McDonald's is my friend, not a fat fast food enemy

I went to McDonald's today. Just like yesterday. I've discovered that they are in the process of phasing out their Supersize selection. BLASPHEMY. Those of us who crave that jumbo goodness that only comes in Supersize are going to be so utterly put out. Why must we all suffer for the mistakes of those who don't have that ounce of self restraint needed to pick a small? *sigh* It is truly a sad day indeed. I nearly died in when I was in the drive-thru though. I was aimlessly looking around when my eyes came up on the giant window on the front with a huge advertise ment for....Adult Happy Meals.

Michael Jackson, we know you're thrilled.

Unfortunatly, the rest of us are horrified. And people wonder about that blurring of the line between adults in children. But that's okay. Alot of kids are smarter than their previous generation anyway. HA. HA. HA.

I've managed to commence Day 2 of laziness. All I did today was drop the Brat off at summer school and listen to music. Oh. And my little McDonald's excusion was in there somewhere. I think perhaps I'm going to go and see a movie tomorrow. I don't know what one though. Most likely it will be The Chronicles of Riddick . It looks like a decent enough movie.

My Mom has decided to try convince me to go to college. Inwardly,I picture a broken record that's like the Energizer Bunny...it just keeps going, and going, and going, and going.....I don't particularly want to go to college, though its humerous hearing the different things I should go for. They are as follows:

*Web design (never mind that I barely understand basic HTML)
*Writing (Ironically, I failed English class, granted that was more laziness but yeah...)
*Business Education (I've taken every business class at my High School save for one. No thank you)
*Voice Acting (There's a college for that? And no. I'll keep my impressions to myself.)
*Chef/Cooking (Just because I can microwave doesn't mean I know how to, or want to, cook.)

What a varied list. I think I'll just stick with the plan to get a regular job. After all, aiming high requires effort. And besides, contrary to popular belief, my life revolves around my free time, not my work.

In theory anyway.

Note to Self: CAUTION!!! Tv may cause extreme eye irritation due to lack of blinking

Noodles.

They're everywhere.

I am eating noodles.

Praise be to my now apparant lack of hunger.

Alright, that may have pushed the overdramatic, but I was hungry. Hunger can make the insane do ever more insane things than they intended to. Like bolt to the stove in hopes of getting seconds lest someone else nab the last of it before you...

Enough blogging about food though.

Today I managed to do next to nothing. A more impressive feat than it sounds, I assure you. Not that its my job to assure you or anything, but that is besides whatever nonexistant point I wasn't trying to make. Sttrangely enough The Beast (aka my Dad) didn't seem too particularly miffed about it. Well, later on anyway. Got a bit of a reaming out when he found me on computer at 8 a.m. after I got back from driving my sister to summer school (*glares daggers in her direction*) There was a mention of chores that needed to be done, and how I should get my lazy ass in gear, but yet all I did was shuffle up to my room at 9 a.m. and stare at my tv for six hours.

It wasn't till about noon that I realized that my tv wasn't even on.

I seem to have gone on a bit of a Final Fantasy spree again. It was after I was browsing through the Final Fantasy X-2 fics at fanfiction.net when I stumbled across a half decent fic. Now, mind you, there haven't been many good fics in that cateogory as of late since most of the story ideas have been done. That being the case, most of the new stuff sucks (most, not all), so I was rather shocked to come across something unique, yet really good. And so the vicious circle started once again. I had to drag out the game and play it, along with it's predecessor FFX, and get the wallpapers, and read the old fanfics, and listen to the soundtrack.....Ahem. I mean......listen to heavy metal. I uh...don't listen to that game music garbage. *cough* *cough* Honest....

Lala land calls to me.....Dammit, someone locked the door

Another day. Dammit. The workhorse me has risen. Had to take the bratty sister to summer school. ARRRRGHH. Thank you sooooo much for ruining my last summer. I can't tell you how much I want to strangle you with barbed wire. All in good time though. I should be sleeping, but now that I'm up, there's no point in drudging back up to my room. Instead, I'll just post here trying to forget how ungodly early it is. 8:15. That's fucking insane. Not that anything having to do with insanity should suprise me. I'm to a point of thinking that I am insane. Such obbessive morbidity and welcome-to-my-nightmare-while-I-mentally-picture-your-really-painful-death attitude leads me to wonder if my sanity hasn't become a hobo or something. Oh well. I won't really be missing it anyway. Sanity tends to skew things. But insanity, ah...now there's the catalyst for the id. Oh how amused the id must be. It's like being told "Fuck the speedlimit, and go as fast as you damn want." The horror and chaos that would ensue would be incredible. And there I would be, laughing at the proverbial car wreck hoping to catch a glimpse of a mangled coprse. Of course, I think my morbid mind is getting the better of me. Meh.

I hate cereal, and yet I'm eating it. How strange. Oh what a sugary web I weave. Not literally of course. That would take effort, of which I am already expending on existing. Oh lovely. I just recieved an email from my Mom. Pray tell what could it be? A long, heartfelt sob story about how much she's done wrong? A quick note telling me of how much she appreciates my hard work? The verdict is....................a list of chores, followed by plans for more chores next week. You'll have to excuse me if I don't seem particularly enthusastic. Maybe in another decade when we all die in some nuclear explosion....

I'm Not Really Here...You Just Think I Am

Note From the Future: If you've just stumbled across my blog, I advise skipping ahead a year or two (at least) in posts. If that doesn't suit your morbid curiosity, then let me fairly warn you that what follows is a lot of bitter "I hate my life" monologues. Blame high school and growing up goth.


I have come to the conclusion that everything is quite frankly, pointless. Okay, so it's not like I just had this massive ephipany a few moments ago. But it's been on my mind all fucking day. I was thinking this as I drudged through my work AGAIN wondering if I'll ever catch a break. A well resounding no boomed in my head. It would be nice if I was worth something besides the work I get done. What a pity. Heh. How I love that saying "Life's a bitch and then you die". Not that death will make things any better though. Either I'm gonna be burning for an eternity, or I'm going to be utterly nonexistent. Gee, how exciting.

Not that life is all that much better. But I think I covered that in my little "pointless" rant. Heh. That could be taken in two contexts but whatever. Bloody hell. Everyone else should just die and leave me alone. THAT would be bliss.