Apparently I’m going offline right now. The smelly brown pile of elephant shit that is my mother just orally defecated that I need to unplug the DSL so she can return the modem. Smack. I really hate that whore. Well, more later.

> A Perfect Circle - Judith

Was bored, so I put on some headphones and cleaned out the kitchen cabinets. Tomorrow I’m officially going offline, I’m going to backup everything and pack Leslie up, so if I’m unavailable online and/or I don’t reply to your e-mails, that’s why. Well, I’m going to ask my mom when we can get some CD-Rs, then retreat to my room and play Neopets or Diablo II, if it’ll run.

She keeps bugging me to “help her”. As in, pack up her shit that she was too fucking lazy to throw out when we weren’t moving, and pack her stupid shit she keeps for no goddamn reason. Talk about one’s posessions owning them, she’s a case in point. I can’t stand her stupid effervescent fake laughter, I want to hit her in the head with a frying pan every time she does it. I’m going to have my headphones on the whole fucking time we are traveling, that’s when she does the fake laughter shit the most. I want to jam a broken pencil into her head every time I hear it. I can’t wait until I don’t have to see her fucking face ever again. Only three months, god.

My mother won’t leave me alone, I FUCKING HATE HER SO MUCH. SHE WILL NOT LET ME DO ANYTHING WITHOUT FUCKING BOTHERING ME ABOUT IT I WISH SHE WAS DEAD, I WOULD NEVER HAVE TO HEAR HER FUCKING ANNOYING VOICE ANY MORE. I WOULD LOVE TO FUCKING RIP HER GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING THROAT OUT. I feel like telling Dad about her whole little plan. She is such a BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE HER MORE THAN ANYONE ON THIS EARTH. ONE MORE DERISIVE COMMENT TO ME FOLLOWED BY AN INSULT ABOUT ME TO HER FRIEND THAT’S HELPING HER PACK AND I REALLY WILL SLIT HER FUCKING THROAT. SHE FUCKING INSULTS AND INSULTS ME AND ALL THAT FUCKING BUBBLY LAUGHTER, I WANT TO CAUSE HER MORE PAIN THAN ANYONE HAS EXPERIENCED ON THIS EARTH. I WANT TO BEAT THAT STUPID FUCKING WHORE SENSELESS. GOD I CAN’T WAIT TO BE FREE OF HER FUCKING ORAL DEFECATION, EVERY TIME I HEAR HER TALK I WANT TO PUKE. I WILL BE SO FUCKING HAPPY WHEN I’M AT GAIL’S AND SHE’S AT GRANDMA & GRANDPA’S. THEN I’LL BE ABLE TO HAVE SOME GODDAMN FUCKING TIME TO MYSELF. GOD I WISH SHE WOULD FUCKING STOP TALKING TO ME, I HATE HER MORE THAN THE EARTH AND THE STARS, MORE THAN FUCKING MOLTEN LAVA, I WISH LAVA WOULD RAIN FROM THE SKY AND FUCKING BURN HER AND RIP HER FUCKING BONES AND FLESH APART. THAT IS HOW MUCH I FUCKING HATE HER.

> Marilyn Manson - Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety-Zag

I don’t really like that song, but I had it on so I’d finish these web pages I just spent two hours on. I finished my page on my past unrequited loves (but requited lusts), and I started revamping the about me page with a section on music, books, and movies. The movies pages I made, but the rest will have to wait until tomorrow. Well, so much happened today, I don’t know exactly where to start. Well, I woke up and got ready (in the stuff I was going to wear to the graduation), and realized that my bike was at school. I called my mom, and she picked me up. It was graduation rehearsal time (again) so she drove me to Mary Peacock. I arrived, immediately turned on my mp3 player, and blasted NIN for a while. Closer was up on full volume until we got started. We rehearsed, then I went outside to wait for my mom. I had called our house and her work and she didn’t pick up at either, so I assumed she knew when the practice would be over and that she was on her way. I waited for forty-five minutes, getting really pissed, when I finally called again. She was in her room, she had stepped out for a moment earlier (obviously when I first called). I went and waited for her again, she was there in about fifteen minutes. While I was hanging around I noticed a Mason plaque in the brickwork of the school. It perplexed me why a religious (cult?) organization would have a plaque at an elementary school. Eh, who knows. Well, we went and did some errands, then my mom and I went home. We zoned out for a while, I ate my sandwich and energy drink (40 calorie energy drink. yep. energy.) and my mom read this thank you book she’d gotten from the kids at Hansell Center. The kids wrote/draw cute things, as children do. My mom started getting ready, and I started working on the page about one of my lusts codenamed Schism. I had jotted down some relevant Nine Inch Nails lyrics before the practice, so I dug those out and used them as a model. Halfway through, it was time to go, but we didn’t have a camera, so we went to Shop Smart to get one of those cheap-o disposables. Actually we got a kinda pricy one, but that’s beside the point. I’m going to finish this post later, I just need to jot down the main higlights so I’ll remember got there…got pictures…saw ashley and hid…kept discman on…lined up with rude becky jo…went in heart pounding listened to people congratulate each other, evil shirley with jessica’s boy Matthew on the stage, walked out, antichrist gave me $200, lisa gave me a really nice card (reminder…email her) got a bunch of other cards, mike thought leaving my headphones on during the ceremony was interesting, George commented on my originality…sean asked what I was listening to…I replied NIN…(duh!?)…went to Denny’s with brenda, coveted my tassel, got nachos, crappy waitress, talked for a long time, went to brenda’s where our car was…styrofoam snowman…went home…mom asked how she looked…got ready for bed…here I am…god I hope this posts or I serously will kill someone