I just hit rock bottom.
I did a bowl-a-thon for the chorus today, and I sucked. But I'm getting $14 in Credit for chorus, so...
Anyway, I want to make this blog as short and sweet as possible.
The guy I like is back with his ex. Oh, and by the way, he said THE DAY BEFORE THEY GOT BACK TOGETHER, that he liked me too.
Fuck my life.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Drag Queens and Walmart Rapists.
Oh my GOD.
Saturday night, I went to a nearby town to see the annual showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, possibly one of the greatest movies ever made. As you SHOULD know, people dress up for this movie like it's Star Wars on heroin, mixed in with Drag Queens, songs, and SEX. A LOT, LOT, LOOOOOT OF SEX. I just sprayed my hair white for this event, and passed myself off as a "transylvanian". It worked, cause my friend "Kendra" (COUGH COUGH HAIDEEKAE) brought her little sister along (Let's call her Pedobait.) and she had one of those gay leather nazi caps. It worked with my leather jacket.
When I got there, I saw Honeyballs (Don't ask) Kendra, Kendra's boyfriend (Robin.), one of Honeyball's friends, and Pedobait. They were playing Casper, so we just hung around in the back. And I drank Unicorn Jizz. (Hershey's white chocolate milk.) AND THEN WE SAW A MINI JUSTIN BIEBER. Kendra started screaming. It was so hilarious. So, we sat on a beach near a store, and we just were our loud, obnoxious selves. We met some random creeper (James Sunderland lookalike!) and these awesome ass parents who were taking their 3 year old to see RHPS too. He knew how to do the time warp. When that kid is 16, I'm stalking him like Pedobear stalks lolis. The movie was SUPPOSED to play at 10:30, but instead, they started showing New Moon. I read the ENTIRE Twilight saga, and watched the movies, just so I can make fun of them. (Although, Taylor Lautner is REALLY HOT.) and the entire time, Kendra and I were shouting "LIIIIPS!!! LET THERE BE LIPS!!!" And everytime we saw a Motorcycle, we shouted "NOT MEATLOAF AGAIN!!!"
So, us, being the retards we are, got in line for a haunted house we had no intention on going into. They had this person in a costume, and I was like "HEY! YOU'RE SEXY!" When IT clearly wasn't. It had security come and remove us. It was quite worth the lulz.
So, when Rocky Horror came on, my group was the only group doing participation. I was like "WTF" cause I was the only one doing it at first, then my whores jumped in later. We even threw in our own participation. (Teach me how to love again! / Show me how to be a freak!) It was HILARIOUS. We all got on stage to do the Time Warp, which was beautiful. After that, I had Pedobait, James, and some random chick we met go up with me for Rose Tint My World. Pedobait just stood thereLIKE THE LOLI SHE IS and I have NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK JAMES WAS DOING. But when Brad's part came on, I nailed it. I did it PERFECTLY, and made the crowd go apeshit when I felt up my own leg. Janet was pretty good too, but I still can't remember that bitches name. At least she let me us her boa!
Now, for I'm Going Home, I was surprised that I was the only one who got up there to Shadow Cast it. Either way, it was beautiful. I pulled it off EXACTLY like the movie, and even got into the crowd for the final scene. Appearantly, I was so good at it, the crowd went apeshit before I even ended. But when I go to sit down, guess who I find out was watching me the entire time?
My mother.
I was SO FUCKING EMBARRASSED. But I love my mom, so OH FUCKING WELL.
After the movie ended, this woman talked to us, and said she was gonna talk to some of the managers of the place, and try to have them replay it every month, just so I can come back. I never knew I was so good at being Jailbait...
So, Mom drove Honeyballs home, and I was having SEVERE nausea and stomach cramps. We were driving Robin to Walmart, where his mom would pick him up, and we both went in to use the bathroom.NO, I DON'T PEAK AT GUYS IN THE BATHROOM. FUCK YOU. And there was this weird guy in there, he looked 25. He was playing with the water. He said he was 'trippin on acid' and was like "Wall wanna buy somethin? I got weed, crack, LSD..." We were like "No thanks!" And he pushed on Robin, and was like "DID YOU MURDER SOMEBODY!?" cause he had FAKE blood on his shirt. We needed to get the FUCK out of there, which we did. He fucking followed us. He's all "Why are you running away from me?!" Um, maybe because you're creepier than me at The Rocky Horror Picture Show?
But then, he REALLY pissed me off.
"I'm supposed to be the stalker here. I'mma rape the both of you. Starting with the guy in the black shirt." (Me.) I turned around, and told him to back off. He told me to "chill" before he kicked my ass. I went up to the nearest register, and told them what happened. Yeah, they did nothing. So, I called mom, and THANKFULLY, an officer was RIGHT THERE, and she told him everything. He pulled the guy over, and did a regular intoxication test. He failed miserably. But he didn't have any drugs. But then the officers told us the most disturbing thing that night. "He's underage." I felt like SUCH an asshole. He was screaming at Robin and I from the cop car. I felt bad, cause we were standing in the middle of the Walmart parking lot, at 3 in the morning. Robin's mother was there, to pick him up, but we couldn't leave yet. She was patient, and really sweet. Either way, the kid's mom came to get him, and she gave us the dirtiest look, as if WE did something wrong. Um, ex-squeeze me BITCH, but I didn't want to risk getting raped. Either way, I went home, and PASSED OUT.
What a fucking night. ♥
Oh, and I just made my hair WHITE.
Saturday night, I went to a nearby town to see the annual showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, possibly one of the greatest movies ever made. As you SHOULD know, people dress up for this movie like it's Star Wars on heroin, mixed in with Drag Queens, songs, and SEX. A LOT, LOT, LOOOOOT OF SEX. I just sprayed my hair white for this event, and passed myself off as a "transylvanian". It worked, cause my friend "Kendra" (COUGH COUGH HAIDEEKAE) brought her little sister along (Let's call her Pedobait.) and she had one of those gay leather nazi caps. It worked with my leather jacket.
