If you're on my friends list, or I'm on your watch list,
go to my homepage. now.
it's important.
-Kid
oxo
justanother-star-'s Journal
July 6, 2007
T_T;
Dude.
I don't wanna go to Turkey.
T_T!
We're leaving tomorrow [7th day of the 7th month of the 07th year...T_T_T_T_T_T;;;;;;] at 5pm (British Time...I'm British, Doncha Know?)
To arrive at the airport at 5:45pm...
To catch the 10pm plane???
Christ, man, I'm gonna...uh, fricking...die.
And I don't wanna die.
I'm impatient when it comes to waiting at airports/train stations/bus stations...
And I'm not the keenest traveller.
Sure, I like going to different places and seeing the world...
But I goddamn hate transport methods.
Why haven't teleportation devices been invented yet??
Despite my GRR-I-DON'T-WANNA-GO-TO-TURKEY attitude,
I've been in a surprisingly good mood all week.
Even read all my updates in the past week, my moods are all pretty hyped up. (H)
ANYWAY!
Back to Turkey...
I'll be gone for two weeks; fourteen days, 336 hours, 20160 minutes, or 1209600 seconds, depending on your preference.
Dude. I'm gonna stick with the '1209600 seconds' one, cause it seems like less time. Hahahaha.
Alright, so these two weeks mean I'll be missing everyones updates.
Everyone on my friends list, and everyone on my watch list.
Haha. I barely pay attention to that list now...but yeah...I'll post all the updates I'll be missing on my homepage.
Later.
Meanwhile! Keep your eyes open for Underpants Girls' oneshot! It's a sequel to my eBay one.
'Cause we're goddamn cool like that. =)
here comes the summeeeerrr!
-Halo
-ox.
I don't wanna go to Turkey.
T_T!
We're leaving tomorrow [7th day of the 7th month of the 07th year...T_T_T_T_T_T;;;;;;] at 5pm (British Time...I'm British, Doncha Know?)
To arrive at the airport at 5:45pm...
To catch the 10pm plane???
Christ, man, I'm gonna...uh, fricking...die.
And I don't wanna die.
I'm impatient when it comes to waiting at airports/train stations/bus stations...
And I'm not the keenest traveller.
Sure, I like going to different places and seeing the world...
But I goddamn hate transport methods.
Why haven't teleportation devices been invented yet??
Despite my GRR-I-DON'T-WANNA-GO-TO-TURKEY attitude,
I've been in a surprisingly good mood all week.
Even read all my updates in the past week, my moods are all pretty hyped up. (H)
ANYWAY!
Back to Turkey...
I'll be gone for two weeks; fourteen days, 336 hours, 20160 minutes, or 1209600 seconds, depending on your preference.
Dude. I'm gonna stick with the '1209600 seconds' one, cause it seems like less time. Hahahaha.
Alright, so these two weeks mean I'll be missing everyones updates.
Everyone on my friends list, and everyone on my watch list.
Haha. I barely pay attention to that list now...but yeah...I'll post all the updates I'll be missing on my homepage.
Later.
Meanwhile! Keep your eyes open for Underpants Girls' oneshot! It's a sequel to my eBay one.
'Cause we're goddamn cool like that. =)
here comes the summeeeerrr!
-Halo
-ox.
posted at 8:43 am EDT | 0 comments
June 18, 2007
probably the longest i've spent away from a computer. ever.
BABIESS!
I'M BACK!
I'M ONLINE!
I'M ALIVE!
AND IT'S AWESOME =)
Note: If something's in brackets ( ), it's supposed to be scored out. I originally put this on my myspace bulletins. ^^, Cheers.
This is going to tell you about
my whole weekend
Alright? Aiiiigghttt!
Friday
School. School was pretty awesome!
MANDY, the little whore, HIT ME OVER THE HEAD WITH A MATH JOTTER
REALLY HARD
AND IT ECHOED
ALL
ACROSS
THE
DAMN
DEPARTMENT.
Was f***in' funny. Even David said it sounded painful. xD!
It Wasn't.
AND THEN!
I messed around with Steven [cool dude; not Llamadude] in Soc. Ed, and I threw Skittles at him. He caught one in his mouth, and two bounced off his lip.
And then it came to, like, the last ten minutes of the period, and Mrs. Gatti was like "Steven! Take the books back down to Mr. Roses' room". And so he started collecting in the text books, and I picked one up and said he was too weak to carry the last one, so I went back down to the Math department with him.
