The End of The World and Other Funny Stories

So far I understood, the End of the World will come (insert eerie music). Demons shall became of humans and dragons will rise and fight the evil overlords for a piece of scorched, parched, polluted and destroyed lump of mud called Earth...

And it's the only game in town.

You so gotta see this.

Totally Reformed

Well, what normal people couldn't achive, a group of occultists just did.

I decided to stay on the path of normal people. I mean seeing that many insane, stuck up and not to mention scary people all grouped together, talking about dragons and demons and the end of the world and dying in the fight... Sheeesh.

It sure made a huge impact on me.

Seriously, I was thinking of calling the nice guys with the tailor-made white jackets. I mean sure, I had the odd thought or two (or more), but I never dreamed I was a dragon or some imaginary forest creature. It even entered my mind to become a religious Catholic jut to escape the insanity... and repent.

These people are too far gone to realize that if they indeed came to this Earth to do things in disguise, they would have to blend in, and not be total oddballs. More so if they are indeed getting ready for some badass fight or another. (Nah, they are just living in their own little world and... I hope never to cross path with most of them. There is one I wanna cross paths tho. And I want to stuff his nuts down his throat and enjoy seeing him swallow them.)

No. Actually I think they were insane, and nothing else. One or two of them sure was nice, but I felt like I was under interrogation most of the time. And I do NOT enjoy that. (During it I was listing the mental illnesses they must have.)

Also, I'm taking down my dream blog for this reason. I feel my dreams are my own concern, and so far too many have been privy to them. I do not enjoy hearing them back, warped by a third party, molded to their own liking. I also do not enjoy them demanding for information they feel I may hold. (Which I do not by the way.)

No, my dreams will be better off cathegorized by me and stored safely. It's a bit vindictive of me, but I feel abused, and that is what happens when I do.

I crawl back into my little corner and seal up my things.

Sometimes I think if I didn't have my family, I'd be bored and I'd be a full sunshine and smiles person.
Also, I wouldn't have my psychological issues either.

Goth

I have read "Goth" tonight, which is a manga by the way.

Words don't really describe it. It's deep, ugly and abhorrent. I couldn't say I hated it.

Warrrrghhh

So far I have read books, watched tons of anime, watched some Clinton-Obama bitchfight and ate some sushi. And I'm going insane.

I'm driven up against at least 3 walls. I can't leave the flat, since dressing requires movements that may very well pull my stitches. Also, if I move too much, I either take some painkillers and knock myself out or I'm going to snivel and whimper like some pathetic puppy. How annoying is that?

Also, I tried shovers. The first thing is that the much-moving still applies here. So I tried to do as much as I could with minimum movements and one hand. Try to wash your back with one hand. Good luck. Also, the covering on the scar is not waterproof, so half the time I had to quickly scrub away the water aiming to wet the only dry place on my body... It was like it happened deliberately. (Scar is not supposed to meet water until after the stitches are out. Stitches are not out.)

So I had my fun with the shower. Good thing I had taken some painkillers, otherwise I would have woken the whole house up with the moaning. Also, I used up one towel just by wiping water away from the scar-area. It still got wet. Just a little bit.

Why do I get stitches in some of the most impossible places anyway? Grrrrrrr.

Well, at least it'll be a funny story when I'll be old and wrinkly. If I live till I get old. But with the tension in world politics... who knows?

Favourite quote of the month

"'I have come too early,' he said then; 'my time has not come yet. The tremendous event is still on its way, still travelling - it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time, the light of the stars requires time, deeds require time even after they are done, before they can be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than the distant stars - and yet they have done it themselves.'"

Guess where it's from. Using Google is considered cheating.