I cannot even begin to tell you what I disliked about the plot of 2012.
All I'll say is at least a dozen times I slammed my head against DJB's shoulder and made the "ughhhh" noise.
The highlight was the first time that guy eat a pickle and it spews everywhere.
At one point I really thought I was going to cry...But then didn't of course. Because the only feelings I have are joy and frustration.
Speaking of frustration. I want to fight someone. I know this is ridiculous.
But the more I think about it the more I realize I'm lacking in opposing forces.
I love arguing. I know it's not Christ-like and I should get over it, but I just kind of love it.
E. and I once got into a ten-minute verbal brawl because she left the milk out.
I remember arguing with Mr. Woods in front of my entire IB English class because he said adverbs were becoming obsolete.
The thing is, I don't have to be right. Sometimes/usually I pick things to argue about arbitrarily, whether it's important to me or not, just because I want to get some sort of reaction out of people and to see how well they'll fight back.
As I am thinking about this now, I am realizing I really should change my attitude. I should stop calling everyone the worst, I should stop arguing with my teachers (who are inevitably smarter than me...most of the time), I should stop challenging people all the time, I should stop being overly competitive about things that don't matter and gloating like crazy when I win.
I'm a bad person, mostly.
But I think being opinionated and defending opinions is somewhat healthy.
I should just join a debate team.
Or a boxing club.
I've felt so unsettled lately. I'm either falling asleep in the middle of things or wanting to tackle people as they walk by. There is no healthy balance here.