We walked reaaaaaaaally slow all the way down, and then we decided it was pointless going back up to Art, 'cause there was like, two minutes till the bell, so we stood in the stairwell and talked.
He was saying he saw me go by on the bus every morning, and got confused 'cause he thought I lived in New Farm, and was like "Why do you get the bus every morning?" and I was like "I live in Bellfield."
You had to have been there. The way he said stuff was funny.
Oh, no no, I'm not done yet.
We walked up, end of school, and it was p*ssing down.
I fed Cheryl a few Skittles.
Got halfway up the road and two cars pull up.
Cheryl f***s off.
David f***s off.
Weesa, Nathan & Halo nearly drown in our lovely (new swimming pool) Scottish weather...
What was going through everyone's minds at that moment?
Welcome home, Stazey!
Eventually, we (swam) got to Weesa's house, and sought refuge.
Ended up taking a ton of pictures of Weesa, Nathy and I,
Weesa and I did a short -ahem- infomercial...
On breast implants.
HAHA, WEESA, HAHA.
We're gonna go to the school show on Wednesday.
In Costume!
Ended up sleeping over at Weesa's.
It was pretty awesome. Watched Corpse Bride, Weesa fell asleep and then started sleep talking.
Kinda amusing when you're half asleep and listening to one of your best friends having a full-fledged argument with herself, really...
Saturday
WHEE!
Lazed around all morning.
Lalalala. Boredboredbored.
Went upstairs to watch Loser. It went something like this..
Weesa: Let's go watch Loser - it looks pretty good.
Halo: her name is Noel...I had a dream about her, she rings my bell...
Yupyup, Halo watched it because of the soundtrack. ^^,
HALFWAY THROUGH THE MOVIE (Just As Halo's About To Throw The Thing Out The Window.)
Door. Knocking. Knocking at the door.
Pause - even the movie stops talking for a minute.
BOOM!
STAZEY!!!!!!!!!
Halo throws bedroom window open.
Weesa runs out of the room screaming.
Weesa opens the front door.
Halo somehow manages to get to Stazey before Weesa.
(And practically r**es her.)
I didn't let go of Stazey much. ^^,
She can't go away again. I missed her like..WHOA.
She's f***ing tanned!
SHE'S THE COLOR OF THE F***ING DESERT SANDS.
(Not Red)
Halo's bored with speaking in first person (again), now...
Actually, I want to speak in first...
But Halo also wants to speak in third...
You'll have to figure it out yourself.
After stealing Stazey's amazing bright green jacket, taking a ton of pictures of us all, we all headed into town.
This is where the fun begins.
I was wearing black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, and my MCR hoody, I had a ton of red eyeshadow all around my eyes, and black eyeliner around my eyes, and a tiara on my head. I looked quite the picture of fucking awesome, let me tell you.
Stazey had my EmoGoggles on, her hair up in a clip, a bright orange t-shirt on, and a bright green jacket on.
We linked arms, skipped around a few stores, and got funny looks. >_>;
Went to Iceland and got Doritos.
Went to Town and got hair scissors, and black hair dye.
Went to Asda and got more food.
Went home and ate lots of food.
Guess who cut Weesa's hair.
Halo Did.
I was nervous as f**k, dude. O_O;
But I didn't let her know that... >_>;;
We watched Shrek 3 after dying her hair, and relaxed.
Weesa loved her hair.
Thank.
F**k.
Sunday
Holy shit.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
Weesa's 16! Presents and happy birthdays for her were done.
Bored.
Bored.
Weesa wanted to watch movies.
Halo didn't like that idea.
Stazey and I went to Stazey's for Stazey to get a shower, and Halo to f**k about with Stazey's Sims' lives.
Bored.
Went back to Weesa's and ended up watching Shrek 3.
Again.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
This is getting annoying now.
Bored.
Halo nearly has an argument with Weesa about being lazy and having nothing to do.
Naturally, Halo wins.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
"F**k this. Phoning mom." thinks Halo. Pulls phone out. Goes to do exactly as said.
Phones mom.
Halo, Stazey, Weesa, Kiya, Rocky, Nathy and mom end up going to the beach!
Halo, Stazey, Weesa, Kiya, Rocky and Nathy get absolutely soaked to the skin in the sea.
Was f***ing funny.
We were tempted to swim to Arran.
(Small island off the coast of Scotland. Real pretty)
Then Weesa pointed out Halo was too short, and would probably drown first.
Halo wasn't too happy.
Halo found a baby crab in the water and named it Flab.
