Michaela

I like that song.

I've done nothing new for as long as I can remember. It is joyful. :]

But I am getting sick of being lied to, by a lot of people.

And I am getting sick of fake people.

KASJDKSJ.

It seems I am not in as good a mood as I had previously thought.

I tore my fake nails off today in Bio. It hurt like you wouldn't fucking believe, and my nails are now shit all thin and ugly. I polished them and they're still ugly as sin, and thin. I can't wait until they've grown out and feel better. I feel sort of naked without the fakies, though. Damn being poor-ish. And damn my incessant need to fiddle with fake nails with my teeth. I dunno, I just like picking at them, I guess. I am fail, eff off.

On the good side of things, though, I got swamped with story ideas when I was supposed to be paying attention in Bio and not ripping my fake nails off and thinking, then mentally whining about how sore and ugly my fingers are. It was nice, being able to have a rush of thought like that again. I started missing it; lately I've just been stagnating, coming up with pitiful half-ideas that kind of swam around and sunk to the bottom of my mind, then got covered in more half-ideas. Ooh the sparkly imagery.

On the mental side of things -- for some reason this reminds me of eighth grade gym when we did a health pyramid, mental, physical, and emotional, and I always sat around thinking 'Mental and Emotional are the same thing,' when they really weren't -- I've obviously been thinking a lot lately. Mostly, I've been in a really weepy mood, and that kind of pisses me off. Simple things bring me to tears; watching the sun go down, thinking about how my dad's acting, thinking about graduation, even though it's damn near two, two and a half years away. I've started crying at scenes in movies, about things in books, about poetry; shit I never really noticed until now. I don't cry over pain anymore, I don't cry from disappointment, or being let down, and I don't cry over failing grades, not having money, or the guy I have a crush on totally ignoring me. I don't cry over trivial stuff anymore.

I've been grown up a long time, but, now I think I'm realizing it. I don't want it to be so.

Sigh. Well, I bet you're burnt out from emo. I need to do other things anyway. Goodbye.

That I have nothing worth saying. It's big, and it makes me kind of down.

I've also lost the ability to write.

;D Nice Krystaa.



WOO, IMMA DEATH EATER!
BOO, IMMA HUFFLEPUFF. [Hufflepuff hater]

Yeah, I know, too many thingies for one night. But it's my juournal and I smply don't give a fuck :]

Awww. Krysta, you're gonna break my heart. :[
Tis vedy sad.

Oh lawd chillens. I got a case of da heebity jeebities.

EET'S SEHR SRSBZNS.

SRSBZNS like:

School makes me want to punch an infant. Why?

( Bitching Here. )
Yeah fuckin' yeah, I sound like a certain fat goth bitch. Get the fuck over yourself.

The hompage keeps telling me I haven't posted in a week, when I actually haven't posted in about a jillion years.

Is anyone else getting that problem?

Sweet mother of all fuck. I see no reason for all this hype for Twilight. (I can you all groan! Cool! Yes, another rant as to why Twilight sucks, etc. It'll be a short one, promise.) Basically. Bella Swan equals fail. Name is cliché, at least use something that alludes to qualities that are actually there. Like, say, Tipsy McClubfoot. I like it! Mm. Edward equals "Gawd, I'm pretty and sparkly and angst and DANGEROUS. But my breath smells pretty. *sparkles*" Yepp. Because if I were ever to meet a vampire, I'd want him to fucking sparkle. And from what Meyer describes it as, it's apparently like making out with a pile of gravel. If I wanted a sparkly, stone boyfriend, I'd go make out with my drive-way on a summer day. Uhm. What else? Plot equals crap. I could write something better in the dark in Swahili than that garbage. You have to get past three hundred some odd pages of fluff, and the most used plot in the world kicks you in the balls. "OHAI. YOU'RE SPARKLY. WANT ME TO ACTUAL GIVE YOU A DIRECTION?" Once more, me the dark and Swahili are better. Jacob is a semi-redeemable character, but he still is a cliché. He's the earnest reject who continues to vie for the heroine's heart. BLAH. VOMIT. I'm done. The end. Goodbye.