When I got there, I saw Honeyballs (Don't ask) Kendra, Kendra's boyfriend (Robin.), one of Honeyball's friends, and Pedobait. They were playing Casper, so we just hung around in the back. And I drank Unicorn Jizz. (Hershey's white chocolate milk.) AND THEN WE SAW A MINI JUSTIN BIEBER. Kendra started screaming. It was so hilarious. So, we sat on a beach near a store, and we just were our loud, obnoxious selves. We met some random creeper (James Sunderland lookalike!) and these awesome ass parents who were taking their 3 year old to see RHPS too. He knew how to do the time warp. When that kid is 16, I'm stalking him like Pedobear stalks lolis. The movie was SUPPOSED to play at 10:30, but instead, they started showing New Moon. I read the ENTIRE Twilight saga, and watched the movies, just so I can make fun of them. (Although, Taylor Lautner is REALLY HOT.) and the entire time, Kendra and I were shouting "LIIIIPS!!! LET THERE BE LIPS!!!" And everytime we saw a Motorcycle, we shouted "NOT MEATLOAF AGAIN!!!"
So, us, being the retards we are, got in line for a haunted house we had no intention on going into. They had this person in a costume, and I was like "HEY! YOU'RE SEXY!" When IT clearly wasn't. It had security come and remove us. It was quite worth the lulz.
So, when Rocky Horror came on, my group was the only group doing participation. I was like "WTF" cause I was the only one doing it at first, then my whores jumped in later. We even threw in our own participation. (Teach me how to love again! / Show me how to be a freak!) It was HILARIOUS. We all got on stage to do the Time Warp, which was beautiful. After that, I had Pedobait, James, and some random chick we met go up with me for Rose Tint My World. Pedobait just stood there
Now, for I'm Going Home, I was surprised that I was the only one who got up there to Shadow Cast it. Either way, it was beautiful. I pulled it off EXACTLY like the movie, and even got into the crowd for the final scene. Appearantly, I was so good at it, the crowd went apeshit before I even ended. But when I go to sit down, guess who I find out was watching me the entire time?
My mother.
I was SO FUCKING EMBARRASSED. But I love my mom, so OH FUCKING WELL.
After the movie ended, this woman talked to us, and said she was gonna talk to some of the managers of the place, and try to have them replay it every month, just so I can come back. I never knew I was so good at being Jailbait...
So, Mom drove Honeyballs home, and I was having SEVERE nausea and stomach cramps. We were driving Robin to Walmart, where his mom would pick him up, and we both went in to use the bathroom.
But then, he REALLY pissed me off.
"I'm supposed to be the stalker here. I'mma rape the both of you. Starting with the guy in the black shirt." (Me.) I turned around, and told him to back off. He told me to "chill" before he kicked my ass. I went up to the nearest register, and told them what happened. Yeah, they did nothing. So, I called mom, and THANKFULLY, an officer was RIGHT THERE, and she told him everything. He pulled the guy over, and did a regular intoxication test. He failed miserably. But he didn't have any drugs. But then the officers told us the most disturbing thing that night. "He's underage." I felt like SUCH an asshole. He was screaming at Robin and I from the cop car. I felt bad, cause we were standing in the middle of the Walmart parking lot, at 3 in the morning. Robin's mother was there, to pick him up, but we couldn't leave yet. She was patient, and really sweet. Either way, the kid's mom came to get him, and she gave us the dirtiest look, as if WE did something wrong. Um, ex-squeeze me BITCH, but I didn't want to risk getting raped. Either way, I went home, and PASSED OUT.
What a fucking night. ♥
Oh, and I just made my hair WHITE.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Dramallamas galore.
DRAMALLAMA 1 - BLACK CHICKS
TL;DR version - Two Ghetto Queens on my bus started bitching at me for jumping into MY conversation, and threatened me. "I'mma geet mah mommuh n have hur sheeyootcha!"
(Translation - "I'm going to get my mother, and have her fire her gun at you.")
And you know what's funny? They accuse me of being racist for telling them that I was going to report said threat, and they always tell the Principal about "how much I love telling everyone how I just love anal sex". I don't air that info ANYWHERE. I can promise anyone that. They're just making up lies to try and get my ass suspended so that they can continue to radiate their ghetto-ness among the bus.
Oh, yeah, did I mention they also threaten the bus driver herself, and call her a racist for getting onto them for harassing me, but never getting on me for defending myself?
DRAMALLAMA 2 - CHOIR DRAMA.
My school has 2 show choirs. 1 for women only, and another for both sexes. Tryouts are held at the end of the year. Last time, they were in March, and I -obviously- didn't make it. I expected as such. Because the judges are the seniors in both show choirs. I had some friends, but I hoped for the best, and prayed that everyone voted fairly, even though I know they didn't. What's worse, is that most of the seniors in the show choirs this year hate me, and one of the judges is the gay, white, half-brother of the two Ghetto Queens mentioned in the above post. So, I'm pretty much fucked either way. They always say "We're gonna judge fairly!" But does anyone really believe that bullshit? We all know it's a goddamn popularity contest. A guy that had NO CHOIR EXPERIENCE WHATSOEVER GOT INTO THE SHOW CHOIR. We have a men's/women's choir, mixed, and the show choirs. He got in because he was liked by all the seniors. I didn't care. BFD, right? All I cared about was getting in for my Junior Year. If I don't get in, well, fuck it. I dunno what I'll do, but I won't be at my high school anymore. I'll prob'ly just go live with my dad. I only stay in this shithole of a town because of the choir, and my friends. That's it.