Flab was dead.
Halo was devastated.
Halo got over it and went to splash around more.
Mom drags all home.
Weesa stole Halo's jeans.
Stazey stole Halo's shorts.
Halo was wearing a towel.
All three were sitting in the back seat of a silver Meriva.
Singing Queen.
F**k yeah.
Halo's mom drops Stazey and Weesa at Weesa's.
Halo&Co go home.
Finally!
...no, I've still got more...
Halo runs upstairs to switch on her computer, then runs to the bathroom, screams from the smell (thank you, Nath), and runs down to the kitchen for coffee, emerges with cheap perfume and goes to the bathroom, armed with nice smells.
Halo's called downstairs by mom.
Halo's elated - she just got online, and has coffee!
Halo's told she has to go to her dads' for the night.
F***ERS
Halo has an emo moment.
Halo remembers she gets tomorrow of school.
Halo has a mental happy dance and goes to get ready.
&that was my weekend.
cliff notes version.
Bahaha.
I think it's the longest I've ever spent away from MSN and Quizilla.
Three days.
God, I'm such a saddo.....
=)!
So, how was yours?
Halo
mercipourleveninmotherf**ers
oxo
I'M BACK!
I'M ONLINE!
I'M ALIVE!
AND IT'S AWESOME =)
Note: If something's in brackets ( ), it's supposed to be scored out. I originally put this on my myspace bulletins. ^^, Cheers.
This is going to tell you about
my whole weekend
Alright? Aiiiigghttt!
Friday
School. School was pretty awesome!
MANDY, the little whore, HIT ME OVER THE HEAD WITH A MATH JOTTER
REALLY HARD
AND IT ECHOED
ALL
ACROSS
THE
DAMN
DEPARTMENT.
Was f***in' funny. Even David said it sounded painful. xD!
It Wasn't.
AND THEN!
I messed around with Steven [cool dude; not Llamadude] in Soc. Ed, and I threw Skittles at him. He caught one in his mouth, and two bounced off his lip.
And then it came to, like, the last ten minutes of the period, and Mrs. Gatti was like "Steven! Take the books back down to Mr. Roses' room". And so he started collecting in the text books, and I picked one up and said he was too weak to carry the last one, so I went back down to the Math department with him.
We walked reaaaaaaaally slow all the way down, and then we decided it was pointless going back up to Art, 'cause there was like, two minutes till the bell, so we stood in the stairwell and talked.
He was saying he saw me go by on the bus every morning, and got confused 'cause he thought I lived in New Farm, and was like "Why do you get the bus every morning?" and I was like "I live in Bellfield."
You had to have been there. The way he said stuff was funny.
Oh, no no, I'm not done yet.
We walked up, end of school, and it was p*ssing down.
I fed Cheryl a few Skittles.
Got halfway up the road and two cars pull up.
Cheryl f***s off.
David f***s off.
Weesa, Nathan & Halo nearly drown in our lovely (new swimming pool) Scottish weather...
What was going through everyone's minds at that moment?
Welcome home, Stazey!
Eventually, we (swam) got to Weesa's house, and sought refuge.
Ended up taking a ton of pictures of Weesa, Nathy and I,
Weesa and I did a short -ahem- infomercial...
On breast implants.
HAHA, WEESA, HAHA.
We're gonna go to the school show on Wednesday.
In Costume!
Ended up sleeping over at Weesa's.
It was pretty awesome. Watched Corpse Bride, Weesa fell asleep and then started sleep talking.
Kinda amusing when you're half asleep and listening to one of your best friends having a full-fledged argument with herself, really...
Saturday
WHEE!
Lazed around all morning.
Lalalala. Boredboredbored.
Went upstairs to watch Loser. It went something like this..
Weesa: Let's go watch Loser - it looks pretty good.
Halo: her name is Noel...I had a dream about her, she rings my bell...
Yupyup, Halo watched it because of the soundtrack. ^^,
HALFWAY THROUGH THE MOVIE (Just As Halo's About To Throw The Thing Out The Window.)
Door. Knocking. Knocking at the door.
Pause - even the movie stops talking for a minute.
BOOM!
STAZEY!!!!!!!!!
Halo throws bedroom window open.
Weesa runs out of the room screaming.
Weesa opens the front door.
Halo somehow manages to get to Stazey before Weesa.
(And practically r**es her.)
I didn't let go of Stazey much. ^^,
She can't go away again. I missed her like..WHOA.
She's f***ing tanned!
