I don't wanna hear who walked on water

My mother apparantly pinched the nerve in her neck, so she's been getting me to do random chores for her that she supposedly can't do. Yeah. Right. Whatever.

So I am a good little childer-thing and help the mother dearest. Oh yes, oh yes. Shoot me.

I started working on my next music history essay. It's not due until Novemeber, but I want to do things right now. I want to do well. I want to prove I'm not stupid and useless. Even if it'll be a complete lie, I'm still going to do well.


Sorry. >.> I'm so negative lately, yet I am not depressed so... I'm not sure. I think I'm just beating myself up because of some of the dumb shit I've done because of being depressed.

there's only room for one and here she comes, here she comes

I have been watching the Pieces pv too many times, I think. And it makes me far too happy to see Hyde kill Tetsu. I'm not really sure why. Something about the fact that I'm scarred for life by bad HydexTetsu, maybe? *shrugs*

Another thing I have to say is that I am so fucking bored of writing sex scenes. They're all the same!! OMG. I am so disappointed. I am just going to write up three sets of sex scenes and just cut and paste appropriate comments to put where they're need, seriously! I could! It seems that damned repetitive to me! I don't know why I even bother to try and be unique anymore. *shakes head* It's all just, as Bowie so eloquently says, "WHAM! BAM! THANK YOU, MA'AM!" And I'm just like "NUOoO~ no more!" And then I found $20 and everyone died. THE END.







...don't ask. I swear I am neither high, drunk or hyper. I am just in a very chipper mood. We do not know why, but we won't ask as it is a good thing. Sort of. ...well, I might be hyper. Damn minty Sprite. It's gross, yet addictive. I've had two today. I know it does not sound like a lot, but you have to realize I don't drink a lot of pop.

Also, I can't type. My gods, it's horrible. It's a combination of my new keyboard and my already lacking typing skills.

Ok. I am done wasting your time.