I’m Going To Drop Out Of College And Live In My Car

I’ve decided that I hate school and would be much better off dropping out and moving into my car. Getting a job is for suckers and paying rent is for squares. My car has air conditioning and is pretty spacious, and I don’t have too many belongings as it is. I could totally sleep in the back seat and store my clothes in the trunk. All I’d have to worry about is gas and finding a safe place to park over night. No big deal, and the doors do have locks! This is the best plan I’ve ever come up with!!

I mean, I COULD stay in school and do work and stuff, but that’s a lot of effort and frankly, a huge time suck. I have a car and a McDonald’s parking lot just waiting for me! Who needs college when you have a GED and used Sedan? Not I!!

There isn’t anything I can learn in school that I couldn’t learn on the streets, and if there is, I probably don’t need to know it considering I’ll be living on the streets. I have seventeen whole years of knowledge crammed into this head, that’s more than enough to get me by. I might even become a drug dealer…the possibilities are endless! I mean, I don’t know jack about drugs but is college gonna teach me that?! If anything, school is limiting my career options.

And on a serious note, I absolutely despise school but am going to stick it out for the long hall for the reasons I stated in my previous post (that being the fact that tuition is non-refundable and I already dumped a good $800 into it). I hate it with every fiber of my being and the work I have to do is so stupid I could cry, but I intend to get my damn money’s worth because…well, because it’s not my money and I’d feel bad forever if I threw it down the drain. So college, here I come and here I stay! Kill me now…

It’s only like two more months anyhow. Then I get to move on to the exciting chapter of finding a job! Oh, goody!!! On second thought, I love college and wish it would last forever. Beats getting a stupid job and actually like, working for a living…

What do you think the odds of my parents letting me move back in and supporting me for the rest of my life are? …Right…so college it is…

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You Catch More Dumbasses With Stupidity Than You Do Intelligence

I wrote about another stupid phrase that I absolutely loathe a while back, but since I’m just so full of hate and rage and boiling putrid anger, I’ve decided to write another blog about another phrase I hate because…fuck you, because I can. 

Every time that I happen to have a different opinion or say something that isn’t particularly nice, my mother likes to remind me that “you catch more flies with honey than you do vinegar”, or in laymen’s terms, “if you keep your mouth shut, never say anything that isn’t necessarily the most popular opinion, and just generally go along with the crowd having no real personality or thoughts of your own, you might just happen to acquire a few fake, fair-weather friends that could give a shit for you”. 

I’m not sure what the actual point of the phrase was when it was first uttered but I can almost guarantee that it was something dumb. I can’t see when this would ever be helpful, save the times you’re trying to beat someone down enough to conform and/or to break their spirit (or if you’re like, trying to avoid going to jail or something). Telling someone to be nice or hold back their opinion just for the sake of sparing others’ feelings isn’t just wrong, it’s stupid! 

First of all, look at the people you’re trying to impress. Unless they’re like, a fucking terrorist or some crazy guy who’s gonna shoot you in the head, their opinions of you are pretty much meaningless. If your mom thinks you suck, then that’s her problem and fuck her. Your teacher isn’t your biggest fan? Yeah, no one fucking is. You have to be your own biggest fan. Dad isn’t proud of you? Boo fucking hoo for him, dad can get fucked. Nobody’s words hold any weight unless you let them. Mom and Dad and Mrs. Teacher Fuck Face don’t have to have any bearing on you or your life (but if they have a gun and are gonna, ya know, shoot you in the head or something, then you might want to give those flies some damn honey or else you’re gonna be shot in the motherfucking head). 

My point is, unless the people you’re going to be around are supportive and caring, unless they truly love you and have your best interests at heart, fuck them. They’re not worth your time, and they’re certainly not worth your honey. People who are assholes that want nothing more but to hurt and betray you, they get the vinegar. Fuck them right in the ass with that shit. 

People get all you; the good and the bad. And if they can’t handle your vinegar then they don’t deserve your honey. It’s another kindergarten concept that seems to go blank with most people. Dumbasses. 

