Who Cares?

Isn't it sad when people who once ment so much to you are no longer worth the time and effort? Isn't even sadder to know that you wasted a year on them, spent every waking moment with them, and all for nothing because at the end of the day, they never would have done a thing for you? Sad when you know you were brainwashed and controlled and manipulated for their own gain, whatever it was.

Right now I am clearly filled with a pernicious rage that simply makes me want to destroy everything around me. I am so angry at so much. I'm angry at school, because it's just a painful waste of every day of my life, because hell knows I'm not learning jack shit, and it's so painful to sit there every day with the same people I've been surrounded by for four years. I'm angry at those people, most of them for simply existing. I'm mad at certain people, such as Kristen and Katie and Ryan, for consuming my life and being nothing but horrid in return. I cannot believe I once liked those people, once thought them worthwhile, admirable people. I know better now, I know that they are cruel and vicious and manipulative, and that they don't care for anyone but themselves, but it still hurts. Because while I cannot pretend that I am the greatest person ever, they were still something more than just people to spend time with to me. I really cared about them as friends. But they were just horrible bitches in return, only doing what was good for themselves. Because let's face it, that's all that matters to them.

I'm angry at myself, for being duped by them, and for caring so much. But once again, let's be honest- it hurts when people who were once your friends go around being cruel to you. I cannot take being surrounded by girls anymore. They are all so horribly bitch-tastic. I'm mad at myself for trusting people, because honestly I'm begining to think that no one is worth trusting.

Right now I'm just so angry. I've been disillusioned by the human race. No one is worth trusting. No one is worth caring for. Because no one cares about anyone but themselves. The few who do care about someone else, well, I'm aparently not on their list of people to care about. Which is okay, because honestly I am a bad person and I'm not worth caring about. I pretty much cannot wait to drop off the face of the planet. Because god knows, I will miss very feww people, and vice-versa.

Screw the world. Because it will screw you.

And no, I'm not fucking emo. I'm pissed as hell. And I am actually filled with loathing. Hate. Abhorrance. Hate.

Big Shiny Trophy

Clearly I am very excited to be through with the play. I mean it was good, I suppose, but it got very, very old. And I'm glad to be free of it's opression. It was cool though. My last play at Mags. Almost a little sad I suppose. I've moved on, however.

Wrote a Pi Day poem. It is as follows:
A curious friend once questioned of me
“What’s the greatest number you ever did see?”
“Well that’s easy,” I answered with glee
“It’s a real long number that starts with a three”

Circles and spheres and cones- oh, my!
There are so very many uses of pi.
C equals pi times the sum of two radii
I just explained you circumference, I!

And pi times radius to the power of two
That’s the area I’ve just explained to you
Three point one four one five nine two
It’s a useful number if you know what to do

So next time you need to impress someone cool
Or need a good equation to help you in school
Just use this number- all will agree that you rule
If you forget about pi, you’ll be labelled a tool



clearly our school is toolnormous and useless if this constitutes as an assignment. Well, what can you do? It's easy points, I suppose. Plus, I got to use the word 'tool' in an assignment. This makes it sweet.

Colbert report is on. Humourously enough, he predicted correctly (using the DaColbert Code... DaVinci Code... yes...) every major oscar winner. I find this very amusing. Jon Stewart amused me and made the oscars less boring than usual- I'm mad I haven't seen Brokeback mountain, however.

Um, as usual, my creativity is on a minimum.