Hai gaiz. sorry for the rambling. it's sunday and everything is boring on sundays. and i can't shut up.

It's just that was lurking on remusxsirius, looking at old posts and, you know what, the term "puppyshipper" fucking makes me gag.
not only because it's a bit too cutesy for my tastes and for the characters it refers to (wellll i do admit I likes me some MWPP-era fluff, and i'll probably get used to the word through sheer overuse but still), but also because i'm weird and (and all this rant comes from reading my own user info) i hate the word "puppy". it's at the top of my "hated words" list. (yes I have a list. I wrote it down one night at 4 am when i couldn't sleep. I also have one for favorite words. shut up). I don't like how it sounds, I don't even like how it looks. same with the spanish word. Which is even worse. I can't even type it- or even say it out loud D:

I'm not even not a dog person. At all. i don't even like my own dog (well, it's not mine mine. more like the family dog. whatever). and i think puppies are kind of annoying and not really that cute. there was a semi-exception the other day (semi- because it wasn't exactly a dog) on tv, where this guy was teaching a wolf cub to howl. OMG. me = puddle of goo.

also, my friend had her baby. It's (i mean, she's. for some reason i automatically think of babies as "it"s) um. tiny. and very red. and... has lots of hair. i went to visit her and when i got home from the hospital my mom asked me if she (ha, see! i remembered) was cute. my very eloquent and enthusiastic answer: "she's... a baby".

at least she was pretty quiet and only cried for like 10 seconds in the 2 and a half hours i was with my friend. i think i could even be convinced to hold her. Of course, i'll probably hold her like one holds an angry cat, but hey, it's something.

apparently photobukxet.com is a real URL? i stopped it before it could load, but now i want to see what it is (pure curiosity). it's probably just a typosquatting site :/


well look at that. i went from shipping to word-phobia to animals to babies to typos.

to make this entry more interesting, here's a cute gif.



FFFFFUCKKK I HATE SUNDAYS
IS IT CAN BE MONDAYS TIEM NAO PLEES
 
 

I don't like tuesday mornings. I wake up tired and I have an early class (8:30 am) and I almost always late. I almost failed that class last semester because of that (the prof. makes us take tests every class from 8:30 to 9:00, and the doors close at 8:45). This was the second class of the semester, and I had already been late for the first one. Not a good start.

Today I was ready on time (7:55-ish) and happy about it. But, when I got in the car, I wasted 3-4 minutes waiting for my sisters. And when you have a train to catch, you really can't waste any time.

Well. Mom drives me to the station. It's around 8:05 am, so the train must be close. I realize, oops, I forgot my fucking wallet, which had my train pass in it! I had to grab some money and haul ass to the station, hoping to have enough time to buy a temporary pass for today.

I didn't. the train arrived as I was buying the pass. I panic, grab the pass and run like hell. Then I... got stuck in these fucking rotating bar things I have to go through after scanning my pass. After getting out of there, I kept running, but the strap of my fucking bag came loose and my bag fell to the floor.

By the way I screamed you would've though I had broken my leg.

Great! My daily dose of public humilliation. Anyway, I went back and picked my bag up, dropping some money and pencils. I ran up the stairs and got to the boarding platform just as the train was closing its doors. FuckfuckfuckFUCK. SO CLOSE.

Now, see, this here train can be rather... erratic with its arrival times. The next train could take from 3 to 10 mintues to get here. If it takes more than five minutes... well, I'm fucked.

I started getting tears in my eyes out of pure dumb rage and frustration. It's like, no matter how much I try, something always happens that makes me be late for class.

So, I sat down on a bench, sniffling, trying not to look like someone killed my cat. One of the guards came up and brought me the crap I had dropped in my ridiculous-looking mad dash for the train. Aww. So nice of him. Unfortunately I can't remember even looking up at him to thank him.

But wait- the next train is only 3 minutes away! Woohoo! I still had a chance, providing the train moves at a normal speed, which doesn't happen often lately. Now you can understand why I was so worried about the time. New, faster trains my ass.

Everything goes ok, didn't take too long.I reattached the strap to the bag (it has a snap button that apparently doesn't do its job very well) I got out of the train at 8:27 am. I just had to hurry a little and I'd be in class on time!

( But... if it had ended there, I wouldn't be writing this. )

We're moving out in about a month. this makes me sad. Money problems suck. Not that I don't like moving. New house=fun. But... this was *our* house. >:

Also, I officially hate my high school teachers. bunch of bastards. I knew sending my sisters there was a bad idea, that place isn't what it used to be when I was a student there (even if it was already starting to go downhill back then). I'm never setting foot in there again. If I ever bump into my spanish teacher I'm going to kill him! Who the fuck talks shit about two new students he barely knows (my sisters) to a classroom full of strangers, while my sisters are right there, next to him? Calling them "scum" and "useless trash"? WTF man, WTF. You're a grown man, fucking act like one! And then another teacher calls them to his office and tells them that it's a shame that our father "neglects his daughters because he's always travelling so much"? WHAT. Had my father gone there and complained, you would be out looking for a new job!! And then incident after incident after incident, it's like all the teachers turned against them!

At least they out of there now. Their spineless cocksucker of a principal kicked them out. Whatever. Hope your school burns down with all of you in it, asshole.

pisscuntfuckshitcockass.


.........



Ugh, ok. Rant mode off.

... In other news. The painting for my cousin is going well... actually I haven't started with the actual drawing, I had to get the wallpaper off and repaint the wall first. My shoulders hurt.

Also, photos.

( nature'd! )

Not feeling very good.

I'm still sick, I'm sore from all the coughing, ugh.
I'm going back to class tomorrow.
If it were up to me, I wouldn't go back for the rest of the semester, but that's not an option.
At least it's just... two more weeks until I'm done? I don't know. I just want it to end.
I'm failing three of my eight classes. Not good. I mean, other than art history. Frankly, I feel relieved that I decided to ditch it for the time being. I'm not sure if I want to try to save art theory. Too much boring shit to read. :/

Sometimes I think I'm just not good enough to be in art school. I don't have the motivation. I hate most of my classes. But... it's not like I can do anything else.

I told myself I wouldn't start emoing all over my journal, but eh.



Some art. I started practicing with textures and this came out.

ok, so the entry I posted a couple hours ago said I was good, right.

then suddenly

FEVER COMES OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE.


shitshitshit. >:O

I need an "angry" icon.

(copypasted from my journal at y!g because I'm lazy)

This little fanboy is wanking all over my Sheik fanart over at dA.

Really, dude, I got the hint the first time. You don't like yaoi, you don't like male Sheik. Leave a comment and GET THE FUCK OVER IT. Holy whale-humping Jesus, dude, obsession much?

I was just going to ignore it, but it's getting on my nerves. I rarely get any good constructive comments as it is, you can imagine the smile on my face when read that shit. What a waste of my time.

I replied to him telling him to go fuck himself and STFU (with more "polite" words, of course). Hopefully he'll ge the hint.