Coulisse’s Blog

Actually, I somehow highly doubt that the school’s firewall would block this place. They’re putting so much energy into blocking places like Facebook, MySpace, Addicting Games, etc., that I guess they don’t have the time or smarts to block the coolsites like deviantArt, and this, of course. So, this is French class, and we’ve basically done nothing this entire time. Except watch TV and draw. And now we’re in the computer lab, about seven minutes to the bell. This is kind of boring. But the Vice Principle or whatever she is keeps walking by, and I’m starting to feel very on edge. I’m at the computer closest to the opening of the aisle, so you see how well that works. Of course, I’m the only one doing something that looks in the least bit academic. Everyone else is playing games and stuff.

‘Kay, four or less minutes to the bell. Not much to say now. Oh… nah, nevermind. We have a sub for a few classes because of some trip for all the music-ish students… So yeah. See you.

If I do not succeed in finding those damn deleted scenes from Eragon on YouTube (already tried, they’re not there), any other part of the internet, get the special edition on Netflix, or even somehow purchase the special edition, I’m going to personally go to my friend’s house and steal it. Then watch it. Then return it. I’m sick of not finding the damn deleted scenes! I only found one or two of seven, and I’m not very happy with the outcome in that matter. But, I have managed to find a few amusing things, and one’s here. Hey, found a hate one, that I don’t dislike, because it’s kinda funny… [link]. Hope I don’t get punched in the face. AGH. STOP HIDING THEM FROM MEEE. And stop with the reviews and explaining what the hell is on the DVD!

Well, other than that, I went to see The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian with some friends yesterday. Must say, there was violence, and some small parts lost my attention, but overall, it was a pretty sweet. And Caspian was hot. His hair was nice. Was kind of freaked out when I read that he was 26 years old. Damn, he hides it well.

But, anyways, I’m dropping those quotes that I like to include at the end. Gah. I just get too lazy some times. Whatever. I probably include enough links to keep whoever reads this occupied.

Ahem. This is comment on my previous post. That I deleted. I’m responding to it.

“take a chill pill life could be worse you could be dead so shut the fuck up and move on with your life quite your bitching and just move on or youll hate your life even more and that is no fucking fun trust me i know”

First of all, being dead isn’t such a big problem for me. I’ll accept death nice and easy when it comes. Two, that story. I’ve worked on it for nine months. I’ve lost sleep, skipped meals, dealt with hefty amounts of stress, and those little annoying things called headaches. I’m ready to sacrifice my leg for that story. Yes, I was bitching, though. I’m pretty sure that it’s a very human thing to do. I mean, I’ve been trying to not freak out and be cool, but I guess it just escapes my system. So sorry if I was trying to rid myself of stress. Besides, I’m sure that I’ve made it well clear that this is my vent. And if I haven’t, then who cares? I’m just a stupid kid with a blog that they vent to. So sue me. But I digress.

So, yes, it is only Tuesday. I was going to write more, but this insolent comment has put me out of the mood to write any further, so that’s it for today. Not even going to include a bloody quote.

HAPPY FREAKING TUESDAY.

Ugh. If only you knew how fucking much I just want to cry in a corner. I don’t know how it happened, but my story is no longer on my flash drive. I just called my friend who has an exact copy on her computer, but she wasn’t awake (I don’t BLAME HER; 6:45 in the goddam morning!), and her parents answered, and I’m so fucking sure they just about hate me right now. But I’m supposed to call right before seven, but it just sucks because they probably hate me, and I’m without my story, and I actually started crying. I almost did start crying when I was talking to her parents. God, I feel like such a bitch. And a retard. Ugh. Now I’m so close to crying again, it’s not even funny. And I can’t eat. And the Tokio Hotel concert that I was supposed to go to go canceled. Which shits even more.

And now I’m letting my cursing get out of control, but who really gives? Damn it, I’m so ready to just fall in a ditch and die. I feel like such a retard. UGGGGGH. DAMN IT!!!

She’s emailing right now, and I’m crying like a fucking moron, and I just hate the world right now. I really do. Fucking bastards that put so much stress on me. Damn it. Just go to hell. Everyone I hate just needs to go to hell. I’m serious. Go. Now.