I hate them.


Me: Oh, look, a mature content filter, lmao.
Filter: click display, you idiot. >D You know you want to!!
Me: yes, I know I want to!!!
-Click-
Me: OH GAWD, OH GAWD! GAWWWWDDD! WHY? -eyes bleeding- The yaoi! IT'S TOO HOT! DAMN YOU MATURE CONTENT FILTER, DDAMN YYYYYOUU!
-Looks at favorite button-
Me: Oh gawd... -click- Damnit... &heart;

They beckon to me! I'M SORRY HISTORY IF YOU'RE FILLED WITH YAOI??! IT'S NOT MY FAULT... D: It teases, that gawd awful mature content filter... iT MAKES YOU WANT TO LOOK!

My current routine:
Wake Up. School. Get home. Pet the dog. Get on the computer. Check DA. Talk to Benny. Do something. Write a fanfiction. Go to bed. :]

Life is simple, aye?

I had a saying yesterday that I wanted to put on Deviant Art for my signature, but I forget what it was and that makes me sad...

I feel real sad, and I can lie to you, and I can tell you a lot of things, but when I say something isn't, it JUST ISN'T! I HATE it when you PRY into my emotions without a care or REGARD to how I feel! You can just stand up high on that damned pedestal while I fall and hit the dirty floor beneath our marble slabs of concrete feelings, and you simply brush me off with one word! Well, I listen to you all the time complain about people and how they "mistreat you" and, yeah, you're right, they do mistreat you! But, just like them, you grab a scalpel and just cut open my heart and let those secrets I want to keep deep inside myself tucked away from the light just slip out and slide to the edges of this damned Earth so everyone knows! Can't you just stop! I wish... sometimes... that maybe I didn't HELP you! Maybe I shouldn't have! I don't fucking know!! Maybe I should just fall of the edge of this planet hell, and maybe you'd stop pestering me about EVERY LITTLE SECRET I WANT FOR MYSELF! Maybe I should, but I don't want OTHER people to worry about me, those who don't pry into MY OR BETTER YET, OTHER PEOPLE'S FEELINGS! Complain, complain, complain! That's all you DO! But, no! I HOLD MYSELF BACK FOR THAT! I don't complain BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO HURT OTHER PEOPLE! But I HATE IT!

JUST! BACK! OFF!

[Frostbyte, if you didn't know, is my laptop's name.]
[Yes, he has a name.]
[Yes, he has a gender.]

My AIM is being dumb, so I can't sign on, so you can just e-mail me if you want my phone number if you don't have it already. :] (e-mail: evenglory@verizon.net or my Gaia: Esaka-chan)

Frostbyte doesn't have a scanner to attach, so I can't typically scan any of my latest works because neither I have a scanner for Frosbyte, get on the HOME computer (brotherly hogs of mutant cockroaches from the North Pole that I am *air quote* "blood-related" *end air quote* to) are hogging it, NOR can I hook the scanner up to Frostbyte, he says he doesn't like it - it plugs in the back.

Oh, and Sam is still here. :] He's giving me the pouty look because I denied him chocolate because he had too much already and Dean cme back - he's running around like a maniac chasing after my dog. <33 Too cyute.

I only like one thing about spring, which is pretty dumb at that fact. I only like it for the Sakura Festival up in Washington, D.C. Which, by the way is totally fun if you dress up like ninjas and climb the biggest sakura tree and then jump out at anybody who walks by unsuspecting.

ANYWAY, I do hate a lot about Spring. For example, the damned PROM.
Prom is so useless, like homecoming, just another excuse for jocks and preps to take over reign on my head once more... anti-whatever-this-is-kind-of-thing, ja?

The other week, I was waiting in line at Rita's (AN ICE CREAM PLACE, FOR PETE'S SAKE!) and all the people in front of me had their prom dresses on. I hit my head against the wall SO many times, I saw Sam chasing Dean around my head (in Cake-Is-Lie/Kayla-and-Charlie's style, it was very funny) with very preverted look in his eyes and a bottle of gatorade, which somehow turned out to be vanilla pudding. Then, Dean exploded because he doesn't like pudding. I mean, pudding, come on. PUDDING! Anyway, the hallucintion went on for hours. I mean, it never like, really, never stopped. In fact, Sam's standing in my kitchen. He just lit that pan on fire.

Crap... (I hope I have a fire extinguisher)