xans | Entries tagged with agression

I originally wrote this piece in my deadjournal. I liked it a lot. Now I've made it better.

( The need to hunt )

Fin.

Edit: 12/09/2005 New and improved version of In the Night.

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: because I rock

LJ I hate you tonight.

Fin.

Current Mood: pissed off

( Split-black ribbon says: I'm going to have fun )

She and I are in the same room. Two diff computers. Whaterbr. It's crazy. It's funny. I now have more pics than I know what to do with. And stuff. Celien has left good news (for me) on her lj so I <3 YOU CEL! And Rhi's clock on this come is so off. But amusingly so. And now I'm going to go before I scare anyone.
**EDIT** Okay, so, Rhi, Matt and I helped her dad cleaning up stuff because they've got a huge dumpster so it's time to get ride of the unnecessary stuff. And we happened upon his old junior high year books. One of the pics wasn't bad. The next one, I said, "Oh. My. Gawd! Did you hit a deer?!" Once he saw it, he agreed he just might have... *snickers*

( Thou Shalt Not Mock When I Edit )

Fin.

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: I did too haha

...I would be sorely tempted to come over and hurt you just a little. Yes, Biz, I'm talking to you. Why, you might ask?

Naked Empire.

Yes, I finished it. I went through it all. I ploughed through Richard's speeches. That isn't what got me. What got me was that you didn't even hint at it. You didn't warn me. You said not one word. Why, oh, why?

YOU NEVER MENTIONED THAT CHASE WAS BACK!

What is wrong with you?! He and Rachel are so very cool, and you didn't even tell me they were back. I could have put up with Richard's preaching a lot better had I known just that smidgen. I didn't need to know how they showed up or why, just that they did. And you didn't even warn me.

And that is why I could be very tempted to duff you up, just a little bit. For shame, Biz. Not even giving me a glimmer of hope with Naked Empire.

Fin.

Current Mood: accomplished

I wish she would just leave me alone. I got the "you need to get a job" lecture for the second time today. I don't know how I manage not to yell at her to shut up and leave me alone. I KNOW I need a job, damnit. I may not say anything, I may not appear to by trying, but I am. As if I need to hear again that I'm no longer a dependent, and that if Gary doesn't get to keep his job we'll be in too tight a spot and that she's worked two jobs for too long...
It doesn't help me to try and scare me into doing more. It stresses me out. I don't want to be stressed out, which is why I've backed off and out and away and whatever to get her to leave me alone. I don't want to hear from her what I already tell myself. All I get shown is a problem, and not a solution. She tells me she'll help me with this or that facet, and then she forgets.
So what if I'm not rushing to highlight every possible job in the classifieds? So what if I haven't told her what I have been doing? I don't want to talk about it, because whatever she tells me then only makes me depressed and stressed.
Just leave me alone.

Current Mood: depressed

I am at a loss for words.

God fucking damnit all to hell. 'tis not like I'm mad or anything. Just... my capacity to speak well is at the bottom of a well.

I really do like the new Stargate Atlantis though.

Fin.

Current Mood: flirty
Current Music: What fresh hell is this?

Bastards. I hate you all.

I really hate the crows. They are loud and obnoxious. And one of them woke me at the crack of dawn with its cawing. I was annoyed enough yesterday when some bird was provoking about ten of them to caw at it... and then this morning, it was loud enough to nearly down out my music. *snarls* I hate it when creatures or people are loud in the mornings with no thoughts to sleeping folk.

Fin.

Current Mood: aggravated
Current Music: where's my pellet gun?

I don't like you. I really don't like you. You don't even know who you are.

Fin.

Somebody, from reading that survey I filled, got the impression I'm one of those cutesy girls. Liek, OMG. I'm sorry, not emo enough for you? I never knew cutesy girls were into D&D either. Okay, I never mentioned, but so what? Byte me. *coughs* Bite me.

BITE ME!

Seriously. I'd be surprised to see a guy whip out his penis out at a frat party? Just because I chose NOT to express my violent tendencies in that community, doesn't mean I don't have them.
If I weren't me, I'd feel hurt. Mostly I'm just kind of amused that someone could get such an impression. I guess having a positive outlook is looked down upon these days. Goth/punk/emo is in.
Well, if that's what's in, I don't want to be in. Wait, I never want to be in. Fuck conformity. (I <3

hi_im_heather)
Why do I have to be all negative? Why must I moan about the world all the time? Well, fine. Here. This is what I really want to happen.

I want the world as we know it to end. No, not Armageddon. Not the Apocalypse (although that could be amusing). I mean, something cataclysmic happening. Something like the Day After Tomorrow. The planet's polarization is reversed because we discover a white hole (not yet proven to exist) next door. The planet reverses it's revolution about the sun, or its axis.
You, know, something.
Anyway, it'll throw the world off. Destroy civilization as we know it. No more satellites. No more TV. No more computers. No more cars, no more gas, no more airplanes. The very survace of the Earth is altered. Maps are out of date.
Millions are dead. Hey, maybe we even lose 1/6th to a 1/3 of the world's population. No more overcrowding. Utter chaos. Hoarding. No goverments. Complete anarchy. Shortages.
What do you do?
Can you hack it? Or are you one of those fat ass lazy bastards we kill for a bottle of water, because water is more valuable than gold? For the time being. We have to start ALL over again.
It's the Stone Age.
Hey, there's no promise that even I will last the event, whatever it is, that catapults us into this mess. My family may die. May? Most likely will. We will all lose someone, someones, we know. But those who make it... they get to try it all over again.
Begin anew. New organization. It will bring out the worst of humanity. But ultimately, it will give the best of humanity a chance, also, to succeed.

