My Last Day

Day 8,

So I'm a weak late, I DONT GIVE A FUCK OKAY!?

I'm sorry, I haven't been myself lately. My uncle is pissed at me cause hes an ass, I miss having anyone, I hate how the kids are brats, I can't be home no matter where I go.. yeah fucking awesome.

Anyway today was the last day of school, I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not yet though. School was my only alone time you know? no you don't, cause no one is there.. today was enjoyable for all my old friends I left behind, Me? I just stayed my fucking anti-social self...

I hate my life, I would drink bleach but I don't want to spend the next hours throwing it back up..

This hasn't been the most productive post.. I don't care anymore, nobody reads this bullshit anyway. And I'm sure as hell not showing anyone unless I'm on my deathbed..

Which reminds me.. I'm gonna start my bucket list... perhaps that will be my next post..

Origami Kitteh

Me, having nothing much to talk about anymore, has decided to post about my retarded cat. Sad isn't it? yeah, I'll get back into posting one day, but for now your gonna have to live with my random shit. deal with it.

So I'm watching my gay TV (It's a piece of shit and half the screen stays black) and "The Fat Ass" (what an awesome title to hold) walked over to a folded piece of poster paper on the ground. At first I was thinking he was just going to lay down on it (I don't see how cats can be comfortable anywhere, their lives shouldn't be so good.) But instead he placed one foot (or paw?) on the folded side of the paper, and with the other paw attempted to unfold a corner of the paper of the SAME side his first paw was already on.

And for AT LEAST ten minutes I was memorized by this cats attempt to unfold the edge. But his determination (no joke, this cat's face was more serious than serious itself) brought me to thinking; what if my lazy fat ass cat is actually a f'cking origami ninja? Perhaps this feline wasn't attempting to unfold the paper but get that corner to turn into a mother f'cking mouse. Maybe my cat is a sex god too, hell yeah, I bet all the pussies love him. Maybe my cat isn't a cat at all. Maybe my cat is Jesus and he's gonna damn everybody to hell for poking his fat rolls.

Nah, there's no way. My pissy-fat-dumbass cat is pissy, fat, stupid, and useless. nothing more... or is he?

Somewhat Late

Day 7,
I think... I'm really not sure what week this is... ANYWAY..

So I kinda forgot what happened last week- "WELL MAYBE IF YOU WOULD POST WHEN YOUR SUPPOSED TO WE WOULDN'T HAVE THIS PROBLEM WOULD WE!?" - but yeah, I'm not sure how much longer I can do this. I don't have motivation to blog anymore.. not only that but I feel that no one is there to read my posts. seriously my blog is close to 200 views and I know 90% are from me going back and re-reading and editing posts.

"theres so many of us theres so many of theres so many..." ignore that.. I just f'cking love this song..

THATS another thing.. lately I've been typing f'ck instead of fuck.. what is that supposed to mean?

I really, have nothing to talk about..

my current status: I'm ok.. waiting for my stalker to get online.. and.. f'ck it I'll find something to talk about one day...

f'ck you all...

Dairy of a Vegetarian Zombie

There Once was a Zombie named Zen, He was not like other zombies. That's right, he was a freakin' vegetarian zombie. What? Just because he has blood dripping from his face and reeks of the odor from the deceased he has to enjoy a meat sandwich? Fuck that! This zombie is legendary, this zombie is a unique zombie, this zombie's name is Zen, he is also a vegetarian.

Days of The Apocalypse - By Zen

Day 1: Holy shit I can't believe I'm a zombie. Last thing I can recall is that I was hiding in the safe house. And considering I have chunks missing from various parts of my body, I'm going to assume I was bitten. Now where are those assholes who failed to protect me?

Day 2: So the other night I got hungry and I wondered; since I was a meat-eating carnivore in my past life, should I be into veggies now? And I thought I don't exactly need any more flesh hanging from my face than I already have anyway. So I guess I should look for plants? If only I knew what was healthy, I wouldn't want a double infection.

Day 3: That goddamned cauliflower burned what's left of my stomach, fuck you vegetation. I'm currently regretting my decision to eat healthy. Oh well off to go purge some more organs from my deteriorating body.

Day 4: HOLY MOTHER FUCKER!!! my stomach is less morbid looking. Some of the holes are filling up, and I'm no longer leaking acid. Maybe this diet isn't that bad, even if it tastes worse than my ex's vagina.

Day 5: My last journal made me think of something, can zombies have relationships? I'm still trying to find my place in zombieland. Should I pick up a job? Should we trade surplus bodily parts for wage? I'm really not sure.

Day 6: I figured it out, this new world is our world. Fuck working I wanna go find a pretty undead woman to get laid with. Now let's see, so far out of what I've seen, my choices are as follows: missing limbs, possible brain damage, or the ones that make the phrase "I can see right through you" never seem so literal. Eh fuck it, back to my hunt for lettuce. Girls are only trouble anyway.

Day 7: Today I've decided to look around for some more plants to store in my shed. I saw an old farm next to the school house, perhaps I'll go there tomorrow. I shall, and I will harvest and eventually consume more disgusting plants! ... Oh boy, I really need to find a hobby...

