Superheroes and General Debauchery.

Kay, so. You know when you've got a friend, and they're awesome and brave and just smart? And then they're the biggest idiot you've ever seen?
Yeah, I know that feel.
Look, we all want to help our friends. When they're sad, or pissed, or too sick to even insult us properly, we wanna help. News flash guys, if you don't have this big mamma bear instinct to aid your companions when they need it, you're a shit pal.
Anyway, we can try to help, and sometimes its good enough, and sometimes its not. And you don't have to flip all kinds of shit over it either. If your friends stupid enough to think they can "handle their own shit" and don't need your help, don't freak out. It's a matter of trust and pride. And stupid. Mostly stupid.
Then there are the times when they tell you to stay put of it, and you're all " Pfft, bitch please. I am all over this." And you end up fucking everything up. Yeah, at those points, its better for you to just call quits and write a nice apology text, cuz that ones on you, not them.
The point is, we can't all be fix-it friends. Sometimes, listening has to be good enough. Or provide a nice diversion. Make that Bitch laugh. Really loudly, with that embarrassing laugh they hate letting go. The kind with the snorting and the wheezing. It's the best diversion ever, just discussing that horrible laugh.
So the next time you wanna go out of your way to fix someone else's trainwreck, stop for a fucking minute and just think over whether you'll actually be doing any good. Mmk?
On a different note: CLICHE ALERT.
If you could have any superpower, or be any superhero, what would you be. Go ahead, post a superhero OC bio. I know you have one. I can tell.
I'm psychic, its not
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Where's your safe haven?

So, pageviews are skyrocketing. Gonna assume that's completely normal and congratulate myself later. Also thanks for that comment, person way to get the ball rolling.
Moving on: I'm not sure about everywhere, but where I am, school is in session. Now, school itself can be a topic of its own some other time, for now I just want to address pressure.
Many aren't aware that standards of education have been increasing for some time in many areas, especially in high schools and colleges around the world. Young people are expected to get better grades, take the right classes, qualify for the right things to better their lives later on. And the workload and course material has been increasing and shifting to compensate.
I'm not going to claim to be an expert on the state of the educational system where I am, but I can open my eyes enough to see what's been happening. Nor am I going to bash the officials for trying to aid kids in their "path to adulthood" or whatever. That's fantastic, really.
I will take a stand over the pressure placed on young people to be better than anyone before them.
By blogging.
Yeah, I'm aware that sitting here venting about social issues will do little more than rile a few people up and provide an oppourtunity for argument with some other "well meaning individual", but this is literally the best way I can think of to get a second opinion.
I just wish that there was a better way to prepare people for life other than throwing a bunch of textbooks and worksheets and partial credit at them. Yknow, by actually preparing then for a life where GPA doesnt matter 30 years from now. I dunno, this is just a rant.

As for the title, its a way I have for dealing with stress. When I feel like I'm in a stressed situation, and I have the time, I imagine myself in a different environment. Yeah, its a form of psychological escapism, and its neither recommended nor "healthy", but professionals say listening to music when you're upset is another form, and that's plenty healthy in my opinion. Anyway, i'll find somwhere where I won't be bothered, put in headphones, and listen to a soundtrack of a thunderstorm in a forest. The kind where it sounds like rain falling on leaves, and the thunder kind of rumbles sometimes and kind of cracks others. And you can hear wind going through the trees. There's even a brook nearby, and you can hear the rain hitting the water. Then I close my eyes and just imagine. I'm sitting in the forest near my home and its raining. The air is warm, but the breeze is a bit colder, so its late summer, early fall. The trees are moving a lot and the sky is clouded over, with really impressive clouds. Might be some lightning too. And I just sit, and listen, and relax. There's yet to be a problem that I've come across that won't be fixed after doing this. This is my safe place, where no problem can bother me. A bit like a mind palace, but instead of a place where I store my life, its a spot I keep clear on my own head. It's not true escape, not really. The problems still exist, and they stay with me. But they can't bother me there. I can think clearly there, without panicking. And solutions are often easier to find when you can think clearly. It might be a little crazy, but its always worked for me. I'm not avoiding my problems, I'm facing them head on, with a clear mind. Hence the question: Where's your safe haven? This might not work for everyone. It doesn't have to be an environment, it could be a nice experience with your lover or family. But for me, its always been the forest as it rains. If you run out of options, you could try this. Just remember: the point isn't to escape from what's bothering you. The point is to face it with the aid of your own peace and clarity. That's the only way to deal with your personal demons. If you want, leave a comment about your own methods to relieve stress, or your happy place. You never know. You could end up really helping someone out. For once, this isn't TOTAL BULLSHIT.

