have to write this down

Hello.
Let me tell you something about myself, something I realized when pondering a hypothetical situation involving my speech.
I have always cared deeply for how my actions affect others, and have never wished to bring harm upon anyone who did not provoke it nor deserve it, so let me be absolutely clear in saying that if my actions have somehow wronged you, I apologize deeply and would like to make reparations.
Do not however, delude my sentimentality towards my belief into cause and effect to somehow thinking that I give the slightest fucking shit on your opinion of me. I don't. Putting value in others depictions of yourself only deludes your character and weakens your resolve. The expectations of others of you should not be willingly cast upon yourself, nor should they be allowed to force them upon you. That is not to say that other people are incapable of having good ideas and I am the ultimate being in the universe; on the contrary, I would like to avoid egotism at all costs in my life, writing and thoughts. But listening, understanding and accepting the compliments and criticisms of your characters of other people is not the weakness that letting others control your thoughts, beliefs and actions.

spanish finals, also fuck capitalization

right now I'm listening to year zero and studying for the second half of my spanish 3 final.

on the first half there was a very long section in which you had to translate 2 paragraphs of incomplete thoughts written by a 7th grade mexican into english. the intended topic was relations between aztecs, mayans and cortez, however the mistranslations proved to be hilarious, for example "when the natives lose the baton, they have to contra dance with the spanish" and "they realized she could speak both the language of the aztecs and the language of the mayans. she told the priest she could speak both the language of the mayans and the spanish and he told cortez."

i got frustrated and asked the teacher if i could draw a comic instead, amazingly she said yes. it was very very funny in a minimalist/absurdist/stupid way and features a large man in a sombrero as the spanish oppressors and people with lots of facial hair as the oppressed natives.

when i get my final back i'll put it on here, somehow. maybe i'll just redraw it but its not as funny without the scribbled, incomprehensable cursive translations next to it.

on an unrelated note I upped my daily run requirements to 3 miles, found my nike+ transmitter and my long missing HAIR STRAIGHTENER! (not that my hair is long enough to use it)

"global domination"

"global domination"

A change in direction.

I've decided this blog to be less authoratitive and soul-crushing and a little more centered on my day to day life. So basically, its getting more bleak and less angry.

My mother was watching a silent movie about archatecture earlier. It wasn't silent because of age or necessity but out of choice. There was no explanation of the buildings shown other then a street adress that appeared briefly before a series of long, still shots of the interesting parts of the building. It was in an odd frame rate, and since it was outdoors the lighting always seemed grey and depressed.

It was oddly fascinating, even thrilling, to see a movie composed entirely of shots that in a normal movie would appear for less then a second.

I'm failing at finishing a project on Henry Kissinger. I've been at it for 6 hours now and I've checked off 2 items from a list of 8.

I love you too.

Someone I love has done

What I could only barely stop myself from doing.

She has gone completely into the darkness

And she bites the hands that try to pull her back.

I can't stop myself from getting bitten

Because she was the one that pulled me back.

Things I've Said to my Father:

I think that someone is trying to kill me.

What's that?

Ian : [Looking at happier.com]

Quinn : What's that?

Ian : Something I saw on google ad's. I think it's supposed to cure depression or something.

Quinn : Haha... what, are you like depressed or something?

Ian : Google ad's seems to think so.

Quinn : Yeah, but are you?

Ian : 

Jake.

A friend 

who used to be quite quiet 

yells in a large room 

full of people.

"DON'T YOU JUST WANT 

TO GET OUT OF HERE 

SO BADLY?!

DON'T YOU JUST WANT

TO LEAVE?!

DON'T YOU JUST HATE

ALL THESE PEOPLE?!

LIKE THIS FUCKER RIGHT HERE,

OR THAT ASSHOLE?"

[A loud sigh]

"I fucking hate

A lot of these

people.

It's bad."

His voice was like a blade

His words were like rocks.