frankmask

I am all twitchy and shit. My Japanese history teacher was hired because she speaks three languages and can tell you everything you need to know about media and communication in China. China is not Japan. media and communication is not history. My Japanese History teacher knows fuck and all about Japanese History. I do not cotton to having to bring the text book to class so that I can drown out the drone of my teacher, which inevitably becomes 'Stab pencils through text book and light establishment on fire. Revolution! Revolution! Revolution!' as the night goes on.

-Totally more or less kind of entirely unrelated!-

So I said to myself 'Frank, put the knife down and stop muttering "stabbing stabbing stabbing stabbing stabbing" under your breath. You're leaving your room and you know deep in your heart that that is not polite or acceptable conduct... or at least everyone else doesn't think it is and they'll never understand when you explain to them that a knife really is the best way to eat icecream.'

I need a new alarmclock.

I think I should point out that I don't want to stab people. I mean, I want to stab everyone, but that's in a loose, sort of philosophical sense. It's like, if you take the class of everyone, and combine it with the class of stabbing, the logical outcome is bliss plus guts.

No, see, in a tangible and immediate way I wany something that throws pumpkins at me at moderate speeds at a rate of three per minute. I want to stab pumpkins. Also slice and dice them.

I ate too much icecream. I have the energy of ten godlike sixyearolds who have inhaled pixy stix through their nostrls. These walls cannot contain me. I have no positive outlet for this energy. May the gods grant that I crash before I bring the world to ruin.