I've had it. This could possibly be the last bit of sane piece of rant to ever be seen in public out of anyone calling herself Soluhikari. Funny, that's an oxymoron, a sane rant. Anyways, college has been very bad to me this semester. Grades are horrible, I'm hanging in there in hopes of not dropping out, yet my psychological status is far from stable. It is a dark, irritated beast curled up in a paranoid coil, hoping nothing can disturb its much needed slumber in the dank chambers of my sanity. Yet all of the world is there for mankind to exploit. Valium seems to be a beautiful option at the moment, although I would take a bag of gummy bears over anti-depressants any time.

Freud once described women as "the dark continent". How accurate he is, that bastard probably knows it, smug douche. Nothing against the feller, I'm somewhat fond of that cigar-smoking bearded twat. Anyhows, from the middle of last semester to this exact moment, I have been fighting a two front war between an annoying Latina and a vengeful Korean whore. Yes, the same Korean girl who bagged on me for being Japanese. Apology for my genetic material, although it sounds rather hypocritical out of a female who assumed I was of her race until she heard my last name called out by the professor during lecture, since she is the holy one who is never wrong, who am I, an un-holy pagan, to judge her pure dictation? Silly, silly, bitch, Solu, you shall rot in purgatory until you start loving Jesus. I hope to meet my idols there, I do believe the majority of dictators of pre-20th century are all partying there? Hmm, I am rambling off the topic by slight bit, must make a 180. The Latina is the one who sold me out, spewing my honest words into the selective ears of the Korean child, whom I shall now call "J" lest I offend the other population of the Korean race who is blessed with common sense and sympathy for other entity other then themselves. The Latina shall be called "M", for the convenience of my typing skills. Oho, silly me, vending off of the topic again. M and J are pretty much teaming up against me and another individual, for we are the apparent heretics for not inviting both M and J to any of our silly social flounders. My argument was that J and M both hang out with others and not invite us all the time, yet they seem to conveniently forget that piece of information. The Red Scare trend is in, McCarthyism of the semester lives on.

First and foremost, I don't want M or J to be my friend. I want them to leave us alone. We are content with out social networks. Kindly refrain yourself from prodding it. But no, the saints of Candy Mountain must prod, must involve with every individual who was ever seen with us in public, seek some dirt, even seduce my dear friend's potential mate for the hell of it, just to break her heart. I do not blame the man, who can resist a free blowjob? But the girls, I have news for them. Happy endings where princesses win and they get everything they've ever wished for, and the evil witch and the dragon dies some miserable death worse than having cancer, a bad breakout of genital herpes, and HIV positive on the test all at the same time; this is only available in participating stores. Where we are, bad guys can win. Joker doesn't have to get his ass kicked by Batman all the time. You don't need a good GPA to become the President of the United States. MTV doesn't have to play music at all. This, is war, my lovely saints of Hooverville... This, is War.

I have myself a broomstick in the left hand, I think I shall administer this to one of the saints. Take it all, take it like a man, bitches... Santa's coming to town. I'm sick of being their dildo, I'm sick of seeing people that has nothing to do with the problem itself getting hurt or involved in any way. When a country gets infected with dangerous, highly infectious viral diseases, what does the strongest nation do? Quarantine the poor lads, and drop napalms into the area, then add some nukes just to make sure everything's dead. They were an unfortunate loss, but for the sake of the well-being of the world...! How dreadful this decision is, and regrettable to say the least. But allow me to quote a pompous arse.

It's just good business.

Don't take this personal, ladies. I tried, I really did. But my friend and I, we're just really really tired with this low productivity.



Shall we Dance?


1. HighLighter Godzilla verses Sasukes invisable woo-woo. [link]
2. Mayuri-sama with soda pop [link]
3. Crack SasoDei [link]
4. Us in Harry Potter [link]
5. Sasori and Kisame with Blaziken