Have you ever forgotten what was pissing you off?

Yes, this is the start of the amazing period of time in which people actually comment.
Seriously, I'm only warning about troll wars, besides that, some commenting with problems or whatever would be just totes legit dude. (Catching that whiff? It's sarcasm.)
I really would like to read what people have to share, its always been pretty cool to know you're not all robots or me refreshing the page too much.
Back to the title:
Yesterday, I was pretty pissed off. It was a bad day. Up til lunch, I was constantly this close to punching someone in the dick, boob, or throat.
I was walking to my next class out of lunch, listening to my angst playlist (yes I actually named it "angst music") when suddenly some person I don't even know grabs my hand and walks with me.
Now I was pretty weirded out, but some little masochistic voice inside my head told me to just be cool and play along.
So I smiled and we started talking about history class until we got to the hallway and they turn and say
"Thanks, here's my class. See you later." And walk into class like whatever.
Meanwhile I literally have no idea what their name is. It's like when you rp with someone on omegle and then the connection dies at the worst shitting moment,  and you never meet again.
But I only realized later that I couldnt remember why I was so pissed in the first place. I was giggles and shits the rest of the day.
I really, really want to thank them. Creepy as it all is, they actually helped me out. And that's cool.
Now I'm not recommending that you go and grab someones fucking hand and start talking to them like old buddies, but, if you see someone being a little Bitch about life and trudging down the hallway with breaking benjamen blasting in their ears and broadcasting a general aura of doom, do something nice. Maybe even a smile. Anything can help.
Off of the dramatic shit, question of the post:
Has something this weird ever happened to you? Or have you ever just suddenly forgetten what you were bitching about in the first place?
I look forward to hearing your
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How the hell did I just Blog?

Yeah, this is gonna have to be fast, as [hint, detail of my life, hint] I've got a shedule to conform to that involves leaving my room and my precious laptop behind to brave the outside world.
shit.
Anyway, wanted to mention that I somehow remembered this as i woke up like a fucking Disney princess (all perfect hair and a beautiful attitude) and decided to check it out. And what do I behold?
22 page views.
I'm gonna assume that 22 pageviews doen't make you the shit or anything here, but being the lonely fuck that I am, that makes me the shit in my own web expereience. Awesome. Thanks for setting time beside in your lives to check this shit out.
That being said....
ARE YOU SHITTING ME.
I've got the expected majority from the lovely U S of A, but one came from Alasksa. ALASKA.
DIDN'T KNOW THE CARIBOU HAD ACCESS TO A PC.
I bet Palin taught them.
And then. Germany. ONE from Germany.
I mean, I literally now know what "spluttering" is.
GERMANY.
HELL FUCKING YES.
Okay, with that done, i guess i can leave and experience life or some dumb shit like that.
probably gonna post before the day is up, just cuz my lack of a real life demands that I make some friends, screw it if it's over the interwebs.
(Just so You Know, this is
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Getting Started

Okay, just so we're clear:
I'M NEW AT THIS.
If that wasn't blindingly obvious from the numerous fuckups i've probably already managed to produce, then let it be known now, i'm 100% N00B at blogging.
Now that we've got that established, we can move on to the rest of this bullshit.
As the URL states, this blog will be complete and total bullshit. (I'll probably have to do some absolutely ironic and cliche ending to every post about this bullshittery)
As the title of the blog proudly declares, this is also the story of my life. Yes, i'm an egocenric attention-whore. I should be jailed for attention prostituion. That's how bad it is.
That being said, there will be a lot of ME on here. You read the title, so don't bullshit yourself about how shallow thisis, you knew it was coming.
Still, I feel obligated to include, every so often, a tidbit about the world outside my lair. And once I find the shitting options on this dumbass site, I'll probably include a poll or an ask box or something to include all friggen six of you in the discussion.
So, for those of you who have sworn to read, lost a bet, or owed me some shit:
FUCKING FOLLOW THROUGH BY READING THIS SHIT.
Evryone else, have a blast perusing my psyche.
Sayanora asshats, I've got some bullshit that needs attending to.
(No, I'm not actually this antagonistic, I'm just in a mood. And the internet likes to make me think i can get away with being an ass. Please don't be offended, I'll try to tone this down. TRY.)

This is one Fabulous Bitch signing off.
See you next time with more
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(yeah, this is happening.every time. deal)