Wellll the NyQuil was a bad idea.

I had nightmares and drunken visions all night, I kept waking up. It was awful. Plus, I got sicker than before. My dad woke me up and sat there talking to me for about half an hour, trying to get me to focus. It worked, but my head still feels like it weight a thousand pounds.

I have a DI meeting today.

And after that I'm coming home, I'm going to do whatever the HELL I feel like doing.

Whee.

Catching up on sleep, probably.

Shit.

Gonna drink some NyQuil and go to bed. God this shit is nasty.

Gnite.

A few things...

Has anyone noticed (especially those of us in foreign language that watch such films profusely) that Disney films still haven't lost their captivity since when we were kids? I just noticed today, we were watching Beauty and the Beast in French today, and even though we couldn't understand a fuckin' thing, I noticed how drawn in I was, and then, when looking around, noticed that everyone was mute with mouths opened. Disney is wayyyyyy too good at what they do.

The Greek language is awesome. I used to know how to say the alphabet in Greek...now I can't. I know a few words now...eu=good, thanatos=death (thus, euthanasia), khronos=time, me servaso=something close to "sincerely"...it's a great language. Plus the fact that even though people take Latin, it's Greek mythology that gets studied.

And another Valentine's is gone. What a commercial ass holiday. Not that I'd be bitter for crying at home and watching Lifetime, I just hate to see these little sods going out and spending a thousand bucks on each other, only proving that no one is secure in their relationships. Keeping it sentimental with mentality just isn't the way to go anymore. It's more about the image, of course, everyone's succumbed to it, just about. People sicken me.

Die France. I'm REALLY getting sick of French. Fucking language.

Anybody know what "bok choy" means? It's some kind of Chinese cabbage. Just curious.

And all for now.

Oh, and before I forget...

Leigh Anne tells me that Kevin (yes, the faggot one) tried to send me a Valentine...gay bastard. AUGH. And if it wasn't for her hating him right now, I could be holding a nice lil' red heart with mindless gay profanities upon it, myself braindead and bleeding upon the floor, a crunch-ed and broken mess of a human. HAHA YES, IT WAS RIPPED TO SHREDS. Thankyouthankyouthankyou Leigh Anne.

Why can't the faggots leave me alone?

And just what side of the tree is this guy climbing down anyway?

Whatever.

Today is going to suck, but that's ok because I'm in a good mood.

No sleep, for one. Another, I have a test in Euro today, and I didn't do any of the homework. But that's ok. I listened to the Sacred Song with Kenzie a few times, then I talked to Leigh Anne, and Alex got in there eventually, and we listened to some Metallica (The Call of...well...you know), then I went to sleep (on the phone of course), woke up this morning, felt really sick, went to my grandma's, forgot to take vitamin C, but I did have these chocolate Ritz crackers that were awesome.

Last night I played My Solution about five times, trying to get it perfect and sing along with it. Why, because we're going for the talent show, and yes, we have a prospective bassist now...Alex wants me to play lead but I'm sure we could find a lead guitarist sooner than the day, which is early March. We have some time. For now though, we have to get some practice, haven't had a session since forever.

I nailed Solution by the way. It sounds soooooooo cool, I got some new distortion and a new way of singing the last choruses. Now if Alex can exactly replicate the recorded version when we rerecord/play it live, it's going to be the greatest song ever...plus a new song in place of the second song, Deadgone, this one's prototype name is Rage, since Deadgone didn't really have much substance, and Rage is completely finished. I wrote most of it in 7th grade for a project, and now I've finished it and embellished on it. Nice catchy screaming now. And I got the lyrics done to All Fall Down.

This is gonna be the weirdest album ever.

If ever.

I don't have a phone at my dad's anymore by the way, dumb bastard cancelled it to "get his debts under control", so I've got my cellphone...if anybody needs me I'll be there.

And here I am typing and I need to go do Euro.

What a fuckup I art.

Last night was so weird.