SHE'S THE COLOR OF THE F***ING DESERT SANDS.
(Not Red)
Halo's bored with speaking in first person (again), now...
Actually, I want to speak in first...
But Halo also wants to speak in third...
You'll have to figure it out yourself.
After stealing Stazey's amazing bright green jacket, taking a ton of pictures of us all, we all headed into town.
This is where the fun begins.
I was wearing black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, and my MCR hoody, I had a ton of red eyeshadow all around my eyes, and black eyeliner around my eyes, and a tiara on my head. I looked quite the picture of fucking awesome, let me tell you.
Stazey had my EmoGoggles on, her hair up in a clip, a bright orange t-shirt on, and a bright green jacket on.
We linked arms, skipped around a few stores, and got funny looks. >_>;
Went to Iceland and got Doritos.
Went to Town and got hair scissors, and black hair dye.
Went to Asda and got more food.
Went home and ate lots of food.
Guess who cut Weesa's hair.
Halo Did.
I was nervous as f**k, dude. O_O;
But I didn't let her know that... >_>;;
We watched Shrek 3 after dying her hair, and relaxed.
Weesa loved her hair.
Thank.
F**k.
Sunday
Holy shit.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
Weesa's 16! Presents and happy birthdays for her were done.
Bored.
Bored.
Weesa wanted to watch movies.
Halo didn't like that idea.
Stazey and I went to Stazey's for Stazey to get a shower, and Halo to f**k about with Stazey's Sims' lives.
Bored.
Went back to Weesa's and ended up watching Shrek 3.
Again.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
This is getting annoying now.
Bored.
Halo nearly has an argument with Weesa about being lazy and having nothing to do.
Naturally, Halo wins.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
"F**k this. Phoning mom." thinks Halo. Pulls phone out. Goes to do exactly as said.
Phones mom.
Halo, Stazey, Weesa, Kiya, Rocky, Nathy and mom end up going to the beach!
Halo, Stazey, Weesa, Kiya, Rocky and Nathy get absolutely soaked to the skin in the sea.
Was f***ing funny.
We were tempted to swim to Arran.
(Small island off the coast of Scotland. Real pretty)
Then Weesa pointed out Halo was too short, and would probably drown first.
Halo wasn't too happy.
Halo found a baby crab in the water and named it Flab.
Flab was dead.
Halo was devastated.
Halo got over it and went to splash around more.
Mom drags all home.
Weesa stole Halo's jeans.
Stazey stole Halo's shorts.
Halo was wearing a towel.
All three were sitting in the back seat of a silver Meriva.
Singing Queen.
F**k yeah.
Halo's mom drops Stazey and Weesa at Weesa's.
Halo&Co go home.
Finally!
...no, I've still got more...
Halo runs upstairs to switch on her computer, then runs to the bathroom, screams from the smell (thank you, Nath), and runs down to the kitchen for coffee, emerges with cheap perfume and goes to the bathroom, armed with nice smells.
Halo's called downstairs by mom.
Halo's elated - she just got online, and has coffee!
Halo's told she has to go to her dads' for the night.
F***ERS
Halo has an emo moment.
Halo remembers she gets tomorrow of school.
Halo has a mental happy dance and goes to get ready.
&that was my weekend.
cliff notes version.
Bahaha.
I think it's the longest I've ever spent away from MSN and Quizilla.
Three days.
God, I'm such a saddo.....
=)!
So, how was yours?
Halo
mercipourleveninmotherf**ers
oxo
posted at 7:36 am EDT | 0 comments
May 28, 2007
not imaginative enough for a title so this will have to suffice
Alright! I get it! I give!
Hello there, sweetheart, I'm back again.
To rant and rave and get really angsty.
Because it's what I seem to do best, right?
I'm fed up with some girl I thought to be one of my closest friends.
Whining at me, telling me she's getting fat.
Do something about it, you dizzy moo.
I give up with her, though. I can honestly say, now, that I do not give a flying rat's a**.
She's been whinging at me about our other best friend, saying how she won't leave the house, and never picks up the phone.
**KERCHING!** Mirror image, b***h.
I'm sick to the back teeth of people whining about how they're unhappy with their lives.
Life's a movie, and you're the director.
Life's a story, and you're the writer.
Life's yours, and you can control it, noob.
Seriously. Don't you/they/people get it?
It's simple!
Do what you can, or you'll never be happy.
Live each day like it's your last.
Whether it means running au natural through a crowded street or not.
You're the deciding vote.
I'm fed up with stereotypes, too.
