Mla things and blah

Dude, the MLA is a bunch of assholes. YEAH SUCK ON THAT MRS. MAILLETT! I USED A LINKING VERB. And I am also angry at myself. I feel like I may have ignored someone I care about by ONLY talking about myself. And I did notice when she was sad. I did. I guess it's because I wasn't like HEY I NOTICE YOU. I never ask "How are you" unless I absolutely totally mean it. But anyway, I found another way to make a situation unrelated to me about me. Joy. Natalie said that maybe people don't share their problems with me because mine are bad and they feel awkward. GREAT.
I'm such a fucking drama queen. And pretty much everybody's problems are of equal or greater badness in comparison to mine. I have a house, food, I go to a great school. I CREATED my own problem. It IS my fault. I made it all up. I swear. And the result is I ignored my friends and the fact that one in particular whom I love is hurting and sad and I was too busy dealing with the problem I CREATED. Grrr I hate myself.

I was too late to listen. GAH WHY DO I KEEP THINKING OF ONLY MYSELF.

Today I snhuffled Patty as we watched an extremely poorly made PBS documentary.
All in all, the Remeron is all right. It makes me hungry. It has only been a week so I can't expect it to be working. I wish it would. I'm not really sure I can last until it kicks in.

and oh yeah
STOP TELLING ME I'M FUCKING TIRED
I'm so sick of people saying, "You look awful", "You look tired"
It's like THANKS BITCH, I THOUGHT I LOOKED FINE TODAY.

Note to Marissa again

DARN MY COMPUTER NOT ALLOWING ME TO COMMENT
And yes, it is normal. There is a difference between wanting to committ suicide and thinking about it (hehe you probs knew that but this is where I will go off in a tangent with my random knowledge about human brain chemistry because I can)
If you have thought about it and are worried about what it would do to your mom or whatever, you will never do it. Ever. Suicide is a decision made completely for oneself, and thus is every bit selfish. Of course it's NORMAL to ponder death.
But if you ever:
-Lose any desire to do anything
-Start overeating or undereating and losing weight (yeah...)
-Always get sick (depression makes you immuno suppressed)
-Lose sleep (yeah...me again) or sleep excessively
-Lose ability to concentrate
-Racing thoughts
-Cry more than once a week
-Lose weight


In conjunction with your musings of suicide, I have news for you : YOU ARE OF THE POOJA ILK. But I know you are not that way.
But to spare being a drama queen, there are always those periods of time where I have SO much energy and it's sort of awesome.

(end of section where I brag/bitch about my knowledge of serotonin and dopamine)

ANYWAY
I had no idea it was possible for me to HATE life so much. Sometimes, I think it would be easier to live in my dreams. But I guess I have to find one freaking thing to cling on too and that's my friends.

As I read over that, I seem REALLY emo. I mean it's not like I have cancer or herpes (btw, Schmadam's ex girlfriend Marcella has HERPES. Like LEGITIMATELY.I KID YOU NOT)
I find that INSANELY AMUSING. In a cruel, twisted, sadistic manner.

Obnoxious

There is a baby crying. It needs to fucking stop. He is far too old for colick, he is not hungry, nobody yelled at him, he does not need a diaper change. So he needs TO STOP.

Today, I was internally power fisting when Cheung called Schmadam out for his retarded amount of physical contact. He was filled with much anger. He needs to get over it.

People=designed to be frustrating

There are about 10 people I know that do not infuriate me. Make that nine actually...

Romeo and Juliet = worst play to ever pick ever

Schmadam Schmonner= Fail McFailpants.

(and criminally unattractive)

Schmal Schmarks (Does that work???)= Angering McIinfuriatepants

Me= Fail.

Christian Bale= Win.

DEUS EX MACHINA.

That was highly relevant. I ate a grapfruit today. I also went on a escapade. To the marmalade forest. Where I sat in the cave and ate bubble gum pie. Yum. I have decided I really like Amy Tan as an author. Tetrafuckingwin.

Lincoln by Gore Vidal : AAKJSFHJDHFJAFHJASDHGLKLSAGKA

Kayyyyyyyyy. Bye.