"Dear Diary, Why does no one understand me?"

Mum's watching the third Ice age movie and I got dragged in. I am wondering why the huge-ass dinosaur apparently hunts things the size of its toenail, but there is one other burning question: Why am I thinking of the eyepatch-Danger!Weasel as Cap'n Jack Harkness?

o.o

... Twilight mania has invaded the people in charge of Livejournal! Quick, let's all get some spotlights and a bunch of mirrors, we'll blind them with their own sparkles! Then we can break out the bazookas.

THE INFECTION MUST BE OBLITERATED BEFORE IT SPREADS. *crazy eyes*

Shannon told me I looked like I was about to cry. I'm never affected by a show/movie/book like that. NEVER. I mean... for serious. I've... but not like this.

My automatic "not care" button is only half working. I sort of don't care, on the very surface, but I do, I do... Why do I care? That show went long past the point where it got just too stupid to care about anything in it anymore. I mean it was just, ridiculous. What. The. Fuck. I'm halfway serious to hoping mum's family still has those mafia connections, because, WHAT THE FUCKING HELL, I MEAN OH MY GOD WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD THINK THAT IS A GOOD IDEA -

The same person who thinks wearing


is a good idea, maybe?

I think I need a coipious amount of doughnuts, chocolate, and long mostly-fuzzy fanfic. I NEED IT. I don't... we don't have the first two... which... um... moving on, for now... but... I need the second. Does anyone know where I can find the second? Could I ask a community? I'm always nervous about that. But -

BUT I THINK I NEED TO.

...I am so pathetic, but... but...

*sniffs and wanders away*

On the other hand, look what picture I found...

Okay. What the fuck were they thinking? 

... more, saying more would be too much. Fucking bullshite, the lot of it. God damn bollocks.

The only two things I liked:

( lalala spoilers )

(regardless of what my mood says, I am. I ... am...

fucking...

furious.

It's just under the surface right now. It will pass, as I come to care less about the whole fucking deal. It'll happen. Whatever.

I AM PREPARING TO LAUNCH AN EXPEDITION TO KILL THE WRITERS OF TORCHWOOD IN VARIOUS SATISFYING AND/OR AMUSING WAYS, UNLESS THEY FUCKING FIX WHAT THEY JUST GODDAMN DID.

WHO'S WITH ME???

(Possibly even if they do fix it, because what else do they expect? Honestly.)

THeKIKOpeRsON has come up with what I feel is the most accurate look at the Sci-Fi channel's attitude about the show, The Dresden Files. I like it, and want to quote it.

In the mail today - it was open, oddly. Had a tear in the flap. Said the tech college couldn't verify my citizenship. Odd, really odd. They have a form to turn in by early March. I'm not too worried, because I shouldn't have any trouble verifying it to them. Still, strange...

The cats have been peeing a lot in places they shouldn't be. Mom says she can't take the smell, and that she's "not that attached" to them. She's talking about getting rid of them or having them all live outside. Our cats wouldn't do well outside.

Also... "not that attached"? Not - that - attached? WE'VE HAD THEM SINCE THEY WERE BABIES, even the mother cat - mom found Molly as a kitten in a tree near her work.

I don't understand. I though my mom viewed them as people, like I do. Cats are clearly intelligent and self aware. If someone's under your protection, utterly dependent on you - your money, your schedule, your moods if you happen to be a person prone to bouts of being tempermental and pissy and not connected to reality - if someone's that dependent on you, you don't just abandon them. Especially if you dote on them most of the time and tell them you love them (you hypocritical bastard).

Hmm. I think that's all, pretty much. I've been meaning to make this post for a while.

It's weird... mom comes home sometimes (like she just did) unhappy and bitching about everything. She goes off on how I never do anything and how I have such a hard life, even when I try to volunteer to do things, she keeps on. *takes a breath*

It's okay. I'm going to finish school soon. When I do, I have the qualifications to go job hunting. When I find one, I can look for a place to live. When I do that, I can be without the weird, obstinate moodiness and slightly scary bitching. Leaving the cats will be sad, though.

( cut for bitching )