Oh, I'm scottish. I must be fat, ginger, and have a bad attitude.
...No.
Oh, I listen to MCR and go to gigs. I must be emo/punk/goth and have something wrong with me!
...No.
Oh, I wear black and wear eyeliner. I must be an emo who cuts their wrists and cries.
...No.
Oh, I'm female! I must be against most of the male population, or want to sleep with them.
...No.
Oh, I have books on witchcraft and I wear pentagrams. I must curse people and want them to die.
...No.
Why don't you/they/people get it?!
It's getting beyond a goddamn joke.
I'm just fed up of people telling me who I am.
I know who I goddamn am!
You're the goddamn insecure idiot.
But whatever.
I'll be standing right here when you need me.
But Don't Expect Sympathy.
'Cause you're not getting any.
Come back when you've got over yourself and your ego, darling.
Because I won't listen until you have.
Halo
mercipourlevenin
Hello there, sweetheart, I'm back again.
To rant and rave and get really angsty.
Because it's what I seem to do best, right?
I'm fed up with some girl I thought to be one of my closest friends.
Whining at me, telling me she's getting fat.
Do something about it, you dizzy moo.
I give up with her, though. I can honestly say, now, that I do not give a flying rat's a**.
She's been whinging at me about our other best friend, saying how she won't leave the house, and never picks up the phone.
**KERCHING!** Mirror image, b***h.
I'm sick to the back teeth of people whining about how they're unhappy with their lives.
Life's a movie, and you're the director.
Life's a story, and you're the writer.
Life's yours, and you can control it, noob.
Seriously. Don't you/they/people get it?
It's simple!
Do what you can, or you'll never be happy.
Live each day like it's your last.
Whether it means running au natural through a crowded street or not.
You're the deciding vote.
I'm fed up with stereotypes, too.
Oh, I'm scottish. I must be fat, ginger, and have a bad attitude.
...No.
Oh, I listen to MCR and go to gigs. I must be emo/punk/goth and have something wrong with me!
...No.
Oh, I wear black and wear eyeliner. I must be an emo who cuts their wrists and cries.
...No.
Oh, I'm female! I must be against most of the male population, or want to sleep with them.
...No.
Oh, I have books on witchcraft and I wear pentagrams. I must curse people and want them to die.
...No.
Why don't you/they/people get it?!
It's getting beyond a goddamn joke.
I'm just fed up of people telling me who I am.
I know who I goddamn am!
You're the goddamn insecure idiot.
But whatever.
I'll be standing right here when you need me.
But Don't Expect Sympathy.
'Cause you're not getting any.
Come back when you've got over yourself and your ego, darling.
Because I won't listen until you have.
Halo
mercipourlevenin
posted at 2:59 pm EDT | 3 comments
May 27, 2007
Grawr.
Ha. I swore 25 times in my last journal entry.
Whoopsies! ^^
Yeahhhhh, I'm here to be all p*ssed off again.
But not as much as last time...
'What's annoying Halo this time?' You Cry?
STORIES. Ahhhh!
-Runs Around Screaming-
Alright, So I have a story about Moomins and dragons and shizznit, but I didn't exactly name it;
Running away from Moomins whilst reading Kerrang! until we find a cave, drive the car off a cliff, get eaten by a dragon, and an ice age starts
Did I?
Gaaaah! I'm fed up with all the stories in the Most Popular, Highest Rated, etc.
Unless they have a decent title.
'I'm in Love with the High School...Vampire?!' Whoa! I wonder what's gonna happen in that story!
'Yes, its true...I'm falling in love with my possessed Teddy Bear' One: ZOMFGZWTF. Two: The plot? I have no idea...
'Immune to the Malfoy Charm...or so I Thought' ...T_T;;
And those are just a few of the ZOMFGZ-LET'S-GIVE-THE-PLOT-AWAY-IN-THE-GOD-DAMN-TITLE! Stories.
B E O R I G I N A L
All I have to say at the moment is..
ZOMFGZ! YAAAY! for .Jamicula., xBangxYourexDeadx, rAveOn13, sunstar1712 because they're all on the Highest Rated, and their story titles don't give away the damn plot.
That, and I'm an avid reader of the first two names I mentioned. ^^!
So, basically, there's no point to this, again.
Going out for lunch with the family...
save me
Halo
mercipourlevenin
Whoopsies! ^^
Yeahhhhh, I'm here to be all p*ssed off again.
But not as much as last time...
'What's annoying Halo this time?' You Cry?
