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tragic_flaw's Journal
moo?
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Seriously.
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December 01, 2008, 03:54:pm
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Some people are so dumb.
In my english class we were reading
the book The Wave, we just finished
the book and we were watching the movie
today.
The teacher
trys to show his students what the
Nazis were like and try to help
answer the questions of his students
that he himself did not know.
Anyways towards the end of the movie
the kids get out of control with
it and end up like little Nazis'
and didn't even realize it so to
show them how bad they've gotten
he takes them to the auditorium
and says here is your leader, he
shows them Adolf Hitler.
Some girl in my class at the end of
the movie asks who he was. Someone says
Hitler. She asks that was Hitler? then
says I always though Hitler was that old
guy with the white beard type thing and
white hair and the hat type thing.
I thought for a moment then asked
do you mean Uncle Sam?
Then someone says you mean the
guy with the american flag suit pointing,
with the words that say Uncle Sam wants
you? Then she goes yeah him!
I laughed for a long time.
;_;
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Maybe I'm depressed.
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November 30, 2008, 04:27:pm
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I feel vacant, void; empty.
There's nothing to fill me.
No emotion, maybe I'm becoming
apathetic? Nothing to do but
go to sleep with a shred of
hope that I won't wake up. I'd
rather remain unconscious
where nothing can get to me.
Mood: Empty.
Music: None what so ever.
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I think we should talk more!
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November 26, 2008, 05:18:pm
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Aim?
Msn?
:]]
Mood: Okay
Music: Cocorosie
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Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate?
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November 19, 2008, 03:14:pm
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Monty Python and the holy grail
:]
I'm a happy camper.
Mood: la la
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November 10, 2008, 07:54:pm
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Waking up that morning grasping the blanket that seperated us the previous night feearing that I woke to soon, and that he is already gone. I looked at the time, 6:53 he had somewhere between two and three hours left. Feeling that choke-y uncontrolable feeling in my throat that you get before you're about to burst into tears and cant help it I went up to my room, and looked at the clouds go bye. After I finished crying I went downstairs and sat on the floor next to the coffe table and pet Chip, a few tears strolled down my cheeks. I watched him pet and pet him as I carefully watched the clock, it was around nine and Chip was laying in the sun on the kitchen floor, he got up and ran over to the couch and got up and layed with my sister. I watched him. Suddenly he lifted his head and looked out the window. My mom got up and looked she sighed and grabed Chip's collar and cliped his leash to the door. I went and sat down next to him. My mom opened the door and let in that hideious old man (he really was ugly.) Chip growled, he felt threatened that their was a stranger in our house. I pet him and tried to calm him down. Chip sat down next to me, he was trembling. I began to cry even more and let out sobs, more emotion then I have ever let anyone see. He told my mom that he had to come with her, my mom got her stuff and took Chips leash from the door, and left. I got up and watched them pull out of the drive way and drive away, once they were out of sight, I let out a heavy sigh, feeling soo upset that Chip was going to die, and didn't deserve it and there's nothing I can do. I walked down the hallway to the kitchen and turned and punched the wall, furious. I walked into the kitchen after unable to even feel the pain in my now bruised knuckles. I looked at my sister her face was red from crying, there was nothing I could do soo I went to my room, and opened the windows and sat down on the floor. I couldn't believe this. I screamed as loud as I could crying, then did it again. I picked up a pillow and pushed my face into it and screamed and weeped. Then threw it at the wall. I got up and walked over to the wall and punched it till the knuckles on my right hand were red and numb and then leaned against it and cryed more. I cried, hyperventalated, screamed and gaged for a while. Then looked out the window and it was snowing. I went doen stairs and opened the door and put my arm out and let a flake catch on it then put it on my hand and watched it melt. I went back inside and told my sister it was snowing she said what the fuck and somthing else I can't remember. I went back to my room and screamed into another pillow and wiped my tears and picked up a pair of scissors and stabed the bearou. Then sat on the floor in my sorrow. I heard my mom come home soo I went down stairs and she said they were holding him there for a few days till they put him to sleep. Then she asked to see my hand, I gues Haley told her about me punching the wall...
This pain I feel is almost unbearable and I'd do practically anything for it to go away.v
Mood: Miserable.
Music: Yesterday's feelings - The Used
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