DRAMALLAMA 2.B - CHOIR DRAMA (Cont.)
Every few years, my choir auditions for the Disney Candlelight Performance, where we go and actually sing at Disney World. The requirements are a cheap fee of $400, and a GPA of 2.0 or higher. Well, my GPA IS a 2.0, but the computer is screwing up more than ever, and set me at a 1.8. I don't know why. I've tried explaining this to the director, but he's stubborn. I don't hate him, I'm just annoyed that my mom has already payed 2/3rds of the trip, and I might not even be able to go, due to a glitch in the system.
Fuck my life.
TL;DR version - Two Ghetto Queens on my bus started bitching at me for jumping into MY conversation, and threatened me. "I'mma geet mah mommuh n have hur sheeyootcha!"
(Translation - "I'm going to get my mother, and have her fire her gun at you.")
And you know what's funny? They accuse me of being racist for telling them that I was going to report said threat, and they always tell the Principal about "how much I love telling everyone how I just love anal sex". I don't air that info ANYWHERE. I can promise anyone that. They're just making up lies to try and get my ass suspended so that they can continue to radiate their ghetto-ness among the bus.
Oh, yeah, did I mention they also threaten the bus driver herself, and call her a racist for getting onto them for harassing me, but never getting on me for defending myself?
DRAMALLAMA 2 - CHOIR DRAMA.
My school has 2 show choirs. 1 for women only, and another for both sexes. Tryouts are held at the end of the year. Last time, they were in March, and I -obviously- didn't make it. I expected as such. Because the judges are the seniors in both show choirs. I had some friends, but I hoped for the best, and prayed that everyone voted fairly, even though I know they didn't. What's worse, is that most of the seniors in the show choirs this year hate me, and one of the judges is the gay, white, half-brother of the two Ghetto Queens mentioned in the above post. So, I'm pretty much fucked either way. They always say "We're gonna judge fairly!" But does anyone really believe that bullshit? We all know it's a goddamn popularity contest. A guy that had NO CHOIR EXPERIENCE WHATSOEVER GOT INTO THE SHOW CHOIR. We have a men's/women's choir, mixed, and the show choirs. He got in because he was liked by all the seniors. I didn't care. BFD, right? All I cared about was getting in for my Junior Year. If I don't get in, well, fuck it. I dunno what I'll do, but I won't be at my high school anymore. I'll prob'ly just go live with my dad. I only stay in this shithole of a town because of the choir, and my friends. That's it.
DRAMALLAMA 2.B - CHOIR DRAMA (Cont.)
Every few years, my choir auditions for the Disney Candlelight Performance, where we go and actually sing at Disney World. The requirements are a cheap fee of $400, and a GPA of 2.0 or higher. Well, my GPA IS a 2.0, but the computer is screwing up more than ever, and set me at a 1.8. I don't know why. I've tried explaining this to the director, but he's stubborn. I don't hate him, I'm just annoyed that my mom has already payed 2/3rds of the trip, and I might not even be able to go, due to a glitch in the system.
Fuck my life.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
ಠ_ಠ HOMEWORK.
I just don't get it.
What's the point of Homework? It's just another way of keeping us teens
A - From having free time.
B - From advancing to the next grade.
Homework is rather pointless. Some people can't even get it done without a teacher. I know I can't! Most of the time, if it's multiple choice, I guess. If not... Google. But anyway, it also wastes paper.
My way of thinking - If the teacher wants us to do work, it's gonna have to be IN class.
Short blog is short.
What's the point of Homework? It's just another way of keeping us teens
A - From having free time.
B - From advancing to the next grade.
Homework is rather pointless. Some people can't even get it done without a teacher. I know I can't! Most of the time, if it's multiple choice, I guess. If not... Google. But anyway, it also wastes paper.
My way of thinking - If the teacher wants us to do work, it's gonna have to be IN class.
Short blog is short.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Religion.
Controversial post - Coming right up!
You know what? I'm sick of Christians, Mormons, and other religious people telling me that I'm going to burn in hell. Honestly, they are too. Correct me if I am wrong, but doesn't the bible say NOT TO JUDGE, and LOVE EVERYONE (basically.)? And it also amuses me, because they're actually only listening to what their Pastor, Father, etc are telling them.
Ironic, huh? God doesn't hate fags like me. Actually, this reminds me of an interesting story. One night, after coming home from my best friend's (Let's call her Betty Gwen Jemima Cuntlicker, or just Betty.) house, I discovered 40+ bibles on my front porch. Each had a note attached by a rubber band. "You're going to hell." "Abomination." "God hates fags." etc. Well, that's okay, bitches. I held a bonfire in my backyard that night. And I didn't feel bad about it.
Another thing, the bible says God loves everyones, and we are all equal.
It doesn't say that we are all equal... Unless you're gay. That's just something people didn't want to see at the time. Well, sorry fuckers. We're here to fucking stay.
You know what? I'm sick of Christians, Mormons, and other religious people telling me that I'm going to burn in hell. Honestly, they are too. Correct me if I am wrong, but doesn't the bible say NOT TO JUDGE, and LOVE EVERYONE (basically.)? And it also amuses me, because they're actually only listening to what their Pastor, Father, etc are telling them.
"Homophobic fundamentalists often quote two particular verses that seem to be against gay people. These two verses, both of which appear in the book of Leviticus, are . . .
"You shall not lie with a male as with a woman. It is an abomination." (Leviticus 18:22)
and . . .
"If a man lies with a male as he lies with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination. They shall surely be put to death. Their blood shall be upon them." (Leviticus 20:13)
Below, we'll take a look at other scripture verses that are in the exact same book (Leviticus) as the above verse. This exercise proves that those preachers who are so enthusiastic about quoting the book of Leviticus to affirm their personal prejudice against people who are gay or lesbian become awfully quiet when it comes to other verses that appear in the very same book.
