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Fuck. I hate drama.
*hides in the Hyde fandom and waits for Kia to come online*
*hides in the Hyde fandom and waits for Kia to come online*
2004-04-07
temper temper
You know, I think the world is rather lucky that I have such good control of my temper. Yes, very lucky. Because I can be a real bitch at times. Usually, my anger just fizzles out gently in the form of sarcasm and that's about as far as it goes. Or else I'll bitch about it for a little while, and then forget it.
Unless it's related to my computer, but then... it's usually not so much a serious anger as a frustration in that case.
When I actually do get angry, though... I terrify myself. Anyone who knows my little sister probably has heard some of her stories about being shoved into walls, over furniture, nearly down the stairs... off a bunk bed. Many things. And my brother... well, just the other day I stabbed him with a fork. My ex-bf could tell you how dangerous it is to mess with me. I think he might still have a scar on his leg. And my RL friends? Well, any of them that have seen my temper know to keep me placated.
It's because of things like this that I want to submit myself for psycho-analyical testing. I mean, all of you can see that I'm not normally a scary or violent person. Hell, I hardly ever even get mad. So what is it that makes my mind snap like that? How much does it take to cross that line?
I'm going to go make some icon bases, my own self-therapy to keep the temper from flaring when there's really not that much reason for it to do so. ...unless of course what I'm feeling is, in fact, a manic attack. In which case I will start crying soon, oh yes.
Unless it's related to my computer, but then... it's usually not so much a serious anger as a frustration in that case.
When I actually do get angry, though... I terrify myself. Anyone who knows my little sister probably has heard some of her stories about being shoved into walls, over furniture, nearly down the stairs... off a bunk bed. Many things. And my brother... well, just the other day I stabbed him with a fork. My ex-bf could tell you how dangerous it is to mess with me. I think he might still have a scar on his leg. And my RL friends? Well, any of them that have seen my temper know to keep me placated.
It's because of things like this that I want to submit myself for psycho-analyical testing. I mean, all of you can see that I'm not normally a scary or violent person. Hell, I hardly ever even get mad. So what is it that makes my mind snap like that? How much does it take to cross that line?
I'm going to go make some icon bases, my own self-therapy to keep the temper from flaring when there's really not that much reason for it to do so. ...unless of course what I'm feeling is, in fact, a manic attack. In which case I will start crying soon, oh yes.
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Mom just got the mail. Things of interest today?
Well, my sister got an acceptance letter from the University of Guelph...
And I got my contract to work at Camp Woolsey this summer. (Program Staff again! Sweet!) Plus... a random check from the government for $54. This is the third time I've gotten such a check. I don't understand. But, hey. I'm not complaining. That's half a text book for next year.
Yes. And my playlist is strongly favouring Ayumi right now. I'm not sure why. I think I might have broken my mp3 player. I'm talented like that, you know. >.>
Well, my sister got an acceptance letter from the University of Guelph...
And I got my contract to work at Camp Woolsey this summer. (Program Staff again! Sweet!) Plus... a random check from the government for $54. This is the third time I've gotten such a check. I don't understand. But, hey. I'm not complaining. That's half a text book for next year.
Yes. And my playlist is strongly favouring Ayumi right now. I'm not sure why. I think I might have broken my mp3 player. I'm talented like that, you know. >.>
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I'm suddenly reminded of the time my sister signed my email account up for the Greenpeace newsletter. Scary thing was, I started enjoying the updates. >.> ^^;;;
I must have the most bizarre family in the world. For example, here are some of the household rules I had to grow up with:
>.> Yeah... we were horrible kids. You wouldn't believe the things we did to our nannies. Or our toys. *used to burn my little ponies* Mind, we might have been better behaved if we actually saw our parents for more than, like, 2 hours a day.
I must have the most bizarre family in the world. For example, here are some of the household rules I had to grow up with:
- no singing at the table
- no standing on the table unless dad told you to
- no rocking on your chair
- no being gay/lesbien until you move out of the house (later amended to 'until you mother dies')
- no standing on your chair
- no standing on the couch
- no jumping on the furniture
- you must be married and out of the house by the age of 18, but you're not allowed to date until 27 (yes, I was actually told this XD)
- no hitting on your sister's friends (later amended to 'sister or brother's')
- butcher knives are not toys
- ice cubes are to be in the freezer or your glass only
- no spraying people with the kitchen facet
- no rabbits in the kitchen while mom is cooking (all because poor little Vicky decided the turkey was a good thing to jump on)
- non-toxic does not mean edible
>.> Yeah... we were horrible kids. You wouldn't believe the things we did to our nannies. Or our toys. *used to burn my little ponies* Mind, we might have been better behaved if we actually saw our parents for more than, like, 2 hours a day.
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Taking a break from icon making to do a meme. Yeah yeah, I know. I've posted way too much today. Live. with. it. I'm going to be gone all summer, so you need something to look back at and remind you of me. (Or something. Seriously, I think only a few people will even miss me.)
Anyway.
Pick up to 20 people from your friends list, say something anonymous to them. Don't say who it is, and don't reveal them unless they guess.
( who did I pick? lets see! )
Right. Back to my icon making >.> Anyone know??
Anyway.
Pick up to 20 people from your friends list, say something anonymous to them. Don't say who it is, and don't reveal them unless they guess.
( who did I pick? lets see! )
Right. Back to my icon making >.> Anyone know??