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Dec. 9th, 2011 08:03 pm Congratulations, you assholes. You just made an enemy out of Sam Winchester.
I'm going to law school so that you stupid fucks can't ever try something this fucking stupid ever again. If I have to, I'm going to turn Sunnydale into a fucking sinkhole to keep you from accusing innocent people.
You messed with the wrong fucking person.
I'm going to law school so that you stupid fucks can't ever try something this fucking stupid ever again. If I have to, I'm going to turn Sunnydale into a fucking sinkhole to keep you from accusing innocent people.
You messed with the wrong fucking person.
I guess I should be making some sort of grand public announcement or something in the event that I'm not here anymore.
Yeah, screw that. Don't worry, folks. I'll be bugging you, hopefully, for a long time to come.
Oz, you wanna do a movie night? Pizza, popcorn, Coke, the works? Whatever movies we can get our hands on?
Yeah, screw that. Don't worry, folks. I'll be bugging you, hopefully, for a long time to come.
Oz, you wanna do a movie night? Pizza, popcorn, Coke, the works? Whatever movies we can get our hands on?
Okay, let's get this straight right now.
Nov. 20th, 2011 12:07 am My girlfriend's been cleared. She's not involved in any of this crap -- but there might be someone setting their sights on her.
If I hear one more person at school talking about her and calling her a serial killer, or a freak, or anything like that, I'm taking a page out of my big brother's book, and I will punch first, ask questions later. Not to sound full of myself or anything, but have you seen me? I'm tall, and I'm lanky, and yeah, I'm not built like a brick shithouse or anything, but my older brother is Dean fucking Winchester. If you really think I haven't learned something from him, then you're more than welcome to try me.
Never mind the fact that if Buffy happens to catch this shit being said about her, you've got a hell of a lot more to worry about than MY wrath.
If I hear one more person at school talking about her and calling her a serial killer, or a freak, or anything like that, I'm taking a page out of my big brother's book, and I will punch first, ask questions later. Not to sound full of myself or anything, but have you seen me? I'm tall, and I'm lanky, and yeah, I'm not built like a brick shithouse or anything, but my older brother is Dean fucking Winchester. If you really think I haven't learned something from him, then you're more than welcome to try me.
Never mind the fact that if Buffy happens to catch this shit being said about her, you've got a hell of a lot more to worry about than MY wrath.
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Nov. 14th, 2011 02:24 am I hate everything.
Like... It's seriously impressive to me how quickly I can make what was such a good day turn into complete and utter shit. And all I have to do is open my mouth and make words.
Can I be soulless now? Soulless things don't give a shit about anything. They don't need to feel bad or sad. They just do whatever they feel like.
They don't worry about anything else.
Like... It's seriously impressive to me how quickly I can make what was such a good day turn into complete and utter shit. And all I have to do is open my mouth and make words.
Can I be soulless now? Soulless things don't give a shit about anything. They don't need to feel bad or sad. They just do whatever they feel like.
They don't worry about anything else.
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Nov. 6th, 2011 12:13 amI don't normally get a kick out of stuff like this -- but hair amuses the crap out of me right now. Has anyone ever just sat down and people watched before? I did that the other day at lunch, and found myself staring at people's hair. Dean freaks out if anyone even tries to touch his -- and he laughs at me because my hair's all floppy. Mom's hair is awesome -- all gold-blonde curls. Whenever Dean makes fun of my hair, she laughs and calls me a shaggy puppy, and Dad -- whose hair dark and is starting to go just a little bit gray above his ears -- just rolls his eyes. His hands twitch, like he's just waiting to grab the electric hair clipper and shove me down to give me a proper military buzzcut, like his.
Oz's hair is awesome; he's got it cut into a mohawk right now, and it's dyed black and blue. He told me that he plans on putting it into dreads and dying it maroon when it grows back out again. And there's this one guy I keep seeing in the halls -- I think he's older than me, or I'm assuming, anyway, since I don't actually have him in any of my classes? I think he's a sophomore. I dunno. He's got this really, really dark black hair, like.... so black it's almost blue. Sarah Blake has dark hair like that, too. There's a couple of older girls, and they both have really, really red hair, the kind you think should have come from a bottle, it's so red. There's this one British transfer student, who might be in Dean's classes, and his hair is bleached WHITE. Like he's Billy Idol or something. Jessica Moore has hair like my mom's. Dawn Summers' hair looks more like it can't decide what color it wanted to be, so it made a compromise and picked blonde and brown.
I don't even know where this post came from. I think this is what happens when I eat too much candy and not enough greens. Hmm.
Oz's hair is awesome; he's got it cut into a mohawk right now, and it's dyed black and blue. He told me that he plans on putting it into dreads and dying it maroon when it grows back out again. And there's this one guy I keep seeing in the halls -- I think he's older than me, or I'm assuming, anyway, since I don't actually have him in any of my classes? I think he's a sophomore. I dunno. He's got this really, really dark black hair, like.... so black it's almost blue. Sarah Blake has dark hair like that, too. There's a couple of older girls, and they both have really, really red hair, the kind you think should have come from a bottle, it's so red. There's this one British transfer student, who might be in Dean's classes, and his hair is bleached WHITE. Like he's Billy Idol or something. Jessica Moore has hair like my mom's. Dawn Summers' hair looks more like it can't decide what color it wanted to be, so it made a compromise and picked blonde and brown.
I don't even know where this post came from. I think this is what happens when I eat too much candy and not enough greens. Hmm.
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Nov. 1st, 2011 12:42 pmI don't know what it is about Halloween that I don't like, but I'm glad it's over. It's enough just sitting at home and watching scary movies with Mom, Dad and Dean -- and that's if Dean happens to be home.
Dean thinks Stephen King's It is funny. I can't even begin to tell you how much I disagree.
Anyway, school started a little more than a month ago and I've been busy beyond belief. I'm involved in the SGA, the History club, and Spanish club. And that's all on top of the things they have us doing in class. We're studying Socrates and Plato in English, graphing and equation solutions in Algebra, Ancient Egyptian history and the American revolution in History, geology and volcanology in science, plus Spanish, Choir, Art and Phys.Ed.
Oh, yeah. And student elections were held. I wanted to be treasurer or secretary or something, and they made me the vice president. NOT my decision. I think they wanted me to be president but Jake won. Or someone stuffed the ballot box for me.
I think the second one's more likely. Becky's been making eyes at me since September.
I kinda want to go for pizza this weekend. It's a short day for me on Friday, and Mom gave me an extra twenty bucks. Anyone feel up for it?
Dean thinks Stephen King's It is funny. I can't even begin to tell you how much I disagree.
Anyway, school started a little more than a month ago and I've been busy beyond belief. I'm involved in the SGA, the History club, and Spanish club. And that's all on top of the things they have us doing in class. We're studying Socrates and Plato in English, graphing and equation solutions in Algebra, Ancient Egyptian history and the American revolution in History, geology and volcanology in science, plus Spanish, Choir, Art and Phys.Ed.
Oh, yeah. And student elections were held. I wanted to be treasurer or secretary or something, and they made me the vice president. NOT my decision. I think they wanted me to be president but Jake won. Or someone stuffed the ballot box for me.
I think the second one's more likely. Becky's been making eyes at me since September.
I kinda want to go for pizza this weekend. It's a short day for me on Friday, and Mom gave me an extra twenty bucks. Anyone feel up for it?