I was on the phone, then I fell asleep. I woke up at about 3 and felt really weird...I figured it out though, where's the phone? So I sat up and looked at the bottom of the bed, and there they were, hung up of course, but also perfectly organized, like...straightened and stuff, right next to each other. How do I know it wasn't someone else? My door was locked. How do I know that someone didn't get in? My mother felt like shit yesterday, she was out at about 7:30, and my sister doesn't know where the key is. It was quite bewildering.

I also had a practical application for the "é" today, we were making a program for Les Miserables that's going on at the school, and we had to type the name "Thénardier". She was trying to teach us menus and all the people in my row (the geeky tech people and me) were yelling "ALT 130!" for about five minutes until they shot us with tranqs. Ok, not really. But the whole row was bugging out while she ignored them through the menu tutorial.

I was going to send a Valentine heart at school today to Ben through Brooks, but I didn't have the balls to go up there and do it. Alex had a few quarters, we were going to send one for Steven from me (Leigh Anne...are you sure about the whole "bad influences" thing?), again, no balls. And one from Kevin Smith to Stephen Jones, just to scare the poor bastard. But, no funds/nuts. Plus, they wouldn'tve let us anyway, I don't think.

And it's the end of the week, and a long weekend. Saturday's gonna suck though, a bunch of people are coming over to clean up my dad's house once and for all. Which means I'm gonna have to do something. Augh. I dunwanna. But hey, I have Monday to compensate.

Friday's gonna be a busy day, too.

Could it be...life has become...interesting, I dare say?

No way.

Fourth period is gay.

Surprise.

Heheh, YES it feels better ANUS.

So now, perhaps I should like...lay out what I do on this site most of the time. If I'm not just talking about random stuff, I'm whining about something, read some of these posts, they got me in BIG trouble. Heh, well, I wasn't expecting to get caught. O well.........the past is the past.

Well, now ye canst say what you wanted to Rosie, and all these people that read it, I'm not exactly sure how many, but I know a remote few. So that's about it. I pretty much use this to vent angst and post songs and kill a few minutes every once in a while, it's fun fun fun.

Sleep time. Well not really. Ok, I go up to my room every night and start reading and then I get tired...I don't mean to fall asleep when I close my eyes and put a pillow over my head, I just mean to sit there and think or something...but I end up falling asleep and missing certain persons' phone calls four times in a row. Not that there was a specific case as such...although there was, like, yesterday.

And um...let me think. If I ever say anything about the "dark marks" post, it's about one day when I was really depressed and made my first dark post on my old BLog that got deleted, about stuff that's happened that I overlooked at the time and was starting to see again, i.e. the effects on me from my parents getting divorced, ect. Then there was the weird Thanksgiving posts that were all happy cuz things starting working out, then there was the time around Christmas where I was getting depressed again, then the "letter" which you read, then the "is anything good" post, then Poor Bastard, the CD made up of songs that deal with me and this website...that's about it, the biggest histoires.

And every once in a while after a few short posts I make a HUGE one like this, although it's never explaining anything like this, it's just me being a lonely old faggot (props to Kenzie for that one). "I want to die because (long list)", you get the idea. It's a great, bright, cheery place.

Eat my heart out?

That's all...oh yeah, and I end every post with a short word or phrase. It's tradition.

Sweet.

So, josh, does your eye feel better yet? I hope not, you morose motherfucker! ha. eat your heart out!

Gotta be quick.

I got popped in the eye by Brittany today, it still feels like it's sunken in the back of my skull.

My hair is really weird, too...for some reason it got ULTRA long all of a sudden. Well, to me, anyway. It's everywhere and out of control. I have chronic hair stickage uppage disease (CHSU for short, say), it makes life hell with long hair.

Anyone notice that Black History Month is the one with the least amount of days? It's like saying "Ok, have a month and shut the fuck up," Heh, so what if it's prejudicial, there's no limited White History Month. I can bitch all I want at that blatant act of racism.

I'm not going to have a computer at home for a few weeks, so be not expecting any updates any time soon until fourth. Even these are gonna be short, because I'm really not as interested anymore, and I don't have much time, we actually do things in here, versus Mrs. Mallard's class, where we did JACK SHIT.

Lonely old Badvision, once we knew you so well.

Fare ye well.

Augh, I'm tired.

And that is all.