Remember, this isn't about faith whatsoever. It's about people who have pre-existing anti-gay prejudice in their hearts. They choose the Christian Bible as the tool with which they attempt to affirm and legitimize that pre-existing prejudice.
Sadly, the truth is that they just don't like gay people.
An "abomination?"
Fundamentalists also like to use Leviticus 18:22 to justify their anti-gay prejudice. That verse says, "You shall not lie with a male as with a woman. It is an abomination." Perhaps you have heard some people refer to gay people as an "abomination." They get the idea directly from Leviticus 18:22. But did you know...
"But all in the seas or in the rivers that do not have fins and scales, all that move in the water or any living thing which is in the water, they are an abomination to you." (Leviticus 11:10)
- The Bible says that eating shrimp and lobster is an abomination:
"They (shellfish) shall be an abomination to you; you shall not eat their flesh, but you shall regard their carcasses as an abomination." (Leviticus 11:11)
"Whatever in the water does not have fins or scales; that shall be an abomination to you." (Leviticus 11:12)
Ironic, huh? God doesn't hate fags like me. Actually, this reminds me of an interesting story. One night, after coming home from my best friend's (Let's call her Betty Gwen Jemima Cuntlicker, or just Betty.) house, I discovered 40+ bibles on my front porch. Each had a note attached by a rubber band. "You're going to hell." "Abomination." "God hates fags." etc. Well, that's okay, bitches. I held a bonfire in my backyard that night. And I didn't feel bad about it.
Another thing, the bible says God loves everyones, and we are all equal.
It doesn't say that we are all equal... Unless you're gay. That's just something people didn't want to see at the time. Well, sorry fuckers. We're here to fucking stay.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
How convenient.
I was to go over to one of my whores' house today, for a slumber party with Penguin and maybe some others. I think it's really interesting that when I text her and say "Getting ready!" She suddenly gets GROUNDED FOR A WEEK. Nice. I don't believe that. I wish she would have just told me that she just didn't want me over.
Anyway, I've done nothing all day, except sit around and play Pokemon Mystery Dungeon 2. I just gotta find something else to do, I guess. There's that Shadow of Destiny game that Dizzy loaned me... Honeyballs is practically begging me to play it. Ahhh I miss Dizzy and Honeyballs.
AND ON SOME SORTA GOOD NEWS, Redhead texted me, and she's trying to hook me up with that guy. Sllllllllllllllllllllllloooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwllllllllyyyy. I love my friends ♥ SOMETIMES.
Anyway, I've done nothing all day, except sit around and play Pokemon Mystery Dungeon 2. I just gotta find something else to do, I guess. There's that Shadow of Destiny game that Dizzy loaned me... Honeyballs is practically begging me to play it. Ahhh I miss Dizzy and Honeyballs.
AND ON SOME SORTA GOOD NEWS, Redhead texted me, and she's trying to hook me up with that guy. Sllllllllllllllllllllllloooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwllllllllyyyy. I love my friends ♥ SOMETIMES.
Friday, October 15, 2010
RANTRANTRANT
DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE BISEXUAL. YOU MAY BE OFFENDED.
So, early this morning, at school, I heard from someone, that the guy I like (Let's call him Freshie, cause he is one.) is 'going fully straight'.
......
FIRST OFF, HOW DOES SOMEONE JUST "GO STRAIGHT"?!?!? Honestly, you're either gay, straight, or just slutty. I don't believe in Bisexuality where you're more 'gay' than 'straight' or vice versa. For me, that term is nonexistent. I replaced it with 'slutty' 'Bi-curious'. Every bisexual I've met has always said that they are "x% gay, and x% straight". HONESTLY, SHUT THE FUCK UP. If you're more gay, then you are GAY, you are NOT BI, YOU ARE GAY.
Also, for all the 95% Gay guys out there, don't "be with a woman just to have kids." That's disgusting, and also, that's what turkey basters are for.
I CANNOT stand those people that are different each week. "Yeah, I'm gay." AND THEN 1 WEEK LATER "Yeah, I'm straight."
1 - You cannot make yourself choose. If you are BiFlipFlop, and doing this, then just go with the 'parts' that you like more. It just really pisses me off, and I'm sure it's pissing off your community.
2 - If you think, because you're bi, that you're able to have BOTH A BOYFRIEND AND A GIRLFRIEND AT THE SAME TIME, go fuck yourself. You make me sick. That's CHEATING. Most people like to be exclusive. Yeah, my last boyfriend tried this with me, and so I dumped his sorry ass. (And then made his life a living hell.)
3 - Don't let anyone make fun of you for who you are. (Unless you're constantly switching teams.)
Don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with bisexuals! Just PEOPLE WHO CONSTANTLY CHANGE THEIR INTERESTS. That's like saying you hate a certain type of music one week, the next week being obsessed with it, and then back to hate, and BACK AND FORTH, BACK AND FORTH.
TL;DR version - Pick a fucking team. You CANNOT CHANGE YOUR SEXUAL PREFERENCE. (If you need any more info on the part in all-caps, watch "But I'm A Cheerleader".)
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Danget.
I didn't go to school today. Mom went to the E.R. last night, saying her stomach hurt like a bitch. She called me this morning, saying it was her appendix. She'll be fine. I'm fine. Gave me some much needed sleep. (AND I MEAN LOTS.) So Kiki texted me, and said "WHERE WERE U TODAI?!" :/ I told her what happened, and she said that my other whores were looking for me today for some reason. Guess I'll find out tomorrow. Anyway, nothing else happened. AT ALL. So I might just play Pokemon Mystery Dungeon 2 or something.
I just thought I'd make a post today - Because I was bored.
