so i'm sad and i feel lonely

Okay, so, this Kony 2012 stuff? While I agree, he's a bad person and the situation needs attention, I object to so many people blindly leaping to action and outrage without taking the time to do any research. I also object to giving money to an organization (Invisible Children) that only gives a small percentage to actually helping. It seems like this horrible ordeal has just been used as a tool to further the careers of the filmmakers. That is not right.

I feel like this happens a lot these days. And it's so stupid, because everyone posting about it is on a machine wherein they could read further about everything, including the shady organization. Everyone just needs to cool it and learn to question things and imagine things complexly. There's no cut-and-dry answer here, even though we all wish there was.

Urrrgh. Sorry. I'm just tired of seeing that video linked everywhere and reading the "KONY 2012" comments. It's good that people care but it's inconsistent caring, and that bothers me.

I feel stuck between lazy and restless. I wish there was a word for that. Lately, I've been starting a lot of things and then either forgetting about them or losing interest. Maybe S.A.D. is real. But I don't feel sad. I feel F.R.U.S.T.R.A.T.E.D. ...

Fucking Raging Under Stressful Test Rituals Assigned To Educate Dumbasses.

I thought way too long about that.

I want The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo to win all of the Academy Awards.



Usually, I try not to care about such things, but have you seen that film? Have you read the book(s)? Such a good story! It's not very difficult to see why I like it so much...

One of the downsides of popular songs is that, even when they're good and enjoyable, they become OVER-PLAYED, to the point where I can't like them anymore. There should be rules to combat this. Maybe each radio station takes turns with the song, so it's not played on all of the stations? Same with stores; each store gets to play the CD or whatever and then pass it along.

Wow, a date auction and now everyone's grumpy and up in arms. I could have predicted this.

I have been losing self control, where left-over Halloween candy is concerned. I see it and I eat it.

The last thing I need upon leaving the hospital is to have cameras and people in my face. I don't want to talk to you. I want to go home and sleep in my own bed!

So more and more people are being sent into isolation. I think I'm turning into a hypochondriac over this. I don't feel sick, but my head is starting to hurt. Probably just stress and agitation. I mean, how could I not have a headache in here?

Isolation might help with that. But I'd really rather not be sick. I'll just ask for some Aspirin.

Sure, yeah, being locked up in quarantine is one way for me to regain focus.

Shiiiiii-it.

I am probably the worst person when it comes to wasting time. Today's goal was to work on my art portfolio, and I spent far too many hours on Tumblr. I think I got half of a useable drawing done.

I should just disconnect my router until I've graduated.

I feel ill about what happened in Georgia last night. Just... ill. That's not to say I think they should've just let him go with no further questions. But to kill him, when there were doubts about his guilt? To kill him, based on unfair and/or unsound evidence? It makes me shake with anger. I fucking cried last night. And I'm not a cryer.

( creepy crawly... )

Can you tell I'm looking forward to Halloween?

This orb spider incessantly builds webs in the doorway of my grandparents' sliding glass door at night. I keep knocking them down so people can go outside without being webbed, but she keeps coming back and rebuilding. I greatly admire her tenacity.

I wish I could've been on the East coast to take pictures of that hurricane. The only things people want me to take pictures of here are weddings and babies. Neither of which are scary, unless I'm allowed to choose the costumes and make-up. And I never am.

You know one thing I really can't stand?

Well, I also can't stand when I'm answering people's questions and they're talking over me, and then they ask me the same fucking thing I just answered while they were talking.

Hate hate hate.

If you want my help, don't be an asshole when I try to help you.

All these people whining about their parents lately need to shut the fuck up. At least you've got parents. And they obviously care about you or they wouldn't be in your life. No one who has parents fully gets along with them. Seriously. And those of us without them would probably sell a limb or two in order to have what you have.

So shut

the fuck

up.


Thank you.

An Open Letter To Vitamin Water --

I hate you. You are one of the most evil things in the world. You're so delicious and so full of lies. I know you're not good for me, but I read your labels and I have to buy you. In a way, you're like a metaphor for society's problems: fake and you know it, easily accessible and addictive even if it goes against our better judgment.

I'd say I'll stop buying you, but you and I both know that's a lie, too.

All my hate,
April Horowitz

You know, I used to hate being late to the party in terms of pop culture references or fads and stuff (god, I hate the word "fad"), but lately, I've been really enjoying the feeling that comes from finally getting things. I feel like, if I'd been on the train when it arrived at the station, I'd miss the fun of running to catch it. You know?

Running is fun. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me, but I'm feeling kind of... upbeat? But talk to me again after work tonight.