Wednesday, December 28, 2011

I'm feeling crappy. I'm too afraid to really spill my emotion the series right now. Unrequited love... Hnnn...
God. I'm such a fucking teenager. "Love"... Ha! I'm the kind of person who can't touch the phrase "I...lub you" with a ten-foot-pole without choking on their own vomit... Nnnn...
Have to focus on this series... Maybe it will help?


"I think I found a flower in a field of weeds
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds
Searching until my hands bleed!
This flower don't belong to me..."


 "Die Liebe ist ein wildes Tier"

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Ack

Okaaaaaay, so the blog will be back up a little later than I thought. My computer is being a butt. We can't wipe it now 'cause of that stupid virus. Good new is that I'm getting a brand new computer over the course of the next 2 weeks (had to type "weeks" 3 times,  -  first 2 said "weeps" and "weels").
So yeah. Same as before, if my account has been hacked, zoeanaisextra@yahoo.com
Check out the thingy I posted on DeviantArt!
http://zoezoewriter.deviantart.com/art/Roza-Zholnerovich-275635145

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Viruses

Hey guys, just wanted to tell any and all who may be reading that this is not a dead blog. I'm having some issues right now with my computer, the 7-year-old piece o' shit. It's all virused up for the 800th time. Beware XP Protection Center! It is a virus! The only way to get it off is to wipe the hard-drive and that is a pain in the ass! My computer has got it for the second time (you'd think I'd learn my lesson, eh?) and it won't even let me on Google! Seriously, I'm writing this from Lori's laptop. -_-
So yeah, over the next couple days Mark is going to wipe the hard-drive and re-install. Nearly all my stuff is off - I just need to get my fonts.
I don't plan on ever abandoning this blog. By Christmas (if you celebrate - I just see it as a time to get gifts for free, honestly) I should be back with more Communism Rants and otter shit.
Also, if there are any links posted to porno sites, websites showing racism and/or intolerance, gibberish, or anything else that I would never post, my account has been hacked. If this happens, please contact me at zoeanaisextra@yahoo.com so I can alert the blogger staff.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

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Fack. I hate being sick.
Grr. Have caroling tour for chorus tomorrow.
I have like a million things due for school on Friday.
Just got three biographies at the library last night; two on Josef Stalin and one on Vladimir Lenin. Doing a project on Stalin for Language Arts. My L.A teacher didn't know who Stalin is. Gonna laugh my ass of when she realizes.
Gah. I need to go vomit.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Quotes of the Day

Here are the most interesting things I've said, thought, and wrote all day.



"Hey, Chris, I don't have much to say to you, but I have to say this... Fuck you, we're over! And you sure as hell ain't gettin any of this! *unzips lumpy jacket to reveal non-dress-code tanktop*"

- This was last week, but it's still an epic break up.


"If the rich don't help the poor, then the poor will remain poor, and the rich will remain rich, and nobody will ever be happy with what they've got. There goes trickle-down economics."
- An excerpt from my half-page long answer to "Do you think the rich are obligated to help the poor?" When I say "half-page" I mean, litrally, half-page.


"Fuck you, bitch!"

- To my mother this morning when she called me fat. What I wanted to say was "Fuck you, at least I'm not anorexic like like your twiggy ass, See You N Tea."


"I don't 'dislike' music. I love music. I just hate what's 'popular'. The fact of the matter is, I listen to way more Rammstein and Mozart than can possibly be healthy."
- My response if anyone ever was to claim I don't like any music because I don't like Pink Floyd, Linkin Park's new album, and whatever the hell else they were listening to in my first hour.


"There isn't a worse person alive who could have small hands and stubby fingers than mir."
- To Erika after she commented on how ridiculously small my hands are. Her response was to tell me to shut the fuck up.


"Touch me one more time and I will punch you in the jaw, boy"
- A very irritated me to a boy in my math class. He decided not to test my words.


"Well then. I just spent the last half-hour or so listening to a song about a man who walks up to a school, kills a bunch of kids, rapes a schoolgirl, and then bleeds to death (presumably because he stabbed himself). And I was singing along. Yeah, I had a bad day."

- My facebook post, written about Rammstein's song Wei├čes Fleisch. I'm not sure if this is actually what the song was intended to be about, but that's what I've always taken it as. And yes, that's the one that the one Columbine boy said described him perfectly. Go figure.


"Instead of 'Look at Frosty go', I almost sang 'Watch me kill myself'.'"

- I had to sing "Frosty the Snowman" for chorus. And I hate Christmas. It's seriously just a time of year when I can get comic supplies (particularily paper) for free. Actually, I don't really like any holiday.

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So yeah. My day sucked. I was depressed and pissed nearly all day. But then my mom bought me candy canes. And I just got back from a chorus preformance. So now I'm fine. Sort of. Hooray.
. . .
Here. Have some Rammstein.




Ooh, that reminds me. I posted a youtube video. Have some Latin Christian music sung by mich.


Saturday, December 3, 2011

Symbols

My soul is yellow, red, and blue, living like a butterfly in a feild of roses.

I am me, me I am. I love me for me, and anyone else who wants to join in is welcome.

My symbols are tributes to those I love. My grandfather gave me a bunch of yellow, red-spattered roses not too long ago. I started drawing my Blue Butterfli after spending time with my cousin Barb. Both of these became so much more to me. They became part of who I am.

Roses are raw emotion. Yellow for freindship, spattered with the red of love, passion...blood. My blood, my spirit.

A butterfly, free to do as it wishes, a symbol of change, beauty... Fragile...

As Sylvia Plath wrote many times, "I am, I am, I am".