I just thought I'd make a post today - Because I was bored.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
I'M SUCH A HOT MESS
What the mother loving love.
So, my school decided to tell us, like 2 days before it happened, "LOL YER GONNA TAKE THE PEE-ESS-AYY-TEE." I was like "...Wtf is that?" My teachers said "LULZ IT DETERMINES HOW YOU'LL BE IN COLLEGE AND SHIZ."
1st - No one is going to tell me how I'll do in College. I'll let you bitches know how I'll do in College when I actually go, bitch.
2nd - Juniors had to PAY to take it. The state paid for the Sophomore's.
WAIT A FREAKING SECOND!!!!
Last time I checked, our state was BROKE. So, where the hell did they get the money to pay for our tests? BESIDES, they were just wasting money. I'm sure a hell of a lot of students "Christmas Tree'd" it. (For those who don't know, that's when you randomly guess on the test, not even bothering to read the question.) I wanted to go to Culinary, but NO, I had to sit in a chair from 7-10.
AND ANOTHER THING. This test had 5 sections. 25 minutes for each, except the last, which gave us 30 minutes. We finished each section in time, yet everyone had to continue to just sit in ONE AREA. No reading, no talking. Nothing. Oh, and we weren't allowed to go to the bathroom. What the hell is with that? I DON'T CARE THAT STUDENTS ARE TESTING, I NEED TO URINATE, BITCH. So to keep us all entertained, our 'Shapurown' (That's how I spell it :D) made us play Tic Tac Toe against him. No one beat him. (Except my friend, GreenJacket.)
So afterwurrrrds, I went to 5th period. The Retard was back. Our entire class was so annoyed by him, we cherished every moment he wasn't there.* What's worse, is that my friend, Miss Chocobo, sits right behind him. He's 17, and a Freshman. We're sure he's "special."
AHAHAHA LUNCH!! Ohhhh, how I love lunch now. They put up a little sub shop, and I was one of the first people to try, along with my friend Mudkipz. I love seeing Mudkipz, and my other friends at lunch. Kiki. Penguin. And the new whores that I haven't named yet. I saw Gaydude, and Gaybitch. I yelled at Gaydude, embarassing him and his friends. Hahaha. I have a thing for shouting people's names [; Gaybitch I can't even look at anymore. Long story, too much drama.
Oh yeah. I saw a guy I like at lunch today. Yaaaay~
SO I WENT TO 6TH PERIOD, AND THEN 7TH. I was so bored during these periods. Oh well. I didn't see the other guy I like though. But my 11:11 wish came true.
"Just let me see _______ today."
I wonder if he likes me too? Prob'ly not. Or at least, with my luck, that's how things usually are between me and guys. I like them, and they don't. Mostly because of the things that people say about me. But who really knows the ACTUAL ME? Very few do. Kiki, who I've known since January 3rd, 2006, doesn't even know the real me that well. The real me is that person that questions everyone's motives. The real me doesn't trust anyone. The real me wants someone to randomly come up to me, and just wrap their arms around me, and refuse to let go, regardless of what I say. I've had a very troubled life, but I would rather not discuss it.
Anyway, back on the subject. I wonder if he does like me? He's just a Freshman, and he already has a really bad rep. Hah, so did I. But I didn't take anyone's bullshit. I caused drama where it was needed.
I just wish he would ask me for help, or something. Anything that would lead me to just talking to him, or just a reassurance that he actually noticed me for once.
When I got home, I decided to sleep. I had a... very, very odd dream. I was in a car, that remained unseen, as this dream was in a first person view. It was sunset, and my friend Mama Lion II was driving. (Not Mama Lion, Mama Lion II.) Her boyfriend (CountryBoy) was in the passenger seat, and Senioritis was sitting next to me. I looked out the window, and I didn't recognize this path that Mama Lion II drove us down. It had hills, and hundreds of people, with surfboards, umbrellas, and beach chairs were walking up the hills. It didn't seem as if they were in a panic, but... One of my friends (Who doesn't have a nickname yet) was walking up the hill. My window came down, and she shouted at me "Hi Wolfie!!" (She used my real name.) And I waved.
When we got there... WTF. We were at a beach, that had a lighthouse in the water, and the sunset hit it perfectly. Only weird thing? There were white-and-PURPLE PANDAS, PLAYING WITH RAINBOW BUTTERFLIES. Do you know how amazingly epic that was? And then for some reason, Mama Lion II disappeared, leaving me with CountryBoy and Senioritis. They got into an argument, and appearantly, Senioritis ate all of CountryBoy's sandwich meat months ago. What the hell?
...I can't keep my mind off him. No matter how much I write, I just want to write about him. If there was a 1000 page essay to write, and the subject was him, I would make it 2000 pages. And the hilarious thing is, I haven't even had my eyes on him for a grand total of 5 minutes. Now I sound like a slut. I don't want to be. But, I'm sure we've all been in this situation. I don't want to get too attached to him though. Last time I did, I didn't tell him for over a year. He told me he didn't want to go out with a friend, or someone younger. How ironic, considering his next boyfriend was a Freshman.
The things I WOULD have done for him. Now I realize that I was just stupid. But this guy... It's different. It's like... When I look at him, gravity is nonexistant. I always see him smiling, and I guess if he's happy, I'm happy. Even though he has a bad rep, I don't care. I don't listen to what others say, unless I know the real deal.*2.
I feel like I'm getting myself onto the road of a hell of a lot of pain. But I just don't care.
TL;DR VERSION.
* = I used to be like this, appearantly. But thanks to amnesia, I don't remember any of my childhood, and most of middle school. Barely anything is there, and it's awkward when people ask me about the past. I just go by what I wrote in my journals. Some of which, I abridged, because it's different than what most people remember.
*2 = Except for when last year, my ex-bff decided that she'd finger herself in class, for 3 days, each to a different book. One of which, was Twilight.
