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Look, That’s Just Not Fair. Capiche?

…I honestly don’t see the point. I work FOR YOU, and yea, I get paid. I take the time out of my Summer Vacation to voluntarily work at your goddamn freezer of an office, and what do I get? One thank you, and then you take away the one thing that gives me joy in this stupid world. I hate reality, it’s why I play so many video games, and the fact that you’ve taken that from me… It’s just uncool.

Pfft. Don’t even ask me “if I want to work” when you pull shit like this off. For one, you mother fucking snuck into my room when I was sleeping to do it. You’re fucking lucky I had my guard down, otherwise that shit would’ve probably been in my pants. I don’t understand why you do this. I don’t play half as much as I used to, or half as much as I’d like to anymore. You know why? BECAUSE I SPEND MY FUCKING HOURS WORKING FOR YOU IN FRONT OF A GODDAMN BORING DESK.

I started below minimum wage and worked my way up, and then WHAT ? Ok, thanks, yea, what? Oh! Haha, I’m probably the best one you’ve got doing this paperwork for you? Thank you, thank you. Well don’t thank me, I mean, I’m getting paid…

And this is what it feels like is being said:

“Oh… that’s right. No, no, I’ll thank you…. So I can take away your games. Stupid kid, playing Pokemon. I remember that from when you were around five. Grow up, and stop playing all these video games.”

……………..Fuck it. I’m not working… No matter what I do, that bastard is NEVER mother FUCKING HAPPY. I’m torn between taking work into Overdrive and never wanting anything to do with that Prick AssFuck.

Home Sweet Home

Well I’m back home, and boy was it a surprise to see that I was missed, period. I can’t say that the feeling isn’t pleasant, and I’d have semi-loved to go to school today. I might’ve agreed to going as my mother wanted had it not been a B-Day, and if not for the fact that they were baby-sitter-less anyway.

So I’m screwed. That’s just it then.

Well school wise, or academically, I should say, I’m screwed. Why? Because I missed out on about a week’s worth of work, not to mention all the shit I procrastinated on, and yes, I know, it’s all self-inflicted sufferage, but I’ll deal with that like I always do. At least my friends care enough not to want me to fail… but whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing is still semi-uncertain. What is it that I truly gain if I don’t do the work myself? ….Wait, it’s just HEALTH. I know what sex is! :3

Everywhere else, I’m screwed too, but to find out why, inquire within, (as in PRIVATELY) for it is not a matter I’d prefer to have “leaked” all over the internet.

Oh well, aside from that, my vacation was pretty swell. Real laid back and in total Cruise mode, aside from the moments where we had to rush to places or make Pit-Stops for the tiny-bladdered people who had to pee every hour. Heh.

OH. And I bought PANTS. D<

You All Saw This Topic Coming. Admit it.

FACEBOOK. It’s the new (or rather, not-so-new) sensation that’s sweeping the nation!

/ throws confetti

Alright, alright. So I got bored and looked up some “popular blog topics”, and the Facebook topic is what caught my eye. Here I will include opinions, and personally what I use my Facebook for. Enjoy ?

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The day I joined Facebook was one I never saw coming. If you’d asked me a year ago, I’d probably say that it’d never happen. If you’d ask me four years ago, I’d join in a heartbeat. (I had a Myspace around that time. Ew. Myspace days. xD) What happened was, see, a friend of mine, who also happens to follow me on Tumblr and has a blog of her own… -cough- SHE MADE ME DO IT. I’m like, not even exaggerating. I would not have a Facebook if it weren’t for her and all the other peer pressuresss.

Haha, but don’t be fooled, I’m not one to give into peer pressure oh so easily. No, no. For some time, Facebook was all my friends could talk about, so I’ll admit I was a bit curious…. Actually, before actually joining, I’d made an account just to check it out, and then deleted it an hour later. I was… semi afraid of creepers, but then I got over it when I started working out. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not usually arrogant, and that was actually kinda a joke… but you get less afraid of things when you learn how to defend yourself properly. Still, the fear is still in existence, because the possibility is still… a possibility… and therefore… I have confused myself. If you follow, then kudos to you on reading how I think without having my clarify very well.

Alright, see now what do I do on Facebook? There are numerous things to do on Facebook. Uploading pictures, creating albums, tagging your friends, and inviting them to join groups or righteous causes, games, quizzes… It’s totally better than Myspace in my opinion. Remember, it’s just an opinion, so don’t get pissy if you like Myspace better. Geez. (Not that anyone’ll read this… XD)

I’m running a bit outta time now… so I’ll say my favorite things to do on Facebook?

I like to…

• Play Resturaunt City!
• Take various quizzes on random shit!
• Update my album appropriately titled, “Random Shit”!
• Be conceited with my sisters camera o.o
• Petville. It’s a sort of “Shame Show” type of game I play…
• IM and bug the heck out of Larson! (Haha, Larson, AKA CKruse.)
• Post random stuff on people’s walls!
• Watch videos!
• See videos from my Subscriptions on Youtube before they get uploaded to Youtube!
• Fan random pages that totally relate to my life!
• STUFF

Kshoots, that’s it. BYE. D:<

As You Can Probably Tell….

Hehe, I have quite a few William S. quotes up. Lately we’ve been reading his works in English class, and while the majority despises it, I’d have to say that I… rather like it. I’m not only amused enough to stay awake the entire period, but I’m just so… enraptured by the story, and the way it’s written…. I actually participate in the reading when we choose parts and read them aloud in class. Iambic Pentameter. Wow… I could never write an entire five-act play in one rhythm so…. awesomely. xD

Mercutio was a personal favorite of mine, though it was a shame he had to die. He was neither Capulet nor Montague, yet he had suffered the toll of death at the hands of the tempermental Tybalt, Prince of Cats.

Also, in the movie, he played quite the interesting role too…. Though in the more modernized version, and I have nothing personal against black people (unless their name is Kelcey Keyes), but why they made Mercutio black is… just… I mean, I guess it was never specified in the actual play written by William Shakespeare…. but… c’mon! o.o”

Err…. anyway, that’s about it on this topic. I’ll probably be blogging until early morn’ comes when I have to depart with bags in tow.

Au Revoir, Adieu, Parting is such sweet sorrow~ ?

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