Alert:Psycho On the Loose!

A few things have happened since the last time that I posted. Saturday was nothing. I spent the entire day at my house, cleaning and doing a few chores around the house. I was suppose to decorate for Christmas, so I put up some nutcrackers in my room and called it quits. At least my room is festive. I ate some fruity pebbles. Lol, they are fucking D-licious.

Wow, that is not that interesting. But, oh well, it was really fun! Now on to the good stuff.

What the fuck is wrong with my mother. How about she was gone for a whole week, last week that is, on vacation in the mountains with all her friends. I thought that vacation was suppose to calm you and make you happy and relaxed, so that you could return to reality and function properly, refreshed. Guess not! Not for my mother. No, she came back ready to fucking kill people. I was home last night and I was asleep, and early at that, and I was awakened at like 3:00 in the morning to the sounds of my crazy ass mother telling my father that she is going to kill him and leave him. I was like, "What the fuck? I must be dreaming, because I know that this bitch is not here acting all stupid after she just got back off of vacation!" Sorry, it wasn't a dream. It was all real and right outside of my door. I was too tired to go out and say anything to her. I went right back to sleep.

Well, this morning, guess what happened? If you guessed "Awoken by crazy mother threatening to kill people" you are right! I woke up this morning to the sounds of my mother, outside my room, telling my father that she hates him and me and that she is going to kill the both of us. I don't know what is wrong with her. So I went outside and I started asking her what was wrong with her and why is she being such a bitch. She just ignored me and started crying and telling me that I was going to leave her house. I was like, "Whatever!" and I went to my room. She then started saying that she was going to take my truck and go to see my brother in prison, just to piss me off. She got the other set of keys from my father and started to get ready to leave. I was not about to let her leave in my truck so that I would have no way to leave. So I took a quick shower and got ready and left. Wow! Don't you want to come and stay the night?

Once I left, I went and got a cupcake and a mountain dew. I went to the college to see who no one was there; just my luck. Then I rode around for a while and wasted some time before going to my friend Barbara's house to see her. I hadn't seen her in a while and when I got there she was at church. I called her and told her I was there so she left and came home. We went riding in her new "ghettomobile." It is cool though. I like the tires. They are big and shiny. She called them "dubs", I was not familiar with that term. She never told me what the term meant, but I just figured it had something to do with "Bling, Bling!" We talked for a while and then she went and got some food from Krystals. I was hungry but I didn't want her to buy me anything, although she just got a $15,000 settlement from a car accident. We went riding around and she talked with people that I didn't know. We got back to her house and watched some gay porn on the internet. I restored her computer because it had 3 viruses and a parasite. I was talking to Miguel on the internet and I told him I was hungry. He told me that he and Stacey had ordered 2 pizzas and that I could go and it with them. I thought, ok, and so I went and ate pizza and it was good.

Somehow, I don't really remember, after we ate, Me, Miguel, Stacey, and Danielle watched some porn and laughed at it. It was funny and kinda weird considering we were at the college and watching it on Miguel's new laptop. Oh well. Porn watching is a very bonding experience. It allows friends to cum together. That is all that happened.

I am so happy that I don't HAVE to be at school again until Wednesday when I have a sociology final at 8:00 AM, which I think I am going to fail. Oh I am going to study alright, but that is not going to help. That shit totally goes over my head. I think it is because I spend all my time in that class drawing little men on my page. Yeah, that's prolly why! Whatever. OOOH...I know, I will make a list like Miguel.

Things I have to do:
-Eat fruity pebbles.
-Study for a sociology final (like it is going to make a difference).
-Make a collage for art, although not what one would technically think of as a collage, but something my retarded art teacher thinks a collage should look like.
-Learn my lines for my theatre final (the one about the bisexual, gay, eye-shadow wearing freak).
-Have my mother committed against her will (she is really crazy; I think I could get her a check...more money for me...Woot! - since when did I start saying f'in WOOT?).
-Listen to my new Wicked cd. Yay...I am so happy that I finally have it. Now I can dance around my room like a real fag.
-Enjoy Christmas break.

Well that was fun. I think I am going to comment on something. People who get shit they don't need from people who can't afford to give it to them. What the fuck. If you are poor and live in a house that used to be a trailer, I don't think you have $299.00 to blow on the one that you blow. Please. Who does that? Maybe I am just envious. That is prolly it. But I don't think so. Not of the expensive gift that is, just that I don't have someone to blow. Darn it! One day. SOON!

I don't think I am going to get anything for Christmas. People say they are going to get me stuff, but I don't expect anything from them, so I don't plan on it. Did that make sense? Yeah! I am not one to dwell on the fact that I don't have a "special someone", but I could really use one right now. Why? Just cause. I want to cuddle with someone. But I am obese and we all know that obese people don't cuddle. But wait, bears cuddle and they are obese. I hate that people assume that because I am "big-boned" I have never been intimate with someone else. It has happened people. Like Outkast said, "big girls need love too!" OKAY...that was suppose to be read in an uber-gay voice! I think my anorexia is working. I think I am going to throw in a little bulimia as well. That is not even funny. But I think it might work. I hate that in the gay community you have to be a fucking walking stick to get any attention, and somehow, if you aren't an anorexic twig, you are less gay. I think that shit is so fucked up. I mean, I know that I should and could and hopefully will loose some weight, but damn, give me a break. Not everyone is meant to be a fucking walking image of death.

Well, these people are trying to study for their finals and I think that I am hindering them. I don't see how, Miguel has his fucking headphones blasting Britney into his ears. His ass is going to be deaf. How can he possibly study with that shit on? What do you all think of John Mayer? Doesn't he look a little like a raccoon? I think so. Sorry Miguel, but he does! Well toodles for now. Until next time...me.