I hate it when people do not see their faults, and I hate it even more when I see them and then don't do anything about them. They hide. Everyone has faults. Everyone can try to get rid of them. Hiding from faults usually hurts others. When one is blind, you hurt others. It is disgusting. I hate it. No one likes it. Why don't people try to help themselves? They don't take up their responsibilty, and they let people down. It is disgusting.
I think I'm going to go on a bitchy mood swing for a while. Actually I already am. I think it started with my brother breaking something that is not mine, but I was borrowing it, and then he expected me not to be mad because he fessed up to it.
Also someone who will remain nameless has been pissing me off lately. Argh!
I wish I didn't have to sleep. That would be nice. I have all these things that I want to do, but adventually sleep kicks in, and I sleep for nine hours. Why can't I at least be one of those people who only sleep six? or at least only seven?
I also wish I had more money. I could do great things if I had the resources. Plus I wish they would get rid of those things that waste money. Like wars for one thing. Another- prom dresses. Prom is so stupid! I do have to admit that I've never been to a 'prom'. I've really only been to one formal dance, and it wasn't for school. Of course I would have gone to prom if I hadn't dropped out of school in the ninth grade. Yea-yea, I know you are all shocked. She dropped out? No, not really. I started homeschooling. Okay? I'm just about to graduate after 3 and a half boring years...
I also wish they would get rid of stupid teachers. I'm talking about those bitchy ones with sticks up their arses. That is the straw that broke my back back then. I had this one teacher who hated anyone that wasn't a blonde, ditzy cheerleader. They all had to be mini-hers. Of course I wasn't one. I was a nerd in her eyes. So she had to hate me, and make my life a living hell. So I quit. It probably made her happy. Or hurt perhaps. I doubt the later. I think I smiled when I told her goodbye. Not a happy smile, but one of my rare snearing smiles. You know what? The school tried to humiliate me when I decided to drop out. They made me go around to all my classes and tell my teachers the reason I was leaving, then have them put my grade and thier signature on a form! Well, ha! You lost one of your best students! I left with a 4.0! Actually, they kept me all year. I kept two and a half classes. French (yuck! I would have dropped that one if my mother had let me- another crappy teacher. Didn't learn a thing) Advanced Art, and ALPHA (the nerd class twice a week). So actually I kept up my 4.0 all year. I still have a 4.0, but that is because the tests are open book.
You know, letting all of this stuff out has made me feel better. I might not be so bitchy in the morning...
Until later, anon, (-still on the Macbeth rush)
Kat
Okay, I'm back and didn't feel like making another post...
I hate it when people put useless pictures in their posts!
I'm also sick of my aunt always bugging me to go to college... do this, do that, be a cookie cutter child! Let me squeeze you into that square hole, when really you're a round peg! AHHH!!!
And, yes, I know I said I would stop complaining, but isn't this making you think about the world?
She says I'm a procrastinator. Sure, I might be a bit. In fact just today I sent out two things in the mail that were due today. One of them was because I was waiting for my mother to tell me what to put on it. The other was because I had to squeeze a 20 dollar check out of my father for it.
But I KNOW that if I lived at a place all alone, where I didn't have to live with other people's crap, and take care of them all the time; I would not be a procrastinator. For I am organized. It runs through my veins. Not my genes, but my blood. Also I go back to the money and resources whine.
I can not believe I am still up, but some nights I just don't feel like sleeping. I can stay up really late. In fact it is 2:39 right now. Wow.
Oxy-moron- n., adj.- one who seems to be oxygen deprived. One that should not be breathing on this green earth. One that should have not been born, but someone let their parents get together and mate.
Harsh aren't I?