STORIES. Ahhhh!
-Runs Around Screaming-
Alright, So I have a story about Moomins and dragons and shizznit, but I didn't exactly name it;
Running away from Moomins whilst reading Kerrang! until we find a cave, drive the car off a cliff, get eaten by a dragon, and an ice age starts
Did I?
Gaaaah! I'm fed up with all the stories in the Most Popular, Highest Rated, etc.
Unless they have a decent title.
'I'm in Love with the High School...Vampire?!' Whoa! I wonder what's gonna happen in that story!
'Yes, its true...I'm falling in love with my possessed Teddy Bear' One: ZOMFGZWTF. Two: The plot? I have no idea...
'Immune to the Malfoy Charm...or so I Thought' ...T_T;;
And those are just a few of the ZOMFGZ-LET'S-GIVE-THE-PLOT-AWAY-IN-THE-GOD-DAMN-TITLE! Stories.
B E O R I G I N A L
All I have to say at the moment is..
ZOMFGZ! YAAAY! for .Jamicula., xBangxYourexDeadx, rAveOn13, sunstar1712 because they're all on the Highest Rated, and their story titles don't give away the damn plot.
That, and I'm an avid reader of the first two names I mentioned. ^^!
So, basically, there's no point to this, again.
Going out for lunch with the family...
save me
Halo
mercipourlevenin
posted at 7:59 am EDT | 1 comments
March 20, 2007
EFFEFFESS.WHYOHYOU.EFFYOUSEEKAYEYEENNGEE.EFFAYKAYEEESS!
Yeah. The Title..?
EFFEFFESS.WHYOHYOU.EFFYOUSEEKAYEYEENNGEE.EFFAYKAYEEESS!
For F*ck's Sake.You.F*cking.Fakes!
I'm going to f*cking spontaneously implode if I get one more "ooh, (s)he broke my heart, I'm gonna go slit my f*cking wrists because I'm so f*cking emo. waah waah waah."
SHUT THE F*CK UP, YOU F*CKING STUCK-UP, SELF-RIGHTEOUS F*CKING WH*RES!
You don't know the f*cking meaning of motherf*cking emo.
Usually I'm pretty calm about the whole Slit-My-Wrists-And-Hope-To-Die thing, but for the love of the devil, give it a f*cking rest, will you?
We're all emo to a certain goddamned extent! All of us have goddamn emotions: all of us feel pain, all of us cry, all of us are happy, all of us are human.
Why do you differentiate yourselves from the rest of us?
You're the f*ckers isolating yourselves.
You've got no friends?
no f*cking wonder.
I've been labelled emo from the f*cking start, and my wrists are f*cking clean. I don't f*cking cry over the f*cking slightest little thing. I don't go f*cking psycho just because one of my f*cking parents decided I have to do something.
We're all f*cking emo.
You're just like the f*cking rest of us.
So motherf*cking get to the back of the goddamn line and wait your f*cking turn.
f*cking fakes...
GRR
Yeah. Pointless.
Needed To Rant.
Wheey. =]
-Halo
mercipourlevenin
EFFEFFESS.WHYOHYOU.EFFYOUSEEKAYEYEENNGEE.EFFAYKAYEEESS!
For F*ck's Sake.You.F*cking.Fakes!
I'm going to f*cking spontaneously implode if I get one more "ooh, (s)he broke my heart, I'm gonna go slit my f*cking wrists because I'm so f*cking emo. waah waah waah."
SHUT THE F*CK UP, YOU F*CKING STUCK-UP, SELF-RIGHTEOUS F*CKING WH*RES!
You don't know the f*cking meaning of motherf*cking emo.
Usually I'm pretty calm about the whole Slit-My-Wrists-And-Hope-To-Die thing, but for the love of the devil, give it a f*cking rest, will you?
We're all emo to a certain goddamned extent! All of us have goddamn emotions: all of us feel pain, all of us cry, all of us are happy, all of us are human.
Why do you differentiate yourselves from the rest of us?
You're the f*ckers isolating yourselves.
You've got no friends?
no f*cking wonder.
I've been labelled emo from the f*cking start, and my wrists are f*cking clean. I don't f*cking cry over the f*cking slightest little thing. I don't go f*cking psycho just because one of my f*cking parents decided I have to do something.
We're all f*cking emo.
You're just like the f*cking rest of us.
So motherf*cking get to the back of the goddamn line and wait your f*cking turn.
f*cking fakes...
GRR
Yeah. Pointless.
