A SHED OF SELF-PITY

1. I'll respond with something random about you.

2. I'll challenge you to try something.

3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.

4. I'll tell you something I like about you.

5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.

6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.

7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.

8. You're gonna put this on yer jernal if I do it fer you.

Hello, my diabolical post-reading mutants, or my good friends. I have returned from that hellhole which is the Not-Internet, which always pisses me off. So, anyway, let's get crakin' with something.( Word History Funtime! This Week-  )

Which Website are You?

FUCK.


( In other news.. )

So, today was cancer day at our school. Donate, walk, all that. Something cool we got to do was sign the posters on the fence by the volleyball courts. You know, "I'll Miss You", "Get Well Soon", that stuff. My grandfather died of lung cancer, so I had a specific message for him.

So I check out the other posters, and guess what I see? "I like pie" "Matt likes pudding" "Why does Matt like pudding?" "What kind of pudding?" "Is it chocolate?"

I complained to my friend Shayna the entire walk. Ranted, blah, blah. I cannot stand people who think so lowly of things like this.

But the above messages don't anger me.

Guess what I saw on one poster?

"I'm healthy"

Good for you.

We're talking about people who are suffering right now.

So shut the fuck up.

So, my math class is a Standard class. For anyone not enrolled in a California school, Standard classes are generally full of COMPLETE FORKING RETARDS

Anyway, my math teacher is teaching her lesson, and she mentions that her father was in the hospital, courtesy one heart attack. The dumbest asswipe in the fucking class makes HEART ATTACK NOISES.

Ugh. Some people need to die.

On a horrid note, my friend's grandfather died today. She was moping for the entire P.E period, but I found out what had happened from my gym teacher, and she didn't talk to me about it. She later apologized at lunch. She seemed her regular self (really really goofy), but I could tell she was feeling like shit.

Some days just suck.

YEAH I FINALLY FOUND SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT

( SCREW YOU PEOPLE )

I REALIZED I NEVER UPDARTE THIS THING. WHY?

BECAUSE I DON'T REALLY HAVE A LIFE TO TALK ABOUT.

I don't have any idea why I even made this. Hum. Oh yeah! I think it was to comment on other juys' journals. Maybe I'll actually use it sometime, when something interesting happens.

You know, I wouldn't make such a big deal about it, the familes that lost loved ones are just gonna turn on CNN and cry.

But yeah. Moment of silence.

AFTER EFFECTS SUCKS

I WANT FLASH NOW.

I want something to do besides COMPUTER WORK. Plus..I just want school to start.

HURRY THE FUCK UP, school.

But what else is new. Aghlr.

Nothing doing, as usual. I don't even know why I'm posting right now. What the hell am I doing?

I mean, work really sucks. I hate it.

Yet in the long run, it's good for me.

Eh. Don't gots nothin' else to do.

My humor level latley has been at an all time low. I can't be funny for some reason.

Oh well.

I'll bounce back.

And Clock Radio. If you don't have it, get it, because it's good.

I'm tired.

I have been for the last week.

Aren't vacations supposed to help you recover?

Birdhouse'd!

Yeah, just theme'd my LJ around Birdhouse In Your Soul.

It makes me a happy LJ.

Oh, and Bonus Stage RP.

Go.

http://community.livejournal.com/bonus_stage_rp/profile

Yeah, thought I'd start the LJ again. Wooooooo for LJ.

It's a bit more easy to manage than my hosted blog, although my hosted blog looks cooler.

Whatever.

I like LJ better. Don't tell...my blog that.

But I like it better.

Well, Clan rHrN is a fucking retard. Yeah. Just wanted to let you know.

So I looked into the fact that I could be the weirdest person in the school I go to, and basically, all these dickhead popular people tell me I'm a faggot, 'n stuff. But oh well. So yeah, I'm listening to those stupid lessons I learned as a three year old, and not acting like a dickhead. Yeah, I'm a bit pissed right now.

That Jello B....he's being a prick right now. UUUUUUGH.
But we won't get into that.

...MAN! I can't write anything! I'm too pissed!

BLAAAARRRRRRFG.

It's not going to be fun explaining who I am. I mean, most of the people who read this are probably already knowing who I am, or at least, of my existence on earth, or maybe my favorite type of pant. NONE OF THE LESS!
I am Rusty.
I am a person.
Who is a dude.
And yes.
I am homosexual.
NOT!
Just foolin.
Or am I?
Nope, I'm not GHAY.
What?
Huh?
Oh yeah.
Authentic Mexican food is reel greasy. Huh.