There's no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going.

Today's Title: Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

So, here's a sum up of the last 24-hours:
1) Get home from school, have a peanut butter sandwich, take a nap.
2) Go to grandma's house to take in trash cans/fix computer/hang out
3) Come home, watch Big Bang Theory, take a shower
Sounds fine so far don't it? Just Wait.

I get out of the shower to find my mom in hysterics. I go ask Taylor what happened (assuming the usual kind of fight), problem is no one knows. After about a half hour of trying to get her to calm down unsuccessfully, I call her therapist and Taylor runs for the nurse next door. Therapist doesn't answer (typical), nurse says that she's not calming down and to call 911. Next thing I know I'm trying to keep the dog under control while a bunch of paramedics come in and decide my mom should go to the emergency room. Taylor goes with her in the ambulance.

So then my dad and I gather what we need and follow them. We sit in the hallway for a while, then we stand because giant douche bag security guard says we aren't allowed to sit. Of course at this point I stressed out and really want to kill someone (good thing he was about a foot taller than me or I might have done something stupid). It takes until around midnight for anyone to see us, and by that time my mom is calmer and we decide that instead of waiting for another several hours to get a room it would just be better to go home.

So, that was my night. We got home around 12:30. Tried to go to be at that time. Couldn't sleep. At 6:00am told my alarm clock to go fuck itself and went back to bed.

For now everything's alright, but my mom's going to go see the psychiatrist today.

And here I thought maybe things were getting better and I could stop tiptoeing around my mom like she was a glass statue. So much for that, eh?

More later. I'm still wiped. Maybe later this week will be better.

Happy Birthday to me.

Evil's for me - you can have good!

S'easier by far, from the way that things are,
To remain good 'n' evil
Than try to be evil and good!

Today's Title: Jekyll and Hyde

The main point of this blog is that there is no point to this blog. On the other hand, Taylor sent me a website that generates evil plans for taking over the world. Mine goes thusly:

Congratulations on being the creator of a new

Evil Plan (tm)!

Your objective is simple: World Domination.

Your motive is a little bit more complex: To show them all

Stage One

To begin your plan, you must first assassinate a pope. This will cause the world to whisper among themselves, confused by your arrival. Who is this nightmare beyond comprehension? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good as a dark gunslinger?

Stage Two

Next, you must sabotoge the internet. This will all be done from a medieval castle, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will die in a way you just don't want to think about, as countless hordes of the undead hasten to do your every bidding.

Stage Three

Finally, you must unleash your plague of doom, bringing about an end to sanity. Your name shall become synonymous with dear god no, and no man will ever again dare roll his or her eyes. Everyone will bow before your cunning intelligence, and the world will have no choice but to make you their new god.

Granted I didn't put it on random, when you do that you get some pretty fun stuff.

If you care to try it out go here: http://www.darksites.com/evilplan.php

I have a dream, a fantasy... to help me through reality.

Today's Title: Mamma Mia!

Never could get the hang of Thursdays. Hitchhiker's reference? Anyone?

Nah.

Surprisingly, the title sounds a lot more depressed than I am. Actually in a fairly good mood. My grandma will pay me $50 to vacuum her house. Win.

This semester's being long and annoying, then again, so was 2nd semester last year...so nothing new there.

Why can't it be March yet? So many good things in March: Watchmen, Rent, birthdays galore, spring break, etc.

On the bright side, less homework recently. Lots of studying, but the actual workload is slacking. More to do next week, but I think that's the end of it.

Its almost over, guys. We've almost made it. The end of an era for better or for worse.

Let's hope for the better. I certainly do.

I just noticed that I write in very small paragraphs. And just tried to type that "smally". Whups.

I wanna watch musicals now. Lots and lots of musicals. We need a musical day. For those who like them. Mmmmm...musicals. XD

Not to mention of course, hating dear old mom and dad...

Today's Title: RENT (which I will spontaneously combust upon seeing LIVE! FTW!)

The title is a bit misleading... I don't hate them. But right now I am beyond the point of exasperation and wanting out.

And I honestly never thought I'd see the time when I was more annoyed on a daily basis by my mother than by my father.

I am sick to the bone of her being sick or depressed or tired or all of the above or whatever it is anymore. It's like walking on thin ice, or broken glass...or both, and trying not to say or do the wrong thing. Way to many "or"s in that paragraph.

But still. GAH! I can't win.

Now she even has a facebook, like I needed more places for her to be seeing things I say (or type) about loathing home.

9 more months. Or less. And counting.

I think the universe is trying to get back at me for being a cynical bastard. And I'm not even the worst. Bollocks.

Stark Raving Sane

Today's Title: Rosencranz and Guildenstern are Dead (what? I never said the plays had to be musicals, or maybe I did...oh well, don't care.)

