A Short Outburst of Anger

My spirit is calm for two hours every week. The first hour on Mondays, the other hour on Wednesdays.

Then I go home, watch the news, and all that spiritual calm goes right out the window.

I hate Sarah Palin. In this case, the pig should be tossed into a salad and fed to other pigs!!
And McCain should overdose on his wife's stolen pills.

You can persuade with a smile. But you can persuade STRONGLY with a smile AND a gun.

- I-bloody-well-forgot-who-said-it

A Rough Outline of Things

So I noticed that I've been filled with a lot of anger recently. It does sometimes switch back and forth from anger to a more depressed state. But anyway, due to a little prompting from my mother, I thought I'd make this list. Mostly because the amount of anger coursing through my system right now is unhealthy. Scarily unhealthy.

No particular order. I'll only elaborate or state specifics when and if I feel like it.

Things I LIKE/LOVE

1. The Lord of The Rings
2. Aragorn
   
3. Webcomics
4. Barack Obama
5. Anime
6. Japan
7. Food
8. Ferrero Rocher
9. Strawberry daiquiris
10. Stand-up comedy
11. Satire
12. The Daily Show
13. MonaBoyd
14. Asian stuff
    
15. Fantasy novels
16. Rock music
17. Classical music
18. Romanticism
19. Medievalism
20. The Raven
21. Ancient history
22. Ancient civilizations
23. Philosophy
24. Psychology
25. Mythology
    
26. Dark, morbid, Gothic literature
27. Dark, morbid, angsty, Gothic music
28. Guitar solos that scream out my angst (Listen to 'Even in Death' by Evanescence, and you'll see what I mean.)
    
29. Yaoi. 'Nuff said.
30. Anime/Comic cons
31. Brangelina
32. Imagination and daydreams
    
33. Iced Coffee
34. Green, and Black, and Purple, and Silver, and Red

Things I HATE and would like to burn

Because "I don't have pet peeves, I have major psychotic fucking hatreds."

1. Chain letters
2. Religion
3. Paris Hilton (although her recent response to the old man's ad has upped my respect a bit. She now stands above dung.)
   
4. John McCain (fucking do the world a favor and die of a heart attack)
   
5. George Bush (go die in your own war, motherfucker)
   
6. Most of the Republican party
7. Hannah Montana
8. High School musical
9. Dr Phil
   
10. Hip hop
11. Extremely emo people
12. Social gatherings
13. Jocks
14. Preps
15. Cheerleaders
    
16. Circumstances
17. Sunny days
18. The color pink (I'm willing to accept pink Cherry Blossoms, and strawberry in milk)
    
19. Unnervingly happy, chirpy people
20. Children (I merely dislike them though. I wouldn't really set fire to them... maybe.)
21. Bullies (funny how they all fall the same way when you kick them in the nuts)
22. Spammers
23. Spam
24. Fox news
25. War
26. Myself. Or THAT part of myself.
    
27. Stupid people who speak and act without thinking
28. Hypocrites
29. Religious hypocrites (aren't they all though...)
    
30. Evangelicals
31. Suckers of positive energy
    

That's all I can come up with right now. To write down the entire list right here and now would be too inconceivable. Let's leave some for later.

My Desk Is Mine Because It Is Not Yours

To the girl who sat on my desk today,

Please do not sit on my desk.

You have your own desk - as well as your own chair. Sit there. I'm not interested in your ass warmth. If I wanted a warm desk I'd sit on it myself. Or I'd ask someone to do it. Granted I'd probably ask half of the world's population before I ask you, but when I do ask you, it is only then that you can sit on my desk all you want.

And please learn to interpret signals. When the break is over and I'm busy chucking chairs behind you and making noises above what is socially acceptable... it's my subtle way of saying, "Get off my desk you filthy hoebag."

Next time I shall not be as lenient.

May you not sit anywhere near me again.

Sincerely warning you,
The Crazy Authoress

In Sickness and Exams

January 19, 2008
Mood: Irritated

My patience seems to be wearing thin these past few days.

Maybe it's just the stress from midterms finally catching up on me. The late nights spent poring over the books, or maybe it's because of the flu.

I often find myself just sporting a fake smile when people talk to me. I don't like it. Not one little bit.

I need mood stabilizers.

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Okay, so Firefox (or blogger) decided to be a real pain and not let me post this thing. In an amazing case of serendipity though, that very thing has caused me to come up with several more ideas for this post.

Pet peeves.

We all have em.

1. Chain Letters

I bloody hate these. When I open my inbox and see an email from a friend, I expect a REAL message - not something about a dead 4 year old girl who will stuff me down the shower drain if I don't pass on the message to 500 strangers within the next 15 seconds.

Please. Spare me.

2. Friendster/MySpace Display Names

It might be a little hypocritical ranting about this, because my display name on Friendster is not my given name... But everyone I know knows that I use that codename. It was my codename throughout high school, so no one gives me shit about it.

However, it annoys me to no end to scroll through my friends list and see endless versions of "xXxEmOtEaRs4lYfxXx" and "fUcK_oFF". Stop it. Having names with letters that switch back and forth from lower case to uppercase does not make you cool. In fact, it makes it difficult for people to find you. So stop it.

3. Hip-Hop "Gangsters"

Oh yes. Forgive me for not thinking that grunting into a fucking microphone is talent. Forgive me for not "ooh"ing and gushing over that huge fucking diamond dangling from your neck while children die from hunger in Africa. Sorry for not humping you and giving you a fucking lap dance when you call women "hoes". (Ugh, that spelling hurts me)

4. Deliberate Wrong Spelling, Bad Grammar

This is the very thing that often deters me from reading my friends' blogs. Oh dear me. I know, it brings you great pleasure to type lYk tHiS, but believe me, it is far from pleasant to have to read a two page long rant about the injustices in the world when it's written like that. Type like normal people. It's not that hard. See? I'm writing normally and nothing bad's happened to me.

And need help on that grammar? Read some books.

5. Emo Pictures

Oh yes. You know these. People who blatantly state that they are fucking hardcore emo by posting a picture of their slit wrists. Look dude, if you're doing that, you are NOT depressed - you just fucking want attention. Real depressed people actually HIDE their wrists. That's why it's often difficult to help them, because they don't show their pain. They mask it. Posting a picture of your shallowly cut, barely bleeding wrists only makes you look like a whiny douchebag.


And bathroom pictures, WTF?! I always panic when a picture like that appears in my friends' profiles. It only means that they're descending down that slippery slope to emo land. Seriously. No one wants to fucking see your bathroom. Take a picture of yourself in your room, in the park, in your living room, in your classroom - ANYWHERE! But that bathroom? What's the message you want to send across there? "This is where I cry and slit my wrist because of the pain I feel inside! This is also where I shit and take a bath."

PLEASE! Spare us!


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Blogging is good therapy.

That's not even my whole list of pet peeves, but I'm feeling much better now. So yes. I'm done.