because he's fucking freaky and scares the shit out of me.
in fact the whole movie scared me and i got nightmares for weeks.
that's how big an impact spirits+ghosts+studioghibli material has on me.
DOES CHIHIRO END UP WITH HAKU (guy with the cleopatra cut)? DOES SHE? DOES SHE?
WHAT THE HELL, HE'S A RIVER SPIRIT? THEN HOW WILL THEY GET TOGETHER AND HAVE A HAPPILY EVER AFTER WITH LOTS OF BABIES?? WHAT THE HELL THIS IS ALL MESSED UP HASOIFHDSOFISD :'(
that just ruined my life.
i only wrote the above to distract me from the fact that i'm home alone.
i keep hearing noises. snufflings in the corridor outside my room, cars going past, tappings, creaks, drops of water- just little noises.
shit. just then a car door opened. fuck. i hate it when that happens.
i keep thinking OH MY GOD WHAT IF THAT'S SOME AX MURDERER AHHHFH.
fuck, i swear the shadow in the bathroom moved just then. fuck fuck fuck.
oh my god. something just shook. in the kitchen. something. oh my-
and you know what? today i have not done a pages' worth of homework. not even a sentence so i need a fking miracle for me to survive next week.
fuck. my brain is in kick-back mode and won't let me do much more than watch tv and eat junk food. this homework is making my mind/brain/mentalself deteriorate.
i don't know what i want.
i don't know what i expect
but i do know what i don't like and school definately falls in that category. i don't see the logic in burning half my life in hell then to do what? get a good job and lots of money? for what? to buy shit (pretty pretty pretty shit) and then die?
I DON'T WANT TO DIE.
ahh the prattlings of an idle brain..
.. those footsteps.. they're not footsteps are they? not really. they're not coming towards my house.. no they're not.. no..sit still.. don't breathe no don't go get a bat.. you know tennis racquets are meant to hit balls only right? ... golf club.. no it's okay.. it's fading .. shit no it's back again LEAVE ME ALONE OH MY GOD I'M GOING FUCKING DERANGED IM NEUROTIC AND NOW IN HYSTERICS.
i need motivation. inspiration. SOMEBODY SAVE ME.
that's right. i need somebody to save me. why can't i be born into the hilton family or have angelina jolie adopt me. then i could live the luxe life like the pig i am.
and have not a care in the world because i'd have a fucking wardrobe full of pretty things.
damnation. damnation and hell.
prince charming- if you're out there, this is your call.
.. hurry up.
im not a very patient person.
oh here it goes.
im crashing-imcrashingimcrashin-imcrashing - oops too late i've already crashed.
or will in the near future.
if i don't do my homework.
i will crash.
this blog is like the serpent short story.
it was a cool short story.
i need medical attention or attention of some sort
because you know what? fuck you and your opinions on me. (i'm joking it's actually quite amusing to observe+ i think you're pretty cool. when you're not bitching about me)
i'm an attention seeker. great job figuring that out sherlock.
of COURSE im an attention seeker, i'm a human being i THRIVE off attention.
and when i am speaking no doubt i want your undivided attention.
which makes me an attention seeker.
know what that means? - YOU'RE AN ATTENTION SEEKER TOO
AHHAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
you pretentious little prat
this is what happens when you consume three coconut whittaker's bars and a whole tub of mint choc chip icecream in the timespan of 2 days (most of which you spent asleep)
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