The Wish Day

I name this day the unofficial wish day.

And I shall start.

I wish I had a normal mother with a sense of style, a few working braincells, no alcoholism, who's not actually the most insufferable, disgusting and malevolent bitch in my family. (And trust me, my family is not as fun as it sounds... We have a shitload of insane bitches, for example me...)

I wish I could find an actual, long term job which does not require me to travel through the whole city for 2-3 hours and actually pays ok. Well, I'm working on it, honest. It's just hard to get your first job without any experience. Oh boy...

I also wish I did not have allergies and asthma, so I could actually leave this frikkin flat and not feel like my lungs have been torn out, that my eyes are so itchy even clawing them out would be an impovement and that I'm suffocating in general. Joy of joys, I tell you.

I also wish I didn't have this urge to curse people, because it's pretty hard not to. But I am so not going to curse without reason. Things go bad when you do.

At the moment... that's it. Feel free to add more.

Zonked out

Still not in the mood to ditch out Sci-Fi Harry. It sucked, let it be enough.

Anyway. I'm also avoiding political issues inside my country and outside of it, since I can't do a single thing about them. Were I in a position to do so, I'd shoot every idiot in the head. See?

Sooo.... about global warming. Something like that happaned once already, or at least something that left Greenland green. I mean besides the old sources stating that it was green, what lunatic (besides me) would name an island full of ice and cold Greenland? Repeat after me: green. See? Not hard at all.

Also, if people were that worried about it, they would do something about it. Nah, they are not worries about it. Am I sure about that? Sure. Are they panicking? No. Then they are not properly worried.

Nowadays, worry means shit. We all worry about... world peace. So we help the most idiotic race of all, the Americans (that was a joke btw - just not the idiotic part) shoot people in Iraq. Sure. World peace my ass.

If it were up to me I'd let the suicide bombers duke it out with America. They reap what they sow, simple as that. While I don't go and hit every idiot on the head just because they deserve it, America attacks people left and right because they might have done something to deserve it. (Like have oil in their lands. Pathetic.)

And that's the end for today. I take my painkillers, drink some warm tea with honey and calm down.

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.

Gods, pease obliterate the idiots!

Dunno what came over me, but I went to look for esoteric jewellery on the net. (Ok, I just wanted to get some inspiration for my next pendant...)

But seriously... These are IDIOTS!
I'm not joking. They put up a jewish hexagram as a pentagram. Boy, will the little witch feel surprised when she meets a few overenthusiastic German guys who have a thing for jews. Ooops?

Then... Hermes' staff. They called it an ankh. *dying scream* Can you say idiots?

Well, I wrote a letter to the pentagram-jewish hexagram guys. I prolly insulted them to ashes, and I prolly shouldn't have written that letter in the first place (just let natural selection do its work), but I have a heart.


(Yeah, bored to tears by the studying. Why else would I go for cheap thrills like these...)

Back to square one. My mother is a royal bitch, and it was no friggin approvement on her part that she maybe started getting saner.
She stayed as mad as she was and she sure as hell should have been accepted to the ward so that she could be locked up properly away from sane people, from me she loves to hurt and there she should have learnt a little humility. Friggin hysterical bitch as she is. Oh, I hoped so very much that she came and hurt me, so that I could go in to the police and report her, or just hit her so hard in self protection that she would never ever come close to me again - but she didn't. Too bad, really.

My father is no better now than she is. Trust me on that. As soon as he neared his fifties he gone and went properly mad. Kudos to him, but now I have two insane parents who love to unleash all their anger on me, and I have nothing, absolutely nothing to do.
Guess I'll find myself a place to sleep for today. Either grandparents or ...where? Dunno, honestly, but I'm NOT STAYING IN THIS GODDAMNED HOUSE FOR ANY LONGER!