How do you like dem apples?

Fin.

Current Mood: complacent
Current Music: and then I'll rip out your heart

When it comes to me and books…

RULE #1: don’t interrupt me when I’m reading. Ever.
RULE #2: don’t ask me questions when I’m reading. I either won’t hear you, or didn’t hear enough of the conversation beforehand to know what you’re talking about.
RULE #3: don’t ask me what book I’m reading when I’m reading it. Either move so you can see the cover, or ask me once I start paying attention to the real world.
RULE #4: If you don’t want to know what I’m reading about, don’t ask. I will probably tell you more than you want to know.
RULE #5: don’t ask me how I know so many things. If you read as many books as I do, you will also know how to discern truth from falsehood, fact from fiction, at least to a degree. And remember a lot of it.
RULE #6: don’t forget I know when I’m reading fiction. Just because I speak of a character as if he or she exists, doesn’t mean I really believe he or she exists. At least, not on this plane of existence.
RULE #7: don’t ask me for advice on books to read. I know what books I like. But because I like them doesn’t mean you will like them.
RULE #8: don’t expect me to read a book because you tell me I should. I may highly value your judgment in the world of books, but we won’t always like the same stuff.
RULE #9: don’t take forever with my books. If I lend you a book, I don’t expect you to read it nearly as quickly as I do, but if you haven’t even started after a month of having them in your possession, just give ‘em back.
RULE #10: never, ever desecrate my books. Treat them with greater respect than you’ll ever show me. Or I’ll burn your village.

Fin

Current Mood: cynical
Current Music: can't remember it...

( CaterFUCKINGpillars )

Normal entries shall resume tomorrow.

Fin.

Current Mood: pissed off
Current Music: You... fucker.

There's nothing quite like sharing lunch with Hen. I don't mean, I have third lunch, she has third lunch, and we hang out. Because really, I only have third lunch when we have a physics test and we don't always hang out. What I mean is, there's nothing quite like giving Hen some of my food because she had basically nothing, and then her returning the favor when she bought a packet of pop tarts.
If only that annoying boy didn't think that sitting with us, and half listening to our conversation meant he had every right to speak up. He misheard too many things and I got sick of us having to repeat ourselves for his benefit.
I do not want to write the in-class essay on the Great Gatsby tomorrow.

Fin.

Current Mood: devious
Current Music: Thirsty too

May the bird of paradise fly through your window and rape your canary.

Fin.

Current Mood: apathetic
Current Music: I said no to drugs but they didn’t listen.

Go into your LJ’s archives.
Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
Post the text of the sentence in your lj along with these instructions.

Will not get a shot.

I hate Alan Cook. If he tries sitting at our lunch table tomorrow, I will tell him to leave. I don't care if that makes me mean. I've just had to put up with 80 minutes of him (not consecutively, no, but two full lunches nonetheless) and his constant talking and rude obnoxious presence. I mean, I wished he wouldn't stop eating so that his mouth would be too full for words. That was the one time he was quiet.
Besides that, people really loved the pants my brother sent me. And I'm the only reason Ash got up today. And Quinn's class doesn't look right with the overhead lights on. Only looks right with the lamp stands like he has it. Bad Mr. Cook (the sub, not Alan) for messing with us. It made the room look plastic and sterile.
Had to go to the dentist's to get a small filling. It gave my friend Celien the chance to say, "You're late."
A vampire is never late, my dear Celien. Rather, she arrives precisely when she means to.

Fin.

Current Mood: geeky
Current Music: half numbed tongue makes drinking weird

Man I was tempted to commit violence today.
First, at the end of P.E. after I'd changed back into my normal clothes, Jerrod called me a hippie. Just because my clothes all seemed overlarge and flowy, my hair was down, and my shirt had a celtic theme... gah, I should smacked him. At the very least kicked him.
He was kind of out of range though.
And then, after school today, I was walking out of sixth, and this girl Cameron was in front of me. Just got past a door, went to move to the left to get around her, when she moved to the left and stopped right in front of me. I couldn't help but run into her, and let out a small yell in protest. And then she turned around and glared at me!
I should have sent my fist into her thoat so she couldn't breathe.

Fin.

Current Mood: irate
Current Music: I miss Hen.

I'm okay with Vegans, but I don't like PETA. They're misguided. And I have a bad feeling that in my future profession (Vetinarian, not whore!), I'm going to be seeing some of them. I swear, I'm just going to end up making a sign and posting in on my lawn that says...

Why do you hate plants so much?!

Screw it. Why do you hate animals so much you steal their food?!

Fin.

Current Mood: dorky
Current Music: It's time to toss the dice

This is a conversation I had with my ex, Jason, yesterday. It's a bit long, but I felt like posting it in all its entirety because I got several good insults in there. Especially once the topic moved onto how he was doing. Don't ask me why I haven't blocked him yet, because I couldn't tell you. Well, maybe it's so I can talk to him, and then tell Brie about it so she feels better about herself because no matter how depressed she feels she isn't him. You know how that is.

( Die, Jason, Die! )

There's just something about him being depressed that doesn't evoke my sympathy. Most of my friends have my sympathy, compassion, and love. Not him. I just want to beat the shit out of him.

Fin.

( Quiz fix )

I feel like killing someone. It would be so... amusing... to be in a sword fight with a guy, suddenly get all passionate, and then just before things get heated, pull out a knife and stab him. There he'd be, thinking about wild hot sex, and ~bam!~ his throat's slashed.
Yes, I am a woman without morals.

Fin.

Current Mood: cynical
Current Music: Blarg