I realize the fad of these was a while back, but I am currently in need of something mindless and fun to do. So here we are, the fabulous idea stolen from Nikki, who stole it from Woody, who stole it from Grace.

1. Who would you rather get stuck in handcuffs with, Nikki or Amanda?
That's an interesting question. I suppose Nikki, just because I've known her for longer, but all the same, that would end in awkwardness.

2.Do you trust Woody?
Even better question. Not to cause me bodily harm: not in the slightest. To give me back things that I lend her: yes.

3. Have you dreamt of Autumn before?
Can't say I have.

4. Name something you have in common with Caitlin?
Insanity? Theatre? Both? Something along those lines.

5. Would you open a mystery gift Trenton just gave you, without much hesitation?
Define much hesitation. Maybe a little. Trenton's a shifty gay-man.

6. Would you open a mystery gift Michelle just gave you, without much hesitation?
Yeah, probably. I trust her not to give me a bomb.

7. What's Sara to you?
Crazy fun random times and a good friend.

8. Amanda is actually Woody in disguise, you know.
OH GOD!!! My eyes/ears/brain! *twitch* Now there's two of her.

9. How do your and Brendan's talents add up?
Musical and non-musical. Can't think of another good one with something I'm good at that he isn't...that's quite sad. I suppose if you put us together, you'd end up with a hemaphrodite. That was a really random thought.

10. Does Taylor have any pets?
Yep. We has adorable puppy dog of doom.

Listen close to everybody's hearts, and hear that breaking sound

Title: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog (even though its not actually a musical, it fit the mood)

So, I give up. I give up trying to talk to my parents. I give up pretending that I'm not counting the days until I can leave. I give up forgiving and forgetting.

They want elitist. Fine.

I don't say anything and they put words into my mouth. Suddenly I think I'm above them. Lie. I think they are stupid. Lie.

I just think that they do stupid things for stupid reasons that I cannot fathom.

Everytime they assume, I end up being the one who is a spoiled elitist, or something on those lines. So, I give up.

I don't want to go to family therapy and spend an hour (or two or whatever) going through the same shit at in front of a therapist that we do at home. Dunno about everyone else in this house, but I don't forsee anything being accomplished.

I can't talk to people, I swear. It makes me uncomfortable. So, I'm sorry if this is the impression that everyone gets of me. I don't mean it. I guess maybe I should just stop talking entirely...then they'd have nothing to go off of. I wouldn't say the things that make them mad if they didn't make me. Can't I just be? I'm happier when left alone.

Too much school. Too much home. Nowhere is sacred anymore. Hell if I know where to go or what to do. Cut me some slack, I'm only 17.

Sorry I don't have their infinite wisdom that leads them into a self-destructive pattern of getting drunk or stoned to escape the real world. And if thinking that those things are terrible excuses for anything at all makes me elitist, then so be it.

Have they lost my respect? Some. Sorry for thinking highly of my parents. Sorry for beliving the cock-and-bull lies that they were better than the stoners and washouts of society. Sorry for being more than a little dissallusioned (don't care about spelling right now) when this idea came chrashing down. I know they're not perfect, but is it wrong to hope for something above the norm?

So, that's why I give up. Count down. 10 months to go. Then I'm free.

I don't know what else to do.

Listen to me, I have beautiful dreams I can spin you.

Today's Title: The Scarlet Pimpernel (which I just rediscovered and remembered how much I liked it.)

Other than that the title isn't very relevant at all. I just like the quote.

So, it's been a while since I blogged last...not that I figure much on people noticing or caring. Mostly this is for my own benefit. They claim its healthy. Hell if I know.

Wicked is still amazing. School is very tiring. My parents are generally irritating. Life as usual, eh?

Next semester will be better, less to do. I just noticed how often I blog in fragments. The SAT Writers would pwn my ass for that. Oh well.

I think that when I get the time (maybe Thursday) I'm going to blog about politics, mostly because I just happen to have the perfect title about a political rant. Again, don't expect anyone to listen...just ranting.

And now: more Scarlet Pimpernel!

"Vengeance victorious,

These are the glorious days!

Women of Paris, come gather your bloody buquets!

Now gaze on our goddess of justice,

With her shimmering, glimmering blade.

As she kisses these traitors she sings them a last serenade!"

Is it a bad sign that one of my favorite songs in the entire play is the demented song glorifying the horrors wroght by the reign of terror and "Madame Guillitine"? Perhaps.

We all knew I'd be the one who would end up being a serial killer.

As Smity once said, "One day people will find heads in your fridge and the first thing they'll say is 'She was such a nice girl.'"

*smirk* Quite true.