So, my school decided to tell us, like 2 days before it happened, "LOL YER GONNA TAKE THE PEE-ESS-AYY-TEE." I was like "...Wtf is that?" My teachers said "LULZ IT DETERMINES HOW YOU'LL BE IN COLLEGE AND SHIZ."
1st - No one is going to tell me how I'll do in College. I'll let you bitches know how I'll do in College when I actually go, bitch.
2nd - Juniors had to PAY to take it. The state paid for the Sophomore's.
WAIT A FREAKING SECOND!!!!
Last time I checked, our state was BROKE. So, where the hell did they get the money to pay for our tests? BESIDES, they were just wasting money. I'm sure a hell of a lot of students "Christmas Tree'd" it. (For those who don't know, that's when you randomly guess on the test, not even bothering to read the question.) I wanted to go to Culinary, but NO, I had to sit in a chair from 7-10.
AND ANOTHER THING. This test had 5 sections. 25 minutes for each, except the last, which gave us 30 minutes. We finished each section in time, yet everyone had to continue to just sit in ONE AREA. No reading, no talking. Nothing. Oh, and we weren't allowed to go to the bathroom. What the hell is with that? I DON'T CARE THAT STUDENTS ARE TESTING, I NEED TO URINATE, BITCH. So to keep us all entertained, our 'Shapurown' (That's how I spell it :D) made us play Tic Tac Toe against him. No one beat him. (Except my friend, GreenJacket.)
So afterwurrrrds, I went to 5th period. The Retard was back. Our entire class was so annoyed by him, we cherished every moment he wasn't there.* What's worse, is that my friend, Miss Chocobo, sits right behind him. He's 17, and a Freshman. We're sure he's "special."
AHAHAHA LUNCH!! Ohhhh, how I love lunch now. They put up a little sub shop, and I was one of the first people to try, along with my friend Mudkipz. I love seeing Mudkipz, and my other friends at lunch. Kiki. Penguin. And the new whores that I haven't named yet. I saw Gaydude, and Gaybitch. I yelled at Gaydude, embarassing him and his friends. Hahaha. I have a thing for shouting people's names [; Gaybitch I can't even look at anymore. Long story, too much drama.
Oh yeah. I saw a guy I like at lunch today. Yaaaay~
SO I WENT TO 6TH PERIOD, AND THEN 7TH. I was so bored during these periods. Oh well. I didn't see the other guy I like though. But my 11:11 wish came true.
"Just let me see _______ today."
I wonder if he likes me too? Prob'ly not. Or at least, with my luck, that's how things usually are between me and guys. I like them, and they don't. Mostly because of the things that people say about me. But who really knows the ACTUAL ME? Very few do. Kiki, who I've known since January 3rd, 2006, doesn't even know the real me that well. The real me is that person that questions everyone's motives. The real me doesn't trust anyone. The real me wants someone to randomly come up to me, and just wrap their arms around me, and refuse to let go, regardless of what I say. I've had a very troubled life, but I would rather not discuss it.
Anyway, back on the subject. I wonder if he does like me? He's just a Freshman, and he already has a really bad rep. Hah, so did I. But I didn't take anyone's bullshit. I caused drama where it was needed.
I just wish he would ask me for help, or something. Anything that would lead me to just talking to him, or just a reassurance that he actually noticed me for once.
When I got home, I decided to sleep. I had a... very, very odd dream. I was in a car, that remained unseen, as this dream was in a first person view. It was sunset, and my friend Mama Lion II was driving. (Not Mama Lion, Mama Lion II.) Her boyfriend (CountryBoy) was in the passenger seat, and Senioritis was sitting next to me. I looked out the window, and I didn't recognize this path that Mama Lion II drove us down. It had hills, and hundreds of people, with surfboards, umbrellas, and beach chairs were walking up the hills. It didn't seem as if they were in a panic, but... One of my friends (Who doesn't have a nickname yet) was walking up the hill. My window came down, and she shouted at me "Hi Wolfie!!" (She used my real name.) And I waved.
When we got there... WTF. We were at a beach, that had a lighthouse in the water, and the sunset hit it perfectly. Only weird thing? There were white-and-PURPLE PANDAS, PLAYING WITH RAINBOW BUTTERFLIES. Do you know how amazingly epic that was? And then for some reason, Mama Lion II disappeared, leaving me with CountryBoy and Senioritis. They got into an argument, and appearantly, Senioritis ate all of CountryBoy's sandwich meat months ago. What the hell?
...I can't keep my mind off him. No matter how much I write, I just want to write about him. If there was a 1000 page essay to write, and the subject was him, I would make it 2000 pages. And the hilarious thing is, I haven't even had my eyes on him for a grand total of 5 minutes. Now I sound like a slut. I don't want to be. But, I'm sure we've all been in this situation. I don't want to get too attached to him though. Last time I did, I didn't tell him for over a year. He told me he didn't want to go out with a friend, or someone younger. How ironic, considering his next boyfriend was a Freshman.
The things I WOULD have done for him. Now I realize that I was just stupid. But this guy... It's different. It's like... When I look at him, gravity is nonexistant. I always see him smiling, and I guess if he's happy, I'm happy. Even though he has a bad rep, I don't care. I don't listen to what others say, unless I know the real deal.*2.
I feel like I'm getting myself onto the road of a hell of a lot of pain. But I just don't care.
TL;DR VERSION.
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* = I used to be like this, appearantly. But thanks to amnesia, I don't remember any of my childhood, and most of middle school. Barely anything is there, and it's awkward when people ask me about the past. I just go by what I wrote in my journals. Some of which, I abridged, because it's different than what most people remember.
*2 = Except for when last year, my ex-bff decided that she'd finger herself in class, for 3 days, each to a different book. One of which, was Twilight.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Semi-Awesome Day.