Needed To Rant.
Wheey. =]
-Halo
mercipourlevenin
posted at 4:29 pm EDT | 1 comments
February 12, 2007
Blahhhhhhh! Hello Again.
mmm. i'm back.
backbackbackback!
shalalalaa...
nothing to say. o_0;
go to my homepage for..uhm...me being all thankful and sh*t...
0_0;;!!
---rock on forever
--halo
-ox.
backbackbackback!
shalalalaa...
nothing to say. o_0;
go to my homepage for..uhm...me being all thankful and sh*t...
0_0;;!!
---rock on forever
--halo
-ox.
posted at 11:08 am EST | 2 comments
February 10, 2007
Ranting
this is just me being me, ranting about anything I think of. feel free to click the [x] in the top corner, because there'll most likely be nothing interesting here.
Dude, my muscles hurt like a b*tch. Freaking muscle pains. Dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Voice. Losing. Slowly. Too Much Singing Today. Ry and I Totally Kicked *ss At Singstar, Though. Poison, by Alice Cooper. We're Unbeatable! >_>; Well, Ry Is.
Ughh. I have a billion essays to redraft and write out for the 28th. Really, really cannot be bothered.
I've not eaten in quite a while, so I'm sort of hyped up on absolutely nothing. I'm too lazy to go downstairs and eat, though.
I meant to update my layouts site earlier, but I got sidetracked and decided I couldn't be bothered.
Other than Mandy's party, nothing much has happened. I'm feeling pretty p*ssed-off-for-no-reason at the moment, but I'm also insanely hyper. One of those funny moods, where you can't make up your mind about what the f*ck's going on in your own head, y'know?
nothing else to say.
my eyes itch.
---RockOnForever
--Haloweine
-ox.
Dude, my muscles hurt like a b*tch. Freaking muscle pains. Dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Voice. Losing. Slowly. Too Much Singing Today. Ry and I Totally Kicked *ss At Singstar, Though. Poison, by Alice Cooper. We're Unbeatable! >_>; Well, Ry Is.
Ughh. I have a billion essays to redraft and write out for the 28th. Really, really cannot be bothered.
I've not eaten in quite a while, so I'm sort of hyped up on absolutely nothing. I'm too lazy to go downstairs and eat, though.
I meant to update my layouts site earlier, but I got sidetracked and decided I couldn't be bothered.
Other than Mandy's party, nothing much has happened. I'm feeling pretty p*ssed-off-for-no-reason at the moment, but I'm also insanely hyper. One of those funny moods, where you can't make up your mind about what the f*ck's going on in your own head, y'know?
nothing else to say.
my eyes itch.
---RockOnForever
--Haloweine
-ox.
posted at 2:06 pm EST | 2 comments
February 1, 2007
Yhey! >_>;
Yay For One-Shots!
I'm Better At Those Damn Things Than I Am At Series'. Grr!
I Have An Essay On Animal Farm To Write For Tomorrow. Oops.
I Also Have Some Maths Homework, Which I Can't Be Bothered With At This Exact Moment In Time. Gyaaaaarghh.
ALSO! I Have Some Dishes To Wash And A Room To Tidy. Guess What! I Can't Be Bothered.
I've Been Ill For Four Days, And I've Got No Energy Left. Sorry If The New One-Shot Was Kind Of...Cruddy...It Was Really Just For My Best Friend, And The Fact That I've Been On A Constant Downer For The Past Three Weeks.
And So I Guess I'm Giving Up On Love
Love: The Cause Of All Problems, But The Solution To Them All, Too. Sucks, Doesn't It?
You're Probably Thinkin': "Oh, Go Away, You Pathetic Emo Kid", And You Know What? You Go Away. I Didn't Ask You To Read My Journal. If You Want To Read It, Then Read It; I Don't Mind, But Don't F*cking Whinge To Me, Just Because You've Got No One Else To Take The P*ss Out Of, To Make Yourself Feel Better.
I Have A Headache, And A Killer Cold, But I Have So Much To Do. I'll Probably End Up Doing None Of It And Writing Another Story. I Might Post My Personal Story Site Up, Later. It Has Almost Everything Decent I've Ever Written; None Of Them Are In Chapters, They're Just Like...Neverending Essays.
Apparently They're Addictive.
Dude, I Have Nothing Else To Rant About, So I'ma F*ck Off Now. Bye.
---Rock Out Forever
--Halo
-ox.
I'm Better At Those Damn Things Than I Am At Series'. Grr!
