Flying Cow Bubblegum Club

Just breathe.
She’s going to be okay.

Some of this stuff is so bad. I wish I could erase part of my life history and pretend it never happened. You guys, all I want for Christmas is a magical eraser.

I was just studying for a psychology final, which is actually just a regular test (hooray!), and the theme is all about psychologically-induced illnesses and disorders. I fell asleep reading the book and felt like I was coming down with the flu when I woke up. Is it actually the flu, or is it just a result of how much I want to avoid going to an orchestra rehearsal that starts in 15 minutes? … Yeah I’m not going.

… how are all of you doing so far?

don’t you hate it when people shove their opinions down your throat?
also when they judge other people for judging other people?
when they say you have no morals just because you do something that comes naturally to all humans?
when their hypocrisy shows through like cellophane?

you start thinking, “there must be something wrong with me. i will never be a good person, i will never be as good as them, because i am not them,.. I am myself. That is what is wrong with me.”

“I was TOTALLY / Wanting to do Something / walking home / Today. / Lately.. I’ve been really bored.”

Eric, you killed it! T_T

I wish I could. I can’t anymore, well.. not here at least.

There’s a reason why I’ve been listening to Amon Amarth, Satyricon, Testament, Verjnuarmu, and Nine Inch Nails for the entire month of October so far. It helped, too.

ORUSPU!!!!!!
PEZEVENK!!!

you’re going to get what you deserve.

I’m not going to write something poetic or fancy that alludes to what happened today, I don’t believe in that anymore. If I want to say something to you, I’ll say it to your face. This post is just a note to you: I won’t talk about this online. I won’t. This site isn’t safe for my rants anymore anyway, which is why I’ve switched over to paper and ink. If you want to talk, fine, but I’ll only comply if it’s in person.

Whoever hacked our server deserves a slow, painful, and painfully slow death. No wait.. they deserve a slow voyage to the BRINK of death, only to linger there for eternity, screaming and writhing in agony, PRAYING for death to whisk them away from their living nightmare,… only to never be saved. THATS WHAT THEY DESERVE.

All our music, movies, pictures, documents, MEMORIES, .. basically EVERYTHING was on that thing, and where is it all right now? POOF. Maybe it was a hacker, maybe it was a virus, who really knows, who really cares,…

Whatever. I’m pissed, but not as pissed as I normally would have been. I guess after losing half a gig of pictures from my vacation and nearly going postal, I realized that having a strong bond to or dependency on worldly possessions is neither healthy nor intelligent… I mean it’s good to value what you own, but to dote on your stuff to the point where you can’t live without them,.. that is not good.

In the end, all of this is just that: stuff. Our knowledge, intelligence, and happiness trump everything else in terms of value.