Sunday, April 24, 2011

Oh no, oh no not me

I hate how my mom locks the two oldest dogs in the crate... together. Sure, Daisy and Gem have tendencies of running away - but that means she should honestly give them some attention too. I walk them and pet them and give them all this love and she just treats them as if they don't belong in this world. (Stop giving all of your annoying attention to Buddy, our newest Golden Retriever. You have other pets that need your attention. It is not right what you are doing. You are a complete dictator and your stupid shit needs to stop.)

Another thing... why is my phone acting so dumb lately. You are supposed to be a droid! Not some kind of pay-as-you-go phone. So... when I want to take a picture, take an effing picture. Stop saying, "Camera failed." Because you know what, yes this camera fails. But not only does this camera fail, but the phone, overall fails. So stop failing and start acting like a droid.

To my teachers, thanks for giving me all this work during Easter "Break." Thanks for being crazy and making us send you our slideshow presentation the day before it's initially due so you can make sure we're not malicious crazy children and purposely screwed up the slideshow. Hello, this is a 300 level class. We aren't that sneaky. Also, to the other teacher who teaches music, thanks for giving us our take home test during our reading days (days where we are not supposed to have any tests of that nature - a day of rest - a day where we can study for finals) and also by having our music final the week of finals. (Most of the music finals are given the week before finals.)

Plus, there is something wrong with my right hand.

I sometimes feel very uncomfortable in you-know-who's house. I don't know... it's just a weird environment and sometimes, I feel like I don't belong. It is as if I am unwelcome and invisible. But I think that's how my life was all along. I've done my work and usually, my accomplishments go unnoticed. Ask my high school - they forgot me in the program. And it was my senior year too. It's like, "Go doggie wake him up." When you know... my face isn't all that hidden. You know I'm right there too.

Sometimes, I don't want to hear about your stories about how you nearly fainted... Maybe you should start eating some more food and start being healthy. Stop depressing me with your near death stories.

How the hell did Jack Johnson become #1 on most played on my last.fm? Oh right.... that stupid second-hand iPod that doesn't turn off.


There are times where I just want to be alone.


Sometimes, I feel like nobody understands me.

Maybe it's better that way.