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UPDATES: If you read my last blog and actually give a shit, my friend’s dad is still in a medically induced coma at the hospital but we’ve been told he could wake up at any minute. Tonight my brother and I went in and played a bunch of Rush songs (his favorite band), and he actually started moving his feet a little. Things are looking up, I just hope it stays that way. I really hate hospitals even more now…

ALSO: next month is June, which means I’ll be starting my 30 Bands In 30 Days posts so be on the look out for those!! 

Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

The girl you just called fat? She needs to stop eating McDonald’s and lose some damn weight.

The boy you just called stupid? He’s a fucking dumbass who needs to get his shit together ad read a fucking book for once.

The girl you just called ugly? Looks like a fucking horse. Kill it with fire.

The boy you just tripped? Will probably look better now that his face has been rearranged by the fucking floor.

Repost this if you’re tired of pretentious fucks acting like they give a shit about anybody but themselves to the point where they have to make up retarded crap and dictate to others what they should post online. Everyone who’s ever posted something like this should get shot in face.

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Things I Hate at This Moment:

About my neighbors/neighborhood:

•The sidewalks were not put in for decoration. They were installed so you can keep your motherfucking self out of the fucking road because, NEWSFLASH, that’s where I’m trying to fucking drive. I don’t want to have to worry about hitting your stupid ass because you’re too good to use the damn sidewalk and prefer to walk in the streets instead. MOVE BITCH, OUT THE WAY.

•As said above, the streets are for driving. You know what that fucking concrete slab is in front of your house? Yeah, it’s called a driveway and it’s where you’re supposed to park that piece of shit you call a car. The road ain’t that fucking big as it is, so I’ll be damned if I have to go out of my way to avoid hitting you and your motherfucking property. I got insurance bitch, come at me!

•I know I’ve complained about this d-bag before, but goddamnit. Anyone who wakes up at the ass-crack of dawn on a Saturday to cut their grass needs to be capped in the head. Look here, motherfucker: I get two days off a week. Every other day I’m up before the fucking sun, and I’d appreciate if you’d respect me and shut the hell up. I hope your fucking lawn dies.

•My mailbox is too far away. God forbid we spend a couple extra bucks so I don’t have to walk a block just get more fucking bills , but no; you want your shitty coupons for your local grocery store and your ass is taking a hike down the road.

Traffic/People driving in general:

•I hate people who can’t drive, which unforunately, is everyone in Texas. The people here need to be run over because they’re just that fucking stupid. It doesn’t take a goddamn rocket scientist to figure out how to use your fucking blinker, as they weren’t just installed for the entertainment of the manufacurer.

•Why do stop lights have to take a motherfucking millennium to change? Even if there’s two cars on the road at some unholy hour of the night, both going the same direction, you best be prepared to sit at each red-light for at least an hour, and so help you God if a train goes by, because then you might as well cancel all meetings for the day and just pack your shit and go home.

•People who blast their music from car stereos (especially at stop lights) need to drown in a lake of sulfuric acid and have their remains snorted by a $9 an hour hooker working in the Bronx. I’m trying to fucking drive, not have the shit kicked out of me by your cheap basslines courtesy of some untalented asshole that makes too much goddamn money as it is.

Day of Silence: Take Two

I know I posted about this last year, but honestly, it just pisses me off.

BEING SILENT WILL HELP NOTHING.

You have a voice; use it. What good will not talking do? There are things in this world like bullying and abuse, etc and they need to be addressed. Not by staying silent, but by speaking up about it.

I have problems too. Will they ever be solved if I just keep my mouth shut? No. Same thing applies for everyone else.

I’m sick of these ignorant, holier-than-thou A-holes walking around like “oh, I’m such a good person. I spent an entire day doing nothing, pretending to care about some cause that I most likely don’t give two shits about. I’m so cool and righteous”.

Guess how many people you’ve helped today? None. You’ve helped piss me off, that’s for sure. I fucking hate all of you. You’re arrogant and the only reason you’re doing this is to feel better about yourselves.

I’m gonna go donate money to Japan now. They’re still in desperate need, but you wouldn’t know anything about that talking to these Day of Silence dipshits.

Let me know when you actually decide to give a damn and start doing something productive instead sitting on your ass and wasting everybody’s life and time.

Kthnxbai.

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Young & Hopeless

So long story short, my family and I all had this huge fight today and now none of us are on speaking terms yet again.

