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The Infinite Hell I Call My Life
When I started writing stuff on Kobra's Corner, I swore to avoid this at all costs... lest I reduce this to an overrated blogsite. Unfortunately, it is inevitable at this point that I actually write an article about my life. If you're looking for something funny, you'll find yourself bitterly disappointed by this article.
The past few weeks of my life have been, for the lack of a more accurate term, hell. Hell doesn't quite justify it, but it should get my point across. Times like this are proof that the universe likes to pile the stress on me all at once, with short intermissions.
First, my Algebra 2 teacher hasn't been doing her job lately. She signed her daughter up for the Girl Scouts to teach her responsibility, then demonstrated responsibility by selling cookies FOR her daughter, whilst slacking off at her job at the same time. You know, I'll probably get pulled into the office again for saying this, but it's the God's honest truth. She is supposed to give us notes to copy down so we can understand the homework, and she hasn't completed the notes because she's been too busy selling Girl Scout cookies. All the while I've asked her repeatedly for an Algebra 2 Workbook so that I may actually do my homework and NOT fail her class. She keeps saying she'll try to find one, but I'm still without a workbook.
Then, I had to get rid of my dog Loki because my landlord decided that the insurance does not allow us to have a "vicious animal" residing in the house. You know what?
FUCK YOU!!
If you think that Loki (who was only HALF Pitt bull) was classified as a "vicious animal", just wait until you see ME pissed off. I'm not exactly a small guy, and I can do more than enough damage, both physical and psychological, than any dog I've ever owned.
But, I wasn't at home to say goodbye to my dog. Instead, they took her away while I was hanging out at Omen and Valarauth's house. My brother told me when I called the house. And before his words could even register in my mind, one of his friends started mocking him saying "Loki's gone! Boo-hoo..." in a "sad" voice.
Under normal circumstances, my brother would've punched the guy in the throat and him and his friends would proceed to stomp on his balls until he passed out. But, he just said "Nah man, it ain't like that" and let him get away with being a total fucking douchebag.
To knock a few more notches off how much respect I have left for him, he interrupted me while writing this article so he could sit on his ass for a fucking hour to make one short beat (rap terminology for the music they rap to) that my brother's friends will, quite honestly, never find a use for. This assumes, of course, that they have common sense and a driving ambition to succeed... and, quite honestly, they don't really have either from what I've seen (there are a few exceptions, of course).
Hanging out at Omen and Valarauth's house didn't really provide much comfort, either. Their dog had 5 seizures in a 36 hour timespan and they're worried that Callibus (the dog) may be Epilleptic. If he his, they'd have to put him down... which really sucks since Valarauth's brother, Teddy, is extremely close to his pets.
So, in short, that's the source of my blinding, seething rage as of late. It all got compressed down into one week, and there's only so much stress that one person can handle without seriously affecting their health, psychology, or mental stability.
Now, before all of you try and throw a pity party (as society usually does in response to articles like this), I want to say that this week has also had its upsides as well. I got someone who I thought hated me to talk to me again, and I was able to hang out at my friends' house for four days... which was great stress relief.
If you still feel like throwing a pity party, I'd advise against it. In fact: do me a favor and don't post a comment. I didn't write this article because I cared about what you people think. I wrote it because the "News and Updates" category has slowly evolved into a section where I post about events in my life... in addition to the occasional technical update.
If you're still reading this goddamned behemoth of an article, then you must either be stalking me or have high tolerance for drawn-out, lengthy article about someone else's life who you've never met and probably will never meet.
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