Okay...

I haven't been posting lately 'cause I feel real weird. Mood swings and stuff. So I'm afraid I may get into "ranting" mode and offend people. Especially if they're big, muscle-bond idiots. No, it's not you Gunny. No, it's not you, Qian Nan. When I say "big, muscle-bound idiots", I'm referring to them in general. And my scout career is at a all-time low. Don't wanna talk about it.

They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I beg to (dream and) differ. Every knock counts. They build up till you're dead. No point suffering for the sake of "character building". That is, essentially, crap.

Okay, I'm ranting. To tired to stop myself.

I've been doing some thought analysis lately. (Metacognition -- a CID thingus.) Anyway, I've come up with the following psychobabble:~ (Gawd, I love that word.)

Reasons for my immense dislike for scouts:~

• I believe strongly in the brains-over-brawn thing and everyone in scouts are dudes who have nothing better to do than to obsess over six-packs, push-ups and biceps. Idiots.
• They're perverts. 90% of them. There's this dude who's looks like a mummy's boy who watches porn. Idiots.
• The adults in charge think we're all delinquents who need to be tortured and "put on the correct path in life". Idiots.
• And, of course, there are many other more reasons.

Now, when the word "scouts" is mentioned, people look at me. I HATE IT. I don't wanna be associated with it. I'm turning emo. Thinking suicidal thoughts. (JOKE! Stay clam, Mr Social Worker.) The next time you see me, I'll be in black and will have scary eye shadow. Even more reasons:~

• I don't believe in the whole "honour" thing. I don't think any one does. "Hypocrites!' screams Gunny.
• Okay, the scouting movement was ONCE great. But now it has been reduced to a CCA that people join when they can't get into any thing else.

I don't know if you've noticed, but this post feels a little more "down" than the others. Gawd, I feel horrible. Nowadays in school, I'm, like, talking to myself in the head most of the time. My I get bored I recite lyrics from Infinity On High. Thankfully, Cynthia's not such a bitch anymore. (The sky is going to fall. LSX has complimented Cynthia.) She's not singing as often. (Pigs start to fly.) And she's not squealing at allegedly "cute" stuff. (The earth explodes.)

Okay, it's ending. Nothing more to say. I feel marginally better. Thanks for the therapy.

Put your eyes to the sun and say,"I know you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding."

~The Carpal Tunnel of Love by Fall Out Boy

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