feel shitty about yesterdays post.
All of my anger transfers over to guilt eventually. Especially if i'm talking about someone behind their back. It makes me feel so crappy. I'm in one of those curl-up-and-die modes.
Not just the person from the last post either. My mother as well. I feel so horrible right now. A knot has been in me all day.
So what if i'm justified? Gives me no right to talk shit about people. There are days i love me, days i hate me. This is one of those days where i need to go to sleep. Just die. Lie unconcious for several hours and wake up fresh. I need a nap.
Obla dee, Obla da life goes on blaa dadada life goes on.

"Before i became a drug addict, i had so many problems. Now i only have one-drugs. It gave my life a real focus."-The drug addict in Cecil B Demented.

Jesus. Sick of some peoples exclusive shit.
You know what? Nobody is a total loser if they are trying to be nice. Jesus christ. Somebody told me today that most of my friends were losers. What. The. Fuck. At first i didn't say anything because i usually just leave that stuff to sit. But it only sat for a little while this time because my brain just kept going "FUCK! My friends are awesome! Whats her friggin problem!". So i went to talk to her. I said "my friends aren't losers". She replied that more than half of them were. And started naming people. Molly. Marley. A few others. Made me sick. I love them. They are close to me. They have quirks. They never did an assanine thing to anyone in their lives that didn' t provoke them. It got me thinking. Losers are people with quirks. I enjoy quirks. If you don't care about quirks, or care about them but just leave people alone and let them be who they are, then they won't bother you. But quirky people only start being bitchy or annoying when you tell them they talk weird or dress funny. Its so fucking annoying how exclusive people are! Labeling random people losers doesn't make you better than they are!
Bottom lines. My. Friends. Aren't. Losers. People are just picky. If people are annoying, start putting up with it. You will get nowhere in life by excluding and giving attitude to annoying people. Its these people that run the businesses, work at stores, wait on you at restraunts, and most prominently deliver your mail. These are the people that keep your life going. Your boss will be an annoying quirky person almost definetely. So will your college roomate. If you learn how to fucking put up with it and see the good inside them, or even make an effort to bring out the good inside them, then you will have an easier life.
I love people. I love how different they are. And people who don't make friends with people just because they are annoying, ugly, act strange, or have a weird speech pattern piss me right the fuck off. Just in case you forgot, i know two forms of martial arts and do not enjoy being pissed off.
All of my friends rock the house. Some of your habits or things may annoy me, but i don't exactly care! Large quantities of nice people make me happy. I surround myself accordingly.
The world is full of nice people. Strangers on the street, the psycho guy that works at electronics boutique, a lady who puts the pastries in the case at clemens in the morning who can tell you her life story in five minutes..they're everywhere. If murderous psychos were common, you wouldn't hear about them on the news, now would you?
I believe theres good left in everyone. Nobody good intentioned, nobody nice should ever be excluded for anything just because of little taints of ugliness, stupid seeds in a watermelon that can be picked out or eaten around.
I love people. I've always loved people. And for the last fucking time, my friends aren't losers. Take that you exclusive bitch!
by the way...excluding people is a quirk i will only work around for exceptionally cool people. The person in question is truly awesome, a dear friend, and should not be attacked. No matter how much that statement made me want to whack her.

"Winning isn't everything. Losing isn't nothing."-My dear old chalk slate, a pleasant reminder of my thoughts.

I've decided to take a leaf from beccas tree and post my work/tae kwon do schedule so people can plan accordingly.
GH@=Get home at

Monday- Work GH@4:15
TKD 5:00-6:00 GH@6:30

Tuesday-Work GH@4:15
Therapy 6:30-7:30 GH@ 8:00/8:15 (compensate for traffic)

Wednesday-Work GH@ 4:15
TKD 5:00-6:00 GH@ 6:30

Thursday-Work GH@ 4:15
TKD 5:00-6:00 GH@ 6:30

Friday-Work GH@ 4:15

Saturday-TKD 11:00-12:00 GH@ 12:30 (unless i go out to lunch...then i don't come home at all)
Kung Fu 3:00-4:00 GH@ 4:30

Sunday-Housechores..if i move fast, done by 1, if not done by 2:30/3:00 if u bug me the day beforehand i can have them done early as 11.

If where you are going is really cool and disrupts a tae kwon do class, i can always shift when i take the class or skip it all together. Don't just assume its more important. Especially those people i go to DDR arcades w/...if you leave me out of a gameworks run because i have tae kwon do, i might be forced to kill you.
On the other hand, therapy is non-negotiable unless she is on vacation, like she was today.
Thats the lowdown on my schedule. yeesh.


