Lord, help me!

have you ever had this feeling that you were quite, quite dead, only that no one knew it aside from you? probably not. it's highly unlikely, in any case.

basically, i'm dead. or if i'm not at the present moment, i will soon be.

the truth is, i'm just feeling really horrible because.. they have officially ruined x men three. utterly ruined. the indignity of it! i shall not give spoilers to anyone else who wants to watch the movie, but honestly. a scriptwriter stupid enough to kill off the two best characters in the comic thirty minutes into the show has to have some screw loose somewhere.

argh. i am fuming with righteous indignation, and it's just fiction. in fact, it is MORE than fiction. it is a fictitious off-spin of an original fictional work. which is, essentially super-fiction... or hyper-fiction.. in any case, it is fictionalised fiction, and it is UNFORGIVABLE.

i am very tired because i am writing this at one am when i should be prepping for the PTM tomorrow.

THE INDIGNITY OF IT ALL.

anyway, what adds to my colossal frustration is the fact that my parents never seem to get out of the whole "you're so irresponsible; you don't deserve this; we're your parents and we know better" rut. true, on a certain level, they do know better. but this is ridiculous. a decision about my life, and i'm just supposed to leave it in their hands hoping that they'll make the right decision for me?

okay this is taking an uncomfortable turn into the memories of my adolescence, and i refuse, absolutely REFUSE, to go there.

i am better than that. you hear me? i am BETTER THAN THIS.

harumph.

ah, bugger off, all of you.