I Have An Essay On Animal Farm To Write For Tomorrow. Oops.
I Also Have Some Maths Homework, Which I Can't Be Bothered With At This Exact Moment In Time. Gyaaaaarghh.
ALSO! I Have Some Dishes To Wash And A Room To Tidy. Guess What! I Can't Be Bothered.
I've Been Ill For Four Days, And I've Got No Energy Left. Sorry If The New One-Shot Was Kind Of...Cruddy...It Was Really Just For My Best Friend, And The Fact That I've Been On A Constant Downer For The Past Three Weeks.
And So I Guess I'm Giving Up On Love
Love: The Cause Of All Problems, But The Solution To Them All, Too. Sucks, Doesn't It?
You're Probably Thinkin': "Oh, Go Away, You Pathetic Emo Kid", And You Know What? You Go Away. I Didn't Ask You To Read My Journal. If You Want To Read It, Then Read It; I Don't Mind, But Don't F*cking Whinge To Me, Just Because You've Got No One Else To Take The P*ss Out Of, To Make Yourself Feel Better.
I Have A Headache, And A Killer Cold, But I Have So Much To Do. I'll Probably End Up Doing None Of It And Writing Another Story. I Might Post My Personal Story Site Up, Later. It Has Almost Everything Decent I've Ever Written; None Of Them Are In Chapters, They're Just Like...Neverending Essays.
Apparently They're Addictive.
Dude, I Have Nothing Else To Rant About, So I'ma F*ck Off Now. Bye.
---Rock Out Forever
--Halo
-ox.
posted at 3:59 pm EST | 0 comments
October 9, 2006
Whatever...?
Why do people think, that just because I smile, just because I seem happy, just because I look like everything's going right, they think it's perfectly a-okay to walk all over me? I know a few people who are going through the same thing, and to begin with, I didn't know the feeling. Now I do.
This weekend has been one of the worst of my life. I feel betrayed, I feel weak, I feel tired, drained, too emotional, guilty, p*ssed off, alone, upset. Really, everything but happy.
I've been lied to, I've been cheated on, I've had my heart broken, I've had all this f*cked up sh*t happen to me, and I've been absolutely fine afterward. I've gotten over everything...but now, when it's someone I genuinely goddamn care about, I can't get over it. I can't just get up and walk away. I can't run and I can't hide.
I wish I could say I've got a bunch of friends who support me, but I don't. I may sound oh-so-frickin' emo here, pathetically. But I don't care. This is how I feel. You can choose to read this, or you can choose not to. I honestly could not give a rat's ass.
Thank you oh-so much to the people who have messaged me the last few weeks, just to check if I'm okay, to compliment me on my writing skills, whatever. Whatever the reason, thanks for caring: thank you for devoting twenty or so seconds to me, just to see what's going on.
I was going to just delete my account on here, and leave it all behind, but I have a few people who read my stories and genuinely like them, so for that reason, I'll keep going. Just for you guys.
If anyone cares enough to read this, then wow, you must've been bored.
Doubt anyone will read this, but hey. It got a lot of stuff off my mind and into a random void of the internet no one can be bothered to look.
-halo
oxoxo
This weekend has been one of the worst of my life. I feel betrayed, I feel weak, I feel tired, drained, too emotional, guilty, p*ssed off, alone, upset. Really, everything but happy.
I've been lied to, I've been cheated on, I've had my heart broken, I've had all this f*cked up sh*t happen to me, and I've been absolutely fine afterward. I've gotten over everything...but now, when it's someone I genuinely goddamn care about, I can't get over it. I can't just get up and walk away. I can't run and I can't hide.
I wish I could say I've got a bunch of friends who support me, but I don't. I may sound oh-so-frickin' emo here, pathetically. But I don't care. This is how I feel. You can choose to read this, or you can choose not to. I honestly could not give a rat's ass.
Thank you oh-so much to the people who have messaged me the last few weeks, just to check if I'm okay, to compliment me on my writing skills, whatever. Whatever the reason, thanks for caring: thank you for devoting twenty or so seconds to me, just to see what's going on.
I was going to just delete my account on here, and leave it all behind, but I have a few people who read my stories and genuinely like them, so for that reason, I'll keep going. Just for you guys.
If anyone cares enough to read this, then wow, you must've been bored.
Doubt anyone will read this, but hey. It got a lot of stuff off my mind and into a random void of the internet no one can be bothered to look.
-halo
oxoxo
posted at 11:51 am EDT | 2 comments