Honestly, I wish my mother could just utter the words “I don’t love you” and get this whole charade over with. I know she’s resented me since I was 11 years old, and this whole routine of pretending she cares is so fucking overrated already. The only reason I even live here anymore is because she has nowhere else to send me. She wants to look like some type of “heroine” all the time, when really everyone can see behind the stagnant act: You don’t like me, you don’t want me here, you’re done being a mother.

I would be fine if she came out right now and said, “Here’s the deal: you’re moving out because I can’t stand you anymore; pack your shit and get the fuck out”. But will she? Of course not. Nope, she has to keep up the gimmick that she’s such a terrific parent and that all our lives would just be doomed without her.

She’s just such a fucking hypocrite. She blatantly tells me that I’m the cause of all her problems and that the family would be better off without me here, then has the audacity to say that she wants our “relationship” to “improve”. What the hell?!

You don’t want a relationship. You want me to clean your house, watch your kid, then go shut myself up in a box until you need me again. In your eyes, I’m not a person. You can’t have a relationship with me because you can’t acknowledge the fact that I’m a human being. You say you want things to change, but how are they supposed to if you just stay the same?

Why do you keep me in your life if I’m the cause of so much pain? Why do you want me here? And furthermore, why I do want myself to be here? Let’s not pretend that somebody would miss me if I was gone…

I feel dead to the world. I have nothing to show for the 16 years I’ve walked this planet; I honestly have no future expectations that seem reasonable; I have nothing. Why the hell do I do this to myself? Why am I waking up every day just to deal with all this shit?

It’s not fair. I grew up too fast and no one gives a shit. Why the fuck do I even try anymore?

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Stay Together For The Kids

Another bitter rant about hating children. Enjoy:

So I overheard my little brother’s TV today just as it had gone to commercial for Kellog’s new, “fiber fun” cereal. Their slogan was literally “Kellog’s: Making fiber fun!”. It actually should be “Kellog’s: Lying to your kids because you’re too much of a pansy asshat to grow a spine and actually being a parent!”.

I’m so fucking sick of all this shit being made “fun”. Eating shouldn’t be fun, it’s eating. You don’t want to eat, you spoiled little brat?! Fucking starve then. Like brushing your teeth nowadays. They got all this “fun” toothpaste and wacky cool hip toothbrushes, and for what?! So your stupid little shit of a kid doesn’t complain about having to do a necessary part of everyday life. It’s bullshit.

When I was younger, I brushed my teeth so they wouldn’t rot the fuck out of my head. I washed my hair so I didn’t smell like shit. I did these things, not because they were so super exciting, but because they needed to be done. Even now, I don’t do laundry so I can go buy crazy soap and make a game out of it. I do it because I like my clothes to be clean. End of the fucking story.

You can’t even fathom how much these kids piss me off sometimes. They expect everything to be entertaining, so much so that they refuse to do simple tasks because they’re “boring” and not thrilling enough. It’d be different if these things didnt need to be done for survival’s sake, but considering some of these little fuckers can’t even stand the thought of taking a piss without the toilet water being fucking purple and poka-dotty, it’s infuriating.

I can’t wait for the future. I can’t wait for all these demanding little assholes to grow up and you can all look at this post and see exactly where it all started to go to hell in a handbasket. And who can you blame?! None other than yourself for being such a spineless bag of dicks and raising your little fuck of a kid to be nothing more than another greedy, spoiled little asshole clone of yourself.

Motherfucker, do I hate you all.

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Crazy He Calls Me

I’m so sick of my school being so goddamn petty about everything. I’ve been in this God-forsaken hell-hole about a month now and they’re already trying to charge me with truancy just for being late! And it’s not like I’m ditching half the class late, it’s more like I walk in the classroom two seconds after the damn bells rings and I get lectured at for an hour.

I wonder if they treat the kids who go out back and smoke the same as they treat me? I mean, fucking Christ. I’m not selling pot to fucking toddlers, I’m rushing from one end of the campus, down the stairs, to the other side of the campus, then up another flight of stairs. Not to mention the two billion people and their grandmas always getting in the way. Is it me, or did people somehow forget how to properly walk? Left foot, right foot…

They actually wanted me to stay after school for two hours and do pointless work just because I choose not to sprint across the building like all the “good kids”. Fucking screw you.

