PISSED about random people

I am so fricking pissed off! I want to make sure whoever thought of putting video advertisements on the internet dies a slow and painful death... WHAT IS THEIR PROBLEM, DAMMIT!? WHAT IS WRONG WITH THOSE IDIOTS? DON'T THEY REALIZE BECAUSE OF THEM I HAVE DOWNLOADED LIKE 30 MINUTES OF VIDEO (IN ONE DAY) WHEN WE HAVE A LIMIT EACH MONTH, AND I AM COMPLETELY AGAINST BUYING THEIR PRODUCTS BECAUSE OF THEIR ADS!?!?!?!?!?


As much as I hate it when people capitalize everything because it looks like theyre yelling through one of those microphone things people use, you know, usually red and white? I couldn't help it. I do want to yell all that in their damned faces.

Also, I am trying to listen to music on my computer. I should have the right to listen to it without being interupted by lysol ads.

Now, aside from the idiot who thought of that, the teachers who gave us tons of homework on a busy weekend when almost half the school is busy, and my mom, there is one person who I am particularly pissed at.

For school, we were supposed to go to this rehearsal for the local community band. Well, I went with a friend because we don't get to spend much time together outside of school or in school. Her friend showed up (her friend is a grown woman she considers practically her mom) and we ended up getting into a conversation. I didn't realize it was so loud, but then this guy comes over and starts practically yelling at us about how if we want to have a conversation we can leave the auditorium. Well, for one thing, I may never get another chance to spend time with my best friend outside of school, because I may be moving soon. Also, if that guy wants to watch the concert in complete silence, he can buy a frickin ticket and go to the real performance where they actually enforce the rules, because IT'S THE REAL PERFORMANCE STUPID. And that way, he won't be watching without paying and support the community band, which he apparently loves. Yeah, we were talking kinda loud, but a simple, "would you quiet down," would have more than sufficed. And you know what? While the conductor was announcing things, he kept yelling things at him, the sort of things audiences at rock concerts would yell, except this was a rehearsal where maybe five of the people were not there for school, and he was the only one yelling. What an asshole. The rest of us wanted to hear the conductor, and unlike this guy, I will probably be PAYING for a ticket when they have the ACTUAL performance, and I will listen to the whole thing this time because it will not be a chance to talk with my friend. And this way, I will only have to listen to those awful, eardrum-bursting bagpipes once because it won't be a rehearsal.

In the often-repeated words of a friend, "life sux"

Where to even begin.

Let's start out with something to fill the gap between religion-related topics: after three years of thought, I have realized I was meant to be Unitarian Universalist. Well, my family is Catholic and doesn't understand the point of other religions very well. Today at church my mom made me walk up with them, even though I didn't have any money to add to the collection basket. I was worried she was going to make me talk to the priest after mass. I didn't actually tell her that I now consider myself a different religion, I just said I was seriously considering UU. Now she's probably going to start calling me a heathen if I complain about going to church because I'm sick or something. FML.

Another reason I don't fit in with my family: I am bisexual and can't tell my mom, and have Asperger's and even though it's so frickin blinding obvious, she doesn't believe me. WTF. I'm getting pissed off more and more because my mom is always ignoring me in favor of Adam, who is brattier than ever. Why me?

Also: the second anniversary of my dad's death is coming up, and just when things are going right, we're planning to move. WHAT THE HELL!? I am fairly sure the boy I like who seems like some sort of missing half of me and I'm already friends with likes me back. Also, my best friend who is on the verge of killing either her dogs or herself would go beyond the brink of insanity if I moved and very likely commit suicide.

Despite those huge cons of moving, there are definate pros: there is a nearby (well, about 40 miles) UU church near where we're planning to move. The house we're looking at has quite a lot of property, enough to let the cats roam outside, and it has an indoor swimming pool. Yes, an indoor swimming pool. And a hot tub. It looks like a beautiful house amid an inspiring landscape. I would have the chance to bike, since it's extremely flat compared to here. From the local library, I could have access to any book in the county, and possibly nearby counties as well. And there could possibly be a GSA at the school I'd be attending. I'd have more opportunities for almost anything. I'd be living near relatives. We wouldn't have to pay as much tax, although my mom's salary would be slightly lower and the house payments slightly higher, so that's not much of a difference. And something rather awesome is that we'd have a four bedroom house if we get that house. SWEET!

I'm so torn about moving. Huge cons, huge pros; so much to give up, so much to gain. I think I'll just pray things work out for the best... and that my depressed friend doesn't commit suicide, or even take up cutting or drugs.

Speaking of prayer, something amazing happened today. I really wanted to play "How Great Thou Art" on the piano before my mom got home because she always criticizes when I have new music. I searched and searched and didn't find the music. So I tried to sort of figure it out from memory. I remembered some possible notes it could start on, so I figured out the tune and some of the chords. I realized it wasn't going to work out that well, so I prayed I'd find the music. Shortly after, I had this urge to check in a somewhat absurd place, and whaddaya know, it was there, along with some other good music. "How Great Thou Art" is special to me because my dad's dad played it on guitar (and sung it) at my dad's funeral. It's a beautiful song, and as far as I know, not Christian.

Well, I think that's all of interest so far, not that anyone is actually reading this (most likely). At least it ended on a more positive note.