.

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The Last Laugh

Until members of my family stop reading my journal, I am reverting back to my old blog. If I find out that these unwanted readers followed me over, my entire journal will be made friends-only. Which will really piss me off.

If anyone wants to know where it is, comment or email me, an 99% chance I'll tell you. It's my old lj, so you might already know where it is. Boards should be updated soon. You should be able to look on some people's friends lists for it and figure out who I am.

Bells Toll

Why the hell is my dad reading my blog? That pisses me off. Hello,common sense! I see you aren't around much anymore!

I do not want him reading anything I put online unless I point it out to him. This is a journal, just like a diary.. a private diary. The only difference is that people that I know that don't know every little detail about me or my life because they are only virtually a part of it can comment on what I say.

Merlin. Sometimes my family really pisses me off.

I forgot how much I hate lj. It is so uncustomizable. I really need to just subscribe and get it over with. There's no way my dad is going to get the last laugh and make me have a completely ugly blog and therefore defeat the purpose of having a blog in the first place, just because he wouldn't stop trying to read my personal thoughts. Sometimes I really dislike him.. even if he is a million times better than my mom.

Goddess. I hate this ugly, ugly journal.

The Forsaken

I hate history. I really do.

Okay, so I don't. But seriously, my history class really pisses me off sometimes. What is with Mrs S and essay exams? Essay exams, combined with ID terms, which are reaaallly long definitions?! Goddess.

I'm very angry lately. I don't know why. I mean, I've been listening to a ton of country music for merlin's sake. It's not the kind of music that makes one angry, ya know?

All this feigned stress is really getting to me. I mean, I have a couple of projects to work on, but it's really no big deal. I mean, I shouldn't be worrying about them, because I know I won't be doing them until the night before anyway. But everyone freaks out and is all, omg we are sooo busssyyyy, so I feel like I have to, you know? But really, nothing is that hard, just annoying, as long as it is soemthing that can be completed outside of class.
I have to add that detail because presentations are hell. No matter what. I had a killer speech written for my debate in history, but I was scared out of my mind and practically rocking and hugging myself for 2+ days before it. It doesn't matter how good whatever I'm presenting is. Presentations will always kill me.

Anyway. I have this theory about spring break. It's evil. Because teachers pile on all these projects, you know, that take awhile to do and are really annoying and you just want to die when you're working on it, just so they can grade them without having students nagging them about giving them their grades.
So spring break isn't evil in itself, but with teachers added to the equation, it has to be. A great big ole' skull is added to the picture of size 0 36D cup females playing volleyball at the beach with guys with tanned six-packs (or, for people more like me, computer geeks with hair falling into their eyes, oh yesh). And the skull ruins all the fun that might have been possible.

Okay, so I'm absolutely bloody insane..