The douche bag principal actually forced me into signing their good-for-nothing detention order, then told me I couldn’t sleep, listen to my iPod, or even eat after school. Then when I mentioned starving to death, he just said “oh, well! Eat before you come!”. Oh, right, I’ll just eat in my last class…No, wait, I can’t! NO FOOD IN THE CLASSROOM – RULE SEVEN IN THE STUDENT HANDBOOK! And why do I know this?! Oh, right. It’s because I got in trouble for that petty rule as well!

I’m fucking nauseous. This fuck-up known as the grand ol’ school system is disgusting. Depriving kids of their freedom, their individuality, food! It’s sick.

I can’t believe I have to sell my soul to them for another three years. No one knows, absolutely no one knows, how miserable I am every single day I’m there. I don’t understand why this is so uncommon for people. Almost like others enjoy getting raped of their lives day upon day.

I hate that everyone thinks that I’m just some crazy lunatic who’s gone ’round the bend because I don’t just let people take my basic freedoms without a fight…and even then I don’t sacrifice myself.

Yes, I may be bitter and filled with hatred, but is there really any other way to go about it?! You either let people walk all over you or get pissed and kicks someone’s ass. I chose to do the latter so it automatically makes me a horrible person.

I hate it more than anything whenever I try to tell someone about the awful things that go on behind those doors and I’m told “well, in the real world…”. NO. Listen here, bitch, I live in the fucking real world. The world where people are train wrecks who don’t do half the shit you say they do. And what the hell?! If I’m not living in this supposed “real world”, where have I been for the past umpteen years?! The fake world?!

People in this society aren’t always on time. Actually, let me re-phrase that: very rarely will you ever meet someone who is completely punctual a majority of the time. And if you’re one of those people, congratu-fucking-lations! I’m not, so get over it.

Goddamn it, I’ve really got to calm down now. This whole rancid discussion always gets me so worked up. I just hate this entire situation. There is nothing in my power that I can do; I’m helpless. I’m running out of hope, I guess I just need to breathe for a while.

Au revoir,

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Broken Pieces

I’m sorry (not really), but I need to go into rant mode:

This certain teacher of mine (we’ll call him Mr. Douche Bag) is being a petty little bitch. I’m three seconds late to his class and he has to start PMS-ing like I’d just slapped him. I mean, really?!

Perhaps it’d be different if I didn’t have to cross the entire campus with everyone and their grandma stuffed into your fucking tiny ass hallways, but noooo. That doesn’t make a difference because I’m Mr. Douche Bag and you were threeee whoooollllleeee seconds late! Holy God, call the police!

I’m so sick of all this shit. I’ve been there less than three weeks and I’m already being persecuted to the fullest degree. Have I learned anything? No. I’ve only been (yet again) reassured that people are still the same asinine, little fucking rapists that they were the year before.

First off, I don’t give two shits about your fucking class. It’s boring as sin and the only way I’ll ever incorporate it into my life is if I needed a reason to kill myself.

Second, I could think of soooo many things that would be five million times better than listening to this ass spew out a bunch of garbage numbers. He’s so brilliant that he even invented a fancy way to add numbers called “dimensional analysis”. It was probably thought of when he was trying to analyze his personality to determine the dimensions of his asshole-etry and he just happened to stumble on a new way to express his bigotry to his students.

God, I hate going to school. I keep telling myself it’s just a couple more years, but then there’s always that voice going off in my head screaming ANOTHER YEAR! ANOTHER YEAR HERE, STUCK WITH ALL THESE MORONS! GET OUT! SAVE YOURSELF! GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT! And you know, that voice usually cancels out that little peasant sounding one in the back. I can’t be here for another year. Hell, I’m about to lose it in three weeks!

This is why I’m so hoping my album does well. Release an album, get famous, make lots of money, have successful career, no more school! This translates to you as buy my album = help me get out of school. It’s simple really.

Speaking of albumness and whatnot, Weezer’s “Hurley” came out today. Haven’t heard it yet, but Weezer’s never been one to disappoint. And Hot Topic said something about having a sale on it or something? I don’t know; it was on Facebook…

Anywho, I’m gonna go update the do-my-homework blog. If you finish my HW and get me at least an 80, you get $5! See, I don’t have a lousy work ethic, I just know what I don’t want to do. And I also have enough money to make other people do it for me!

