The Anger of a Thousand Fathoms

That is the way I feel now. What with my hypocritical mother and everything. Frick.
Anyway, tomorrow is Wednesday and I have choir, until very late in the day. 9:00. I must remember to bring foodage with me.
And now I am probably going to play World of Warcraft, because I am a loser who likes World of Warcraft. But I don't like being killed by the Horde. Or gnomes. Seriously...gnomes are so freaking annoying. Everytime I see one in the game I wish I was in Horde mode so I could use Pashaly to stomp them to death. But unforetunately I'm a night elf, and as much as I want to crush them with my unbridled rage I can't. But honestly, never met a single person who likes gnomes.
16 days. That's a long time. I'm sad. And angry at my mother. And wish things were different sometimes.

Musical Quote of the Day

"I close my eyes when I get too sad
I think thoughts that I know are bad
Close my eyes and I count to ten
Hope it's over when I open them
I want the things that I had before
Like a Star Wars poster on my bedroom door
I wish I could count to ten
Make everything be wonderful again

Hope my mom and I hope my dad
Will figure out why they get so mad
I hear them scream
I hear them fight
They say bad words and make me want to cry
I close my eyes when I go to bed
And I dream of angels who make me smile
I feel better when I hear them say
Everything will be wonderful someday

Promises mean everything
When you're little
And the world's so big
I just don't understand how
You can smile with all those tears in yours eyes
When you tell me everything is wonderful now"

-Everclear Title: Wonderful
Let's just say when I feel angry like this, I feel little and the world is so big...wonderful seems like a long way off.
Sorry for the moody-ness. Blame my estrogen-high ovaries.