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[09 Apr 2004|08:32pm] |
I guess I can use this journal after all! I have a huge rant that I know is ridiculously childish but I still feel angry about it just the same. And I know if I write it in my main journal, well, it may not be a good idea. I'll be told I'm being stupid and all that but you know...it FUCKING FRUSTRATES ME to no end. So if I'm being told I'm stupid for finding this frustrated, the feelings build up inside because I don't want to come off as a drama queen.
Anyway...I HATE QUAKE III. There. I said it. I hate all fucking first person shooters. You kill things...yay. Whatever. But it's popular with people for some reason and we always end up playing about 2 hours worth of the game. I'm not good at these games. I don't really care. I'll still play but I don't want to be picked on. One person was definately picking one me. You know how I know? Well, everytime I explode into bits of blood, I see his freaky eye person just behind me and him cackling when I fell. It was either him or I would end up falling or something. So finally, I was getting frustrated so I turn to him and tell him to stop following me. And someone said, "It's a small map. And that's what you do!" Well, how the hell am I supposed to get out of the way? I'd try but I couldn't. He'd always be there. I was frustrated with the tone of voice...sort of like saying, "You're overreacting." But when I would appear and suddenly die like 3 or 4 times in a row, that gets a bit irritating.
I would like to do something.
i want to rip something apart. I've been overly bitchy lately. It could be it's this section of the semester.
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[08 Apr 2004|11:55pm] |
Well...here I am...got a new journal and all that. Boy do I feel special. I don't know if I'll update often, but you never know at all. I could write stuff I know people on my livejournal wouldn't want to hear...like they're all smelly poo-poo heads or something. Yeah.
Anyway, nothing else much to report.
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