"Get to work. You aren't paid do believe in the power of you dreams."-Despair dot com.

Sunday was a sunday. A very sundy sunday at that. Wow! How much was sunday like sunday? Whole bunch if u ask me.
I recall watching "It" at marlas house. Both Marla and Alyssa were there. We laughed hysterically. I swear to god that movie is so freaking funny.
Henry..Henry BOWers..
We also played DDR. Marla has konamimix.
I snuck into the CIT activity center and played DDR ^_^. Their pad sucks, but you know me being addicted and all, how could i resist. Although, just being there is risking me being fired. But i wrapped a scarf around my face and took off my hat, so most people didn't know who the hell i was anyway. 'cept kim. It's suprising how oblivious people really are.
They have all these funky misters and sprinklers all over the camp so the kids don't overheat and explode. They are V cool.
I visited archery today. ARROWED!
Monday night alyssa came over and we chilled and watched Cecil B Demented. That is a DAMN good movie, funny as hell twisted as shit. If you like funny, sick, and twisted movies, this one is for you. Definetely. Whoo. Good movie. WHOO!
ok i'll shut up now. no i wont DEMENTED FOREVER!!!
Tonight-Franklin Mills w/ Becca, Jen, Steve *can't get in the habit of calling this kid spud..o well long as he answers to steve*, and Tim. More DDR. Yippee!
You know, my heart is hungry. I'm an escapist. I think for my quote i'm going to plagarize a james thurber fable. Because James Thurber is a damn good author that i keep forgetting about.

In May 1937, a bloodhound who lived in Wapokoneta Falls, Ohio, was put on the trail of a man suspected of a certain crime. The bloodhound followed him to Akron, Cleveland, Buffalo, Syracuse, Rochester, Albany, and New York. The Westminster dog show was going on at the time but the bloohound couldn't get to the garden because the man got on the first ship to europe. The ship landed at Cherbourg and the Bloodhound followed the man to Paris, Beauvais, Calais, Dover, London, Chester, Llandundo, Bettws-y-Coed, and Edinburgh, where the dog wasn't able to take in the international sheep trials. From Edinburgh, the bloohound trailed the man to Liverpool, but since the man immediately got on a ship for New York, the dog didn't have a chance to explore the wonderful Liverpool smells.
In America again, the bloodhound traced the man to Teaneck, Tenafly, Nyack, and Peapack-where the dog didn't have time to run with the Peapack beagles. From Peapack, the hound followed the man to Cincinatti, back to Wapokoneta Falls. There the man was acquitted of the crime he had been followed for.
The bloodhound developed fallen paw-pads and he was so worn out he could never agin trail anything that was faster than a turtle. Furthermore, since he had gone through the world with his eyes and nose to the ground, he missed all the beauty and excitement.
Moral: The paths of glory at least lead to the Grave, but the paths of duty may not get you Anywhere.
Now see if the dog had ADD he would have had fun! Long live my disorder!

ah..nice neutral feeling of calm.
Excercised the shit out of myself yesterday. Walked all over creation, tae kwon do, danielles house, target and such. Then i took one tae kwon do class and one kung fu class. Kung fu was great. Its very swishy and fluid. I really like it.
I went to Danielles house to collect the stuff i left there *dang i didn't even get all of it..she still has my angel sanctuary tape..hnnn..*. On the way there, I went on the playground at highland and swang on the swings. Then i got tired so i fell asleep under a tree. Then i got to Danielles house. Crazily enough they were having a cookout at the time. I ate many a shrimp. Mr Deatatto was there or however u spell the bandfreak in a hawaiin shirts name. Huh. Anyway, I left after munching some shrimp, then i showed at my house to eat dinner #2. Then i went to KT's excellent party where i had pizza for dinner #3. Heh heh. We watched monty python and gained many a laugh from many a thing. I brought cindy with me. She's my foam lizard. I also brought Gregg, the spatula. I met Sanchy for the first time ^_^. Ryan felt his tulle. We discussed how we had to live in a rolled up newspaper in a septic tank. Ryan iced Marley. I hid my facial expression. Sancy still has four ducks which i would like to meet and speak to individually. Marisas mom drove me home. She does that a lot. I should send her a fruit basket.

"I have a message to deliver to the cute people of the world...if you're cute, or maybe you're beautiful...there's MORE OF US UGLY MOTHERFUCKERS OUT THERE THAN YOU ARE!! So watch out."-The Zapmeister..Zappster..Zapporama..