Expect a most agreeable letter, for not being overburdened with subject (having nothing at all to say), there shall be no
check to my genius from beginning to end.
--Jane Austen
how should another know your mind?
And there was a beautiful view
But nobody could see.
Cause everybody on the island
Was saying: Look at me! Look at me!
--Laurie Anderson
will he discern what quickens you?
Thursday, May 28, 2009 @ 6:34 AM
my dad is a control freak. seriously. i think i mugged my butt off already. i mean, my sister was behaving as though she would never have exams ever again, and she WATCHED IT ALREADY. so WHY CAN'T I WATCH IT?
and the fuhreaking old man refuses to give a reason. what a squarehead. a stodgy, inflexible, hardened tofu cube. oh, and pretty stout around the girdle too. too much wine in headier days. whatever. seriously.
"I'LL TAKE AWAY THE BATTERY AND THE CHARGER IF YOU WATCH YOUR SHOW." i mean, like, wtfish. freak man. get out of it already. MY TESTS ARE OVER. and omg, i think i deserve a break. it's not like i won't find entertainment elsewhere anyway. so why can't i have the form that entertains me the most?
then what shit. "I SAY CANNOT MEANS CANNOT. AM I OBLIGED TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT?" oh heck. you very well fuhfreaking ARE. get over it already, stupid old coot. then what the heck do you want me to watch? Hamlet? give me a break man.
heck with him. ohyeah. he just called me a spoilt brat. so maybe i am. and who gives a shit. seriously.