Today, I woke up to my madre (For those who are retarded, that means 'mother') banging on my door. I looked at the clock on my digital cable box. 6:11. FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUU. I missed the bus. My bus comes anywhere between 6:03 and 6:07. I hate living on the VERY south side of town sometimes. So I took a quick shower to wash my hair, and got some clothes out of the dryer. Wanted to look hot today. Put on my class key (Which is a mini-class-ring on a necklace.) and it actually looked really good on me today. Black shirt, silver necklace. Bahaha. I'm such a girl.
Didn't see any of the guys I liked today. Sadface. Even though I made my wish at 11:11. I was pretty much dead for every period. 4 hours of sleep doesn't help. 5 hour energy does.
So, I got a text from my black girl friend who graduated last year. We're gonna call her "Mama Lion", because that's what they called her last year, during tryouts for my school's showchoir. (I didn't make it, but oh well.) She came with her phillipino friend, who we call the Virgin Whore. Long story. Let's juts say, it happened at Homecoming. Bahaha. Wild times! So, they texted me, and are like "You want anything from Sonic baby!?" I was like OKAY!! Either way, they came in for a minute, and Mama Lion and I squealed and raped each other in front of the chorus room. Haha. So, Mama Lion and Whore left after a minute, cause Senior Song (Our Choir Director) kicked them out. BAWWW. Either way at the end of class, I waited by the door, and practically had sex with Mama Lion through the door. Haha. They got my blue coconut slushie :D
We went to Sonic, and they got me some mozzarella sticks. Yaaay! This bitch pulled up, and Mama Lion said that she didn't like her. So I yelled "HEY WHORE!!!" She looked right at me. Haha, bitch [; So then a friend of the Whore's came up, and asked for a dollar. She didn't have anymore cash, so he walked off. Mama Lion was like "Why does he need a dollar...?" So I scream his name, and he comes back. Mama Lion is cracking up at this point. He's like "A dollar's a dollar, I need a dollar!" And walked off again. Haha. So, I took a picture of Mama Lion's body, and sent it to one of her stalkers (Let's call him Stalker from now on!). I love him and all, but I love screwing with him. She knew I was gonna send it too. And the entire day, I just kept sending him pics. Haha. He's gonna have to make it up to me somehowWITH HIS BODYYYY. We just kept laughing our asses off at the things he was texting me. As we were driving off, Mama Lion screamed "FUCK YOU PINK SHIRT!!!" because I told her that this dude in a pink shirt was always a jackass to me in 4th. Haha.
Next stop: Ghetto McD's. We were pulling in, and The Whore said "Hey! That guy's kinda cute!" HIS ASS WAS HANGING OUT OF HIS JEANS. Literally. I saw everything. So, I shouted "NICE ASS!!!" Mama Lion started laughing so hard, she had to pull over. When we were inside, I raped Mama Lion's apple pieIT LIKED IT and The Whore went over to that guy and said "Hey, sorry about my friend. He has tourettes." And he's all "It's fine!"
The Whore, for some reason, was recording practically everything we were doing. I dunno why. So, after stopping by my house, to get my inhaler, see my mom, dog, and get some music, we left for Walmart. They recently redesigned it, so it looks like shit now. So we just randomly walked around and were stupid. After that, we went to The Whore's house. And guess what? She lives down the street from an ex-best friend of mine. It's a long story, but it's too personal to type out. What's worse, I think he saw us, cause he started texting her, and his little brother came out. UGH. Either way, I don't want to be near his family. They're judgmental and insane.We dropped off The Whore, and then Mama Lion took me home TO JEFFREE STAR.
Now I wanna bother the stalker some more. Haha.
DEAR HEIDEEKAE.(Formerly Miss Monster.)
I dunno why I put this. I just wanted to. SO FEEL HONORED BETCH.
I love you :}
Didn't see any of the guys I liked today. Sadface. Even though I made my wish at 11:11. I was pretty much dead for every period. 4 hours of sleep doesn't help. 5 hour energy does.
So, I got a text from my black girl friend who graduated last year. We're gonna call her "Mama Lion", because that's what they called her last year, during tryouts for my school's showchoir. (I didn't make it, but oh well.) She came with her phillipino friend, who we call the Virgin Whore. Long story. Let's juts say, it happened at Homecoming. Bahaha. Wild times! So, they texted me, and are like "You want anything from Sonic baby!?" I was like OKAY!! Either way, they came in for a minute, and Mama Lion and I squealed and raped each other in front of the chorus room. Haha. So, Mama Lion and Whore left after a minute, cause Senior Song (Our Choir Director) kicked them out. BAWWW. Either way at the end of class, I waited by the door, and practically had sex with Mama Lion through the door. Haha. They got my blue coconut slushie :D
We went to Sonic, and they got me some mozzarella sticks. Yaaay! This bitch pulled up, and Mama Lion said that she didn't like her. So I yelled "HEY WHORE!!!" She looked right at me. Haha, bitch [; So then a friend of the Whore's came up, and asked for a dollar. She didn't have anymore cash, so he walked off. Mama Lion was like "Why does he need a dollar...?" So I scream his name, and he comes back. Mama Lion is cracking up at this point. He's like "A dollar's a dollar, I need a dollar!" And walked off again. Haha. So, I took a picture of Mama Lion's body, and sent it to one of her stalkers (Let's call him Stalker from now on!). I love him and all, but I love screwing with him. She knew I was gonna send it too. And the entire day, I just kept sending him pics. Haha. He's gonna have to make it up to me somehow
Next stop: Ghetto McD's. We were pulling in, and The Whore said "Hey! That guy's kinda cute!" HIS ASS WAS HANGING OUT OF HIS JEANS. Literally. I saw everything. So, I shouted "NICE ASS!!!" Mama Lion started laughing so hard, she had to pull over. When we were inside, I raped Mama Lion's apple pie
The Whore, for some reason, was recording practically everything we were doing. I dunno why. So, after stopping by my house, to get my inhaler, see my mom, dog, and get some music, we left for Walmart. They recently redesigned it, so it looks like shit now. So we just randomly walked around and were stupid. After that, we went to The Whore's house. And guess what? She lives down the street from an ex-best friend of mine. It's a long story, but it's too personal to type out. What's worse, I think he saw us, cause he started texting her, and his little brother came out. UGH. Either way, I don't want to be near his family. They're judgmental and insane.We dropped off The Whore, and then Mama Lion took me home
Now I wanna bother the stalker some more. Haha.