And while we’re on the subject of money and what have you, I might be getting a job at my little brother’s pre-school! They’re looking for substitutes and all you have to do is pass a background check and take a few children-oriented classes (thanks, child developement!) and presto, I’m a teacher! It’s so easy; no wonder our school’s filled with morons. ;P

Okay, I’m going now…Have wonderful whatever’s and I’ll return when I feel like it.

§Rainbows & Skeletons§

PS.: Apocalyptica’s Seventh Symphony has been rockin’ my iPod since last Friday. It’s super amazing, I’m especially in love with “Not Strong Enough”, “Through Paris In A Sports Car”, and of course *points at blog title*, “Broken Pieces”. Lacey sounds wonderful in it!

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All These Things I Hate Revolve Around Me

So obviously I’ve been gone for…what? Like a week? Yeah, well, get over it. I didn’t feel like writing, and then when I did, the internet went out. Why you ask? Because Verizon sucks ass. We got a new computer desk and of course as soon as we unplugged the damn modem, POOF! No more internet. We called, but of course their goddamn weekends are just sooo important that they couldn’t “help us” at the moment. Yeah, okay, Verizon. Don’t break a nail or anything. >:|

Right, so what was I on about? Oh, yes: THINGS I HATE!

First of all, if it wasn’t apparent enough in the first paragraph, I’ll say it again. I hate Verizon. They’re lazy and their service sucks. They charge an outrageous amount of money for the simplest of things, and anytime you need the least amount of effort put into their shitty product, too bad for you because their “customer service representatives” are busy. What the hell are they always so damn busy with? It must be just oh-so-hard to blow off customers all day. >.>

Second, I hate children and their poor-ass artwork. And more than that, I hate that stupid pre-school teachers send the brats home with it. “Okay, class, today we’re going to be making more shitty artwork for your family to hold on to forever and ruin their lives with!”

What the hell is that? ^ It’s a damn rock glued to a fucking paper plate! What the hell am I supposed to do with that? Oh, I know! I can bash my head in with it every time I realize that I have to keep it for the rest of my natural born life because it’s “sentimental”. You know what’s sentimental? NOTHING. You’re a douche bag and you hold onto trash because your life is pitiful and worthless.

I hate people. That’s a given. You’re an asshole for even making me write that.

I also hate commercials. Does anyone even buy something because of a commercial anymore? No. You know why? Because no one gives a shit. I especially hate when some douche announcer has to ask some retarded questions too. “Are you suffering from [insert some disease]?” NO! GUESS I DON’T HAVE TO WATCH THE REST OF THE COMMERCIAL! People are such morons. If you’re “suffering” from some crippling disease, you should go to a damn doctor, not some shady TV ad. And maybe if you didn’t sit on your damn couch all day and eat Twinkies and Gatorade, you wouldn’t be sick in the first place. Tip of advice:Get off your lard ass and exercise.

And what’s up with those stupid commercials that have some bags of douche talking about how “great” and “fantastic” their dipshitty product is, but then at the bottom it says that they’re paid actors?! Kind of defeats the damn purpose if we know that they’re lying out their ass for $7 an hour.

The one ad I can’t stand is for KIA. Every time I see it, I have to buy a new TV because by the time the commercial’s over, it’s on fire for some reason. It has some stupid little hoodlum mice that are all gangbanging cars and shit. Like that’s appropriate! Rats are way more intelligent. KIA’s just too fucking stupid to realize.

I really just hate the fact that they’re trying to use that to appeal to people. Honestly, what is it about gangs that makes you idiots so damn attracted to such shitty commercials? KIA’s cars suck ass, and if you didn’t know, gangs do this:

FOR A LIVING.

Now I’m all for the offing of all humans, but when you’re dressed like Justin Beiber while slitting someone’s throat, you kind of look like an asshole. And by kind of I mean you should kill yourself now before the leprechauns do (and if you don’t get that joke, screw off).

To be honest, I don’t even know where I’m going with this whole rant so I guess I’ll just end it here. I just figured I’d bitch and moan about things I hate and then spice it up by swearing a lot (because swearing actually makes you look sophisticated).

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