thementaldisaster's blog

Hello my killjoy brethren. Long time no see, eh? Well, I've been busy... you know the norm: getting lost, trolling,my favorite boots were puked on, found an awesome band, etc.
Yep. The usual. -_-

Anyway. I am sending this blog from small-town Ozark, Alabama, where everybody knows everybody's business. This is a place where Walmart is the place to be! It's like my friend's sister's cousin's aunt's grandmother's sewing circle. All they do is gossip!
"Hey, look at Dr. Walter. He's buying TWO Sprites."
"Uh-oh. Maybe the other one is for that slutty nurse on Floor 2?"

Whatever. I'm down here with my Grammy. She's like a fucking celebrity down here. You see, she went back to college. She goes to Troy, and she did a commercial for them. And it's all anyone will talk about. Again, whatever.
The reason here is we're having our first family reunion. I shall let you know how it goes. Sunday-ish? (It's like a 4day long event)
Yay, it's a date!

Yours psychotically,

Hello my killjoy brethren. Long time no see, eh? Well, I've been busy... you know the norm: getting lost, trolling,my favorite boots were puked on, found an awesome band, etc.
Yep. The usual. -_-

Anyway. I am sending this blog from small-town Ozark, Alabama, where everybody knows everybody's business. This is a place where Walmart is the place to be! It's like my friend's sister's cousin's aunt's grandmother's sewing circle. All they do is gossip!
"Hey, look at Dr. Walter. He's buying TWO Sprites."
"Uh-oh. Maybe the other one is for that slutty nurse on Floor 2?"

Whatever. I'm down here with my Grammy. She's like a fucking celebrity down here. You see, she went back to college. She goes to Troy, and she did a commercial for them. And it's all anyone will talk about. Again, whatever.
The reason here is we're having our first family reunion. I shall let you know how it goes. Sunday-ish? (It's like a 4day long event)
Yay, it's a date!

Yours psychotically,

Hola, everyone. Miss me?
Let's get straight to the point, shall we?
I'm like an Anime otaku. And right now I'm hooked on Death Note. It's just so fucking awesome! I can't even put into words how awesome it Is. Gah!

*ding* Idea! What if Gerad got his comics turned into like an anime? I'm pretty sure all of us would watch it.

In other news, I miss my friends. The friends I have now aren't that bad, but still....
My old friends are funnier,weirder, and sarcastic. They get me! My new friends are just so...different from what I'm use to. They're so normal most of the time, and don't do things out of the ordinary. It gets boring. And then I hear all these stories about the fun stuff my old friends are doing. And it sucks. But what can you do? Blah.

Yours psychotically,
Jab

Okay. Today was...a day. I was guilted (not sure if that's a word) into going to the movies. Family time, she says. Whatever. We went to see Wreck it, Ralph. I'm not gonna lie, I liked it. It was very punny.
But I couldn't fully enjoy due to my on and off headaches throughout the movie. And my more-than-a-little-bit annoying brother who nudged and tapped me was not helping. Family time. Oh joy.
Then I was starving all day because I did not eat breakfast or lunch. We were late so we couldn't buy food or drinks.
When I'm hungry, I turn into a cranky bitch. Every. Little. Thing. Annoyed me.
Talking. Loud music. Arguing. Commercials. Nagging. Lights. Cartoons. Questions. Jokes. Smells. People. Texts. Calls. Clothes. AIR!
I could go on and on.

Okay. Today is Veterans Day. The anniversary of WWI and the day we honor U.S. veterans and victims of all wars. Woo!
I just wanna say thank you to all the vets out there for saving our asses!

Yours psychotically,
Jab

[] smoked
[x] consumed alcohol
[] slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex
[x] slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex
[x] kissed someone of the same sex
[] had sex
[x] had someone in your room other than family
[] watched porn
[] bought porn
[] tried drugs
[x] taken painkillers
[] taken someone else's prescription medicine
[x] lied to your parents
[x] lied to a friend
[] snuck out of the house
[x] done something illegal
[x] felt hurt
[x] hurt someone
[x] wished someone to die
[] seen someone die
[] missed curfew(Don't have one)
[X] stayed out all night
[] eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself
[x] been to a therapist
[] received a ticket
[] been to rehab
[] dyed your hair
[] been in an accident
[] been to a club
[] been to a bar
[] been to a wild party
[] been to a Mardi Gras parade
[] drank more than three alcoholic beverages in a night
[] had a spring break in Florida
[x] sniffed anything
[x] wore black nail polish

Okay. Everyone I am here to post about the complexity of this thing we humans like to call love.
Oh,love. How ye makes my heart flutter, my inside twists, and sheds a different light on our world.
Me? I'm not sure if I believe. I mean, sure you can love your family and friends. But I don't think you can be IN love with someone.
Hmm, maybe there are some lucky bastards out there who can't live without each other, who've stayed together from young to old, who would have eyes for no one else but their partner, or those who stay together even after the flame has died out and are still committed to the relationship because of who their partner is, NOT what they look like. But I think that's a rare find these days. Some people marry because they're in love with each other,right? Well then why do they have affairs, divorce? I think, people don't fall in love. People love the idea of being love. Love is a myth, I think. Love is false hope. People think love conquers all..... I doubt it.

Okay. As you all may or may not know, The Voice performed SING last night. I'm just gonna get straight to the point: I didn't like it.
There voices were not made for this song! Dude. This is the second time someone has performed their song(I think) . People just need to stop. Leave it to the fucking professionals, i.e. My Chemical Romance.
Okay, some of you out there may have liked it. I'm not insulting your opinion in any way. I, personally, just didn't like it. It's not my forte. Gah.

Yours psychotically,
Jab

P.S. This blog has been edited due to content. Blah.

Hello, my fellow killjoy brethren. Today I am here to whine about my not-so-awesome-even-though-i-think-it-should-be life.
90% of the time, living in my house is Hell. I live with Mother Dearest, my little sister, and little brother. Mother works lots of overtime. So that leaves me, the eldest, with a shitload of work to do. This includes cooking, cleaning, helping them with HW, signing crap, reminding them to do stuff (like clean their rooms,do HW etc), enforcing curfews, etc. Plus balancing school. Gah. Sometimes I just wanna come home and be left alone, or relax. Is that so much to ask? Blah.
So I daydream about how much easier it would be to live with my grandma. I could join clubs! I could have alone time, no overwhelming house work, no one to look after but myself. And I could spend more time with my grammy. We don't see each other often. And I have this fear that she'll die too soon, before I get to know her.

Okay. So I'm in Algebra class at the moment and I'm fucking terrified. They're throwing tennis balls and I'm scared I'm gonna get hit. (We have a sub btw) So I have resulted to distraction.
Hello distraction.
Uh-oh principal walked in. Go to go.

Yours psychotically,
Jab