DEAR HEIDEEKAE.
I dunno why I put this. I just wanted to. SO FEEL HONORED BETCH.
I love you :}
Monday, October 11, 2010
*AHEM.*
RANDOM LULZ
I guess I should start off by telling all you stalkers about myself. I'm 15. My birthday is 4/20. (I bet all you pot smokers just LOVE me now.) I live in a small town, in the middle of very religious county. That about sums it up.
Oh yeah. I'm gay. If you don't like it, GTFO.
I'm very... Different. If you were to continue reading my posts (When I do them?) you'd soon discover that!
I pretty much started this blog for... No reason what so ever. One of my friends(COUGH COUGH MISS MONSTER) made one, and so, I felt like I had to. Because I'm weird.
DAAAAAAANG I'm tired! It's almost 11 here in Hell, and I have school in the morning. More than likely, I'm gonna go tanning tomorrow.
CURRENT DRAMAZ
Well, I just found out that the chorus trip to Disney, where I'd perform, go to the Arabian Nights show, Universal, and then one of the kingdoms, is not on my 'to-do' list anymore. I can't go because of my GPA. Which is .2 points away from being able to go. That's screwed up! I'm able to pay, so I SHOULD be able to go! I know it doesn't sound good, and may sound like I'm just trying to skip school, but I'm not. I love chorus. Singing is my life, and I doubt I will ever get another chance to sing at Disney Again. (Although, I've already sang inside Carnegie Hall... GAWD I MISS NEW YORK!!)
Still single. But this was predictable. I love living in a religious small town, and being one of the few gays here. It makes me feel special. My lesbian best friend moved away earlier this year, and I miss her every day. But ever since she left, the gay community has strangely been growing! Not sure why. Maybe because I set an example for people and basically tell them to 'fuck off' when they start hating on my people.
Yeah. Right. I doubt that actually happened. I'd be more 'liked' around this town if such a thing happened.
Currently, I'm one of the most hated, talked about, and controversial students at my school. Someone's always talking about how much of a fag I am. Seriously. I'm practically the definition of GAY in my school. (Or so I've heard?) I'm always doing something to piss off more and more people, so... Whatever, I guess. But the reason I call myself 'controversial', is because I have dyed my hair SO MANY TIMES, people are shocked my hair hasn't fallen out.
Blonde.
Blonde and blue.
Blue. (Which faded to green, and then after it was cut, ice blue.)
Black. Twice.
Chocolate
Auburn.
Pink.
And that was all in my Freshman year. Haha. I've actually got my own page on Facebook about it. It's actually pretty cool. (I did purple earlier, and I'm planning on silver with blue streaks in the future.)
KTHXBAI
I guess I should start off by telling all you stalkers about myself. I'm 15. My birthday is 4/20. (I bet all you pot smokers just LOVE me now.) I live in a small town, in the middle of very religious county. That about sums it up.
Oh yeah. I'm gay. If you don't like it, GTFO.
I'm very... Different. If you were to continue reading my posts (When I do them?) you'd soon discover that!
I pretty much started this blog for... No reason what so ever. One of my friends
DAAAAAAANG I'm tired! It's almost 11 here in Hell, and I have school in the morning. More than likely, I'm gonna go tanning tomorrow.
CURRENT DRAMAZ
Well, I just found out that the chorus trip to Disney, where I'd perform, go to the Arabian Nights show, Universal, and then one of the kingdoms, is not on my 'to-do' list anymore. I can't go because of my GPA. Which is .2 points away from being able to go. That's screwed up! I'm able to pay, so I SHOULD be able to go! I know it doesn't sound good, and may sound like I'm just trying to skip school, but I'm not. I love chorus. Singing is my life, and I doubt I will ever get another chance to sing at Disney Again. (Although, I've already sang inside Carnegie Hall... GAWD I MISS NEW YORK!!)
Still single. But this was predictable. I love living in a religious small town, and being one of the few gays here. It makes me feel special. My lesbian best friend moved away earlier this year, and I miss her every day. But ever since she left, the gay community has strangely been growing! Not sure why. Maybe because I set an example for people and basically tell them to 'fuck off' when they start hating on my people.
Yeah. Right. I doubt that actually happened. I'd be more 'liked' around this town if such a thing happened.
Currently, I'm one of the most hated, talked about, and controversial students at my school. Someone's always talking about how much of a fag I am. Seriously. I'm practically the definition of GAY in my school. (Or so I've heard?) I'm always doing something to piss off more and more people, so... Whatever, I guess. But the reason I call myself 'controversial', is because I have dyed my hair SO MANY TIMES, people are shocked my hair hasn't fallen out.
Blonde.
Blonde and blue.
Blue. (Which faded to green, and then after it was cut, ice blue.)
Black. Twice.
Chocolate
Auburn.
Pink.
And that was all in my Freshman year. Haha. I've actually got my own page on Facebook about it. It's actually pretty cool. (I did purple earlier, and I'm planning on silver with blue streaks in the future.)
KTHXBAI
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