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2004 24 March :: 9.15 pm
:: Mood: depressed
:: Music: AFI ~ Soap Box Derby
Sick of People
I'm fed up with everyone. I try, I really do try to talk to people, but most of the time I jsut get ignored. I ended up in an MSN conversation with two good friends, and they just ignored everything I said and acted like I wasn't there, so in the end I just left.
Great, I'm crying now. Over a stupid conversation. I'm sick of myself.
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2004 24 March :: 6.02 pm
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2004 24 March :: 5.49 pm
:: Mood: bored
:: Music: AFI ~ The Leaving Song Pt.II
Ranting
I did that stupid controlled coursework today, and I don't think it went too badly. I wrote nearly twice as much as my annoying once-friend who sits next to me (not my idea) and she planned hers beforehand and memorised it all.
She irritates me so much. She's so narrow-minded all the time (that came from her strong Christian upbringing, methinks.) I have to sit with her in English as well, and we're analysing newspaper articles, which is absolute hell with her nearby. We were reading a fairly controversial article, and she started on about how much she disagreed with it, so I mentioned that I actually agreed with somne of the points to an extent. Never again. I inadvertantly sparked off a bit of a debate with her, in which she completely missed the point of the article, and basically projected the author of the piece onto me, and started arguing as if I was the author, or that I totally agreed with all the the points raised. I accepted her opinion, and I could see where she was coming from, even if I didn't agree, but she just ignored everything I said and carried on with her own argument. I just give up with her.
She's awful, really. When she talks I listen to her, and if someone else wants to talk with me, I politely bring the conversation to a close. She, on the other hand, just turns away and leaves the conversation hanging, and completely blanks me. She doesn't even notice when I leave soon afterwards. I wouldn't mind, since I don't like her, but then she expects me to be friendly to her all the time. Next time she does that I'll probably completely flip and yell at her. That would be fun.
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2004 23 March :: 10.10 pm
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2004 23 March :: 10.02 pm
:: Mood: gloomy
:: Music: Lostprophets ~ Hello
I have Spanish controlled coursework to do tomorrow, but I haven't memorised it. I don't think I need to really, though, all I need is to remember some verb endings and it'll all come off the top of my head when I write it, like the way I wrote it out today.
Wow, this song always makes me depressed, I like the lyrics, though:
Hello Again
Hello again
Why so old?
Wasn't time your friend?
I must be told
Hello again
It seems so long
Since we last met
How has it gone?
Don't accept the blame
I would, I would not complain
Cause im sure it wasn't your own fault
That you never made it out your vault
Just lock the door and find some time
To scream, to scream again
Just say when
And you'll stop the pain
Of your life
Bring it to an end
Just say when
And you could make amends
Just say hello, say hello again
Hello again
See it's not that hard
No dead ends
Even though your scars
Don't accept the blame
I would, I would not complain
Cause im sure it wasn't your own fault
That you never made it out your vault
Just lock the door and find some time
To scream
Just say when
And you'll stop the pain
Of your life
Bring it to an end
Just say when
And you could make amends
Just say hello, say hello again
You have no home
You lost your throne
Where has it gone
Well it could all come back
But you're being led by the walking dead
You stumble and you crack the ground
You're pinned down
Just say when
You could stop the pain
Just say when
And you could make amends
Just say hello, say hello again
Hello again, Hello again, Hello again, Hello again, Hello again
It's not the end
If you just say
Hello again
[Lyrics copywright Lostprophets]
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2004 23 March :: 6.26 pm
:: Mood: depressed
:: Music: Spineshank ~ Falls Apart
Computer Trouble Again
Fucking computers can be such a hassle sometimes. Half the programs I use on mine aren't working properly and I'm sick of it. I'm not usuallly one to criticize Apple, but I think they made a mess of Panther (10.3). Then again, it could be my computer, because my dad's running the same version on his laptop, which is a lot newer than my iMac, and his works fine. He suggested I clear some more space on the hard disk, which should me easier now he's bought a separate drive which is much bigger than my computer. I don't know how much it is in total, but my partition alone is over 50GB, and it's the smallest of the three sections. My iMac is a mere 19GB because it's four years old or so now. (It was top-of-the-range at the time.)
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2004 20 March :: 3.15 pm
:: Mood: depressed
Nothing like a long trip into town followed by trying to make a mother's day card with a creative block to ruin a day. My dad's been at me half the time because I coudn't find the CD my mother wanted and I didn't know what kind of flowers she likes. It was all directed at me, I could tell. Just because my precious sister found the book my mother wanted. I guess it's my fault Woolworths were sold out, and that my mother doesn't want any other CDs at the moment.
I now have to make a card, but I can't draw at the moment. I just try and try, but everything comes out wrong. Every time I have to make a card for someone, there's this angonising thought process to work out what to draw, and then I just can't draw it. I keep forgetting to add tone to my drawings, and they get worse every time. I'm completely drained of creativity at the moment.
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2004 19 March :: 9.55 pm
:: Mood: impressed
I've been listening to the Lostprophets album I got for my birthday, and was definitely worth asking for. It's a brilliant album, even better than The Fake Sound of Progress. Completely makes up for the fact that my 15+ tetanus shot I had done earlier today is twinging and aching alternately.
I spent and hour and a half out of school because of it; there was a big long wait beforehand, then a smaller wait afterwards to see if I passed out. Thankfully, I didn't, though I was a little queasy for a while.
And it's the weekend at last... though I daresay it'll pass too quickly. I can't be bothered to write any more.
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