Life (& Love!) Sucks...Big Time

Hey, I'm listening/watching Tool's The Pot on google video....great song. I'm still not over Ace, but that will take a while. I saw her picture in my old yearbook, & I just knew he wasn't coming back. Did I say that before? I don't know. I'm going insane. No thanks to Sarah.

"Steal, borrow, save your shady inference
kangaroo done hung the juror with the innocent"

"Who are you to wave your finger?
Ya must have been out your head.
Eyehole deep in muddy waters
You practically raised the dead"

Both of the above quotes from Tool's The Pot.

I'M IN ACCELERATED SCIENCE! Thats one good thing. Not gonna counteract the despair I feel....you're worthless.....no one can ever love you for long... SHUT UP!
Sorry, you really didn't need to see that. Sarah talks to me a lot (see italicized text above) & it scares me quite a bit. But I have to put up with it.

"Sometimes surviving can be its own death sentance" --Battlestar Galactica

-BExi

ACE!!!

Ace has left me on Sunday. We all weep, especially moi. I told him everything. & I do mean EVERYTHING. He knew every thought that ran thru my head. He knew every dream that I ever had. Everything that scared me, he knew.
And now he's gone. He's going out with this 9th grader, Lindsay. Am I pissed? Hell yeah. But I'm more sad than pissed. I miss him so much. & I've lost the will to do things. Like, life, for instance. I HATE IT! Its all so..........straight.

Well, I found this book in my basement on my dad's bookshelf. Its called "I Was Hitler's Doctor" by Dr. Kurt Krueger. The copyright is 1941, '42, & '43. It was really my dad's Grandmother's, Betty, book. Its quite interesting. Hitler (or rather, Schicklgruber) was quite a um, ladies' man.

I'm making my winter formal dress. The theme is "Japanese-Anime-Schoolgirl" & its gonna look damn sexy. I'm gonna wreak havoc on Ace....o, it'll be fun.

"Violence inherent in the system! Violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I'm being repressed!" --Dennis, Monty Python & the Holy Grail

-BExi

Reference-ing

Hi, I'm back reference-ing Reese's comment on the "Emo" post.
She is totally right. To an extent.
If referring to music, one may say "emo" as in "emotional" as in a very passionate, dark type of music. A music that is x-tremely lyrical, metaphorical, etc.
However, young'uns today refer to "emo" as someone who is depressed & indulges in activities that are frowned upon by most of society.
Pathetic? Yes. A cry for attention? One may deny it, but it really is. Maybe not from the student body, or other people. Maybe the person in question is looking for attention from one person. Say, for instance, (hypothetically) one child has 2 younger siblings that require x amount of attention. Both of the parents are completely immersed into the younger two, they don't pay enough attention to the older one. Even a simple "are you okay?" would be sufficient. But no. The subject realizes his/her parents are doing the best they can, even though s/he assumes they can do better. So the subject involves themself in activities frowned upon by society. However, these attempts at attention are useless. What is said person to do?
Ponder that a while longer.

-BExi

CLEAN!!

hey, haven't posted in a while...check out Reesna's blog while you're here, & hopeisemo.com. way cool website.
Well, to mention my reference to the title, I've done some pretty crappy stuff, & I'm finally off of it. You might notice my x-treme btchyness at school, but thats what comes with being mentally derranged.
I've got a new "frenemy" & her name is Sarah. I don't like to talk about her that much, so don't ask questions unless you really need to. Like, if you're concerned about my well-being or some other inspirational crap.

I leave you with a Monty-Python quote:
"Supreme executive power is derived from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony!" --Dennis

-BExi

PostScript- & to whomever actually realizes the importance of it: I'm up to 12! (booo)
PostPostScript- I lied. there is no importance whatsoever. Go back to your trivial problems, gullible people.