You are a maniac killer. It doesn't matter who they are and what they have or haven't done. You still want to kill them. And for a simple reason only; it's fun. Seeing people in pain is like ecstasy. Maybe you have some sort of mental problems or you are this way because of previous deep scars, only you know. But now you are sadistic and maybe you only like to see a special group of people be in pain (e.g. preps). However you are not the most social person in the bunch and people think you are weird. That bothers you somewhat but atleast you can entertain yourself with daydreaming about killing them. After all, they have no idea what's coming.
Main weapon: Explosives and torture equpiment Quote: "Insanity: a perfect rational adjustment to an insane world" - R.D. Lang Facial expression: Wicked smile
emma decides its probably time to get in the car and head to school.
8:17 am
emma pulls out on 290 and starts the trek.
8:20 am
a middle aged mom in a minivan taking her two snot-nosed freshman kids to school decides to pull out in front of emma at the intersection of 290 and scenic brook and bust emmas car up. emma gets hit from behind also, and three more cars become part of the accident, all because this stupid bitch could not wait another three seconds to pull out onto the highway.
emmas airbag deploys, breaking her arm and glasses. she is really pissed and crying, and gets to ride in the ambulance to seton southwest.
not before she saw the lexy.
which is broken, smunched in the front pretty bad, but still running and probably could still drive if the fenders had not been smashed into the tires.
english is kicking my ass all of the sudden now, too.
i don't want to do all that stupid work.
julia's been snipey, and i don't know why.
i think it's kind of ironic that i abhor people who let it all hang out on something as trivial as the el jay but shy away from it in public, and yet here i am, doing just that...so i might as well get on with it.
we are arguing over things that do not matter. i say something, and you automatically roll your eyes and scoff, then proceed to insinuate to me that i'm full of it and my 'callousness' has led to your offense.
don't blame it on physics, because i've already offered to help you and you haven't asked.
don't blame it on being lazy in art, because everyone is, and you have plenty of work to show him next week for whatever you've been doing for the past year.
don't treat my like i'm stupid. i want a real answer. i don't care if it means screaming at eachother for hours- i'm sick of this fake relationship we've got going on now and i want the air cleared. you are too important to me for something this stupid this late in the time that we've known eachother to break apart.
i have a calculus quiz AND TEST i have to make up tomorrow at the ass-crack of dawn.
my car is making weird noises.
my parents keep hounding me about getting into UT...and i don't have the heart to tell them i didn't get my shit together in time and tx state is good enough for right now.
i've missed so much school im thinkin i have probably 50 absences.
i watched 'project runway' last night and jay won with his killer collection.
wende is one cranky bitch.
i want to go buy i heart huckabees because i havent seen it and i want it real bad.
i worked over 60 hours from the day school got out to christmas eve.
i wanted to play around being a dinkus before school got back in. i wanted to chill out, go to movies, go out to eat, ride my horse....in essence, not work. i really don't give a shit about the money.
my manager is a retarded selfish bitch that needs to be squnched by a eighteen-wheeler on mopac and live off of life-support for the rest of her life.
on the bright side...i think i'll be getting a radio in my car soon. after i pay the $800 i owe my parents on all the work we just dumped on it. and i have thursday off this week, so i'll be going to see 'the aviator'.
i hate being a kid who's treated like slave labor.
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