Saturday, April 15, 2006

Could I Have Another Round of FUBAR With A Side of Pissed Off ... ?

... oh? You're all out of that drink? Well then mix me up a Cyclone, 'cause I'm not leaving 'til I get wasted out of my mind and explain my entire story. You don't want to hear it, eh? Too bad. Don't care. Get over it. You don't want to read it? Simple. Press the 'back' button. It doesn't take a rocket scientist.

Yes, right now I have no tact.

I'm sick and tired of myself and all of the things around me.

Oh, for one? Our music teacher decided to completely drop a piece of sheet music I brought in, along with the song, which happened to be 1:40 into the Truth and Reconciliation Suite. Yes, that's from Halo: Combat Evolved / Halo 2. Why'd he drop it? He 'claims' we wouldn't enough time. But wouldn't that little snippet completely blow away a middle-school "advanced" orchestra audience? You're damn right it would. But does he care? Nope. He replaces it with another boring two pages from The Lord Of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring. Why would he even do such a thing when he realizes that over half of the class would actually prefer Halo over it anyways? Either the FBI's gotten to him or he's completely lost it ...

... and secondly? Now, get this; this is the reason I am absolutely pissed off at myself over. I have lied to somebody I've 'loved' for the past f*cking year. About some major stuff. And now I am tripping over myself ending it. So I do. So I am. But, no matter what, it still makes me the most f*cked up person I know.

Oh, don't worry. I'll be fine. The thought of taking one's own life over some physical / mental matter? That's the easy way out and it's pointless. I'm not suicidal. Or homicidal for that matter. Well, there's the fact about the axe-murderers out in Nevada but, ... er ...

... ... ...

... so, how about some stuff you can actually relate to, eh?

Hopefully that'll tie you over 'til next time, 'cause I'm tired and gonna go back onto Stormscale (WoW) and continue playing my character. 'Til next post, peace out. -nods, backing away and out the door-

... wait, ... what door? =P

--"Reaper"