Day 8: I am now at the farm, It seems as if there is no food left to pick here but I did manage to find what I think are herbs that may be able to help me repair certain parts of my body. Hey out here appearance is everything- --------- - -

Day 9: I did it! I finally found someone to have for dinner! Call me a rude bitch I don't care. It's mightily lonely out here on this damn farm, so ya' know when I see someone walkin' around I figured I might as well capture them. Cathin' things was the only thing I ever learned from my grandaddy. Anyway, I guess I probly should travel around and look for some spices, cause' I'm planning a hell of a dinner. -love, Stacy

Day 10: Ow. WhAt ThE HeLL HaPPEnD? ... MmY abiLitY t0 wrIte is SLightlY HindErEd. PERHaPS !f I 5WitcH @rmS, OW! FUCK! Okay that's better. Whew, that was weird, last thing I remember before reading that disturbing post by who knows who, I was in the garden picking herbs. Then my vision went black and I fell asleep, I guess not having a pulse isn't as convenient as one may think. Dammit, why does this keep happening? Anyway, my legs are wrapped in barbed wire and tied to the bathtub. And one of my arms is missing it's bones, which I'm guessing are the bones that the dog is chewing on right now. Why the hell does the virus not affect animals. Oh well I'll kill it when I figure out how to go mobile. On another note, I'm not sure if this is a good sign yet. Also I'm still unsure how I got here or where the hell I am, but I look forward to the dinner this person is gonna cook for me, maybe she'll even be decent looking. But I'll get back to you on that one.

To be continued...

Welcome to Fucking Insanity

day 6,
I'm a night late, oh well. I can't believe it's be six weeks since I started this new cure. anyway..

Oh my fucking god this whole being alone/liking girls is gonna end with me running down the road with a gun in one hand and flowers in the other. It started with that girl I was mad at. I liked her last summer (god that was ages ago,) that didn't go well (long story short.) So yeah I was mad at her, but because I thought she was the most beautiful thing in the world (at the time) her look became my new "type."

Then there was the other girl next to my fourth hour class that fit my new type perfectly (I still think shes fucking sexy, the fact that she refuses to wear non-transparent shirts probably adds to that though.) But later I found out she liked rap music and had a preppy personality (I can fucking read people better than a written plot for a cheap porno.) And I hate preppy people...

So in search for a new lead, I was contacted by the first girl. All of my anger once again disappeared and I listened to what she had to say (I swear I need to stop doing this, why is she so damn hard to stay mad at? Apparently I'm not the only one good at mind fucking. I'll get you one day you innocent-yet-heartless piece of goddamned perfection.) ...Getting back on topic; She convinced me to join this Emo-Gothic website to flirt with girls. And that's exactly what I did.

And then I met the girl I'm currently contemplating about (she's described in a previous post, girls girls girls gonna be the death of me.) Anyway, the fact that we live so far apart is killing me, mainly because she's got the best personality I never knew existed, even if she's not playboy bunny, I still.. oh whatever. Perhaps I'm better off asexual.

As, for family stuff, my step dad is... well my step dad. I still don't share with anyone related to my family my personal problems. Which I think it's an issue that I don't trust my own damn family, I mean who else can I really rely on? The kids are still bitchy, and I'm still unappreciated. Also my grades have fallen in school and math isn't looking easy to pull up, if I cant get higher than a C in all my classes I can kiss my summer goodbye.

My current state of mind.. Well I guess it's not too worse or better than usual. Still wishing that if this cure is gonna work, it needs to stop teasing and fucking take off the panties already. Seriously, it's been to damn long with this in my head.

But I'll live to post once again, Even though the only one reading my posts is me... oh well I suppose I should go to bed now.. Goodnight Joey.

Girls Girls Girls Gonna Be the Death of Me

Ok so I decided the Amber chick was impossible, and she didn't have the personality I'm looking for anyway. This weekend the person that I was mad at started talking to me, and I instantly forgot everything I was mad about. Perhaps I am an idiot for my inability to stay mad at her. But today my post isn't about her. No, today my post is about a complete stranger.

The girl I was mad at asked me to join this site that's dedicated to Gothic-Emo-Punk people. At first I was like, oh god this CAN'T be good. But I signed up for it anyway, filled out the profile information accordingly, and uploaded an accurate profile picture. After that was all said and done, Britney sent me a couple link to girls I was supposed to befriend.

-ThatDarkAngel- is her user name, the new perfect design. This girl was already good looking to me when I went to her profile, so I decided to shoot her an IM. Just before I went to close the window, I got a reply.

We talked all night until I went to bed. And I thought she was pretty fun to talk to so I was looking forward to talking to her again. I decided to further investigate her personality, and as I was going through her pictures, I stumbled upon something that shocked me from the inside out.

It was a beautiful blue racing oval kart. Equipped with a Briggs & Stratton Animal 20hp 7100 rpm engine. After I found out this was hers I almost shit myself, literally. Go Kart racing has always been a childhood fantasy of mine, and this girl was doing it. It's not that I'm jealous, cause that's not it at all. All that mattered was that I now had someone who enjoyed vehicles as much as I did.

Today I found out shes interested in another thing that most people aren't, guns. Now we're not TOTAL freaks okay, we're not going to shoot up our schools or anything. We simply just find guns beautiful. She's even got her own pistol, even if I am a shotgun guy, something tells me that we could become great friends.

As we keep talking I find yet, even more things we have in common. We both hate Rap, and we both love rock. She even draws occasionally just like I do. What are the odds that I would find a person just like me? And a girl for that matter, a weird, cute girl just like me.

I would love to deny that I care, but I don't want to lie. I've been talking to her for three days now, her parents are just like my step dad so we relate there as well. I know how she feels, we share hobbies, we like the same things. So her personality is almost perfect.

Today she pretty much told me she loved me, and I responded truthfully. Me and this girl would be perfect If there wasn't the major obstacle in our way, over 1,000 miles of land. Something about the distance between Florida and South Dakota can really make you realize how big the earth seems. It's like a sharp pain in my stomach, I want her so bad, but I know it's impossible.

I haven't felt like this since... too long.

(also my step dad just walked in, he thinks I'm on facebook and sighed like the fucking disappointment that I am. Fuck him.)