Age and Love

I have never thought Age matters. And yes, Age. Capitalized. I'm not an uneducated dipshit. (Just like cursing.) I was emotionally intelligent enough at age 9 to realize people are assholes, and even adults are asswipes. I was bullied. I stood up to the girl, and her mom confronted me, not my mom, me, and told me "If I hear you so much as speak to my daughter you will die slut." I didn't know what slut meant. But you know. Life goes on. I can't remember the girl's face, some chick from camp, but the woman's face is imprinted in my mind for life. See, you can be a bitch when you are 5. You can be a bitch when you are 10. You can be a bitch when you are 15. But the older you get, the less people tolerate it. Age has nothing to do with maturity. All it means is you are expected to not be an ass. The best people, I think, are those who talk to kids like a person. Not like "gootchie gootchie look at the giraffeywaffey." Not like "Did you see that magnificent specimen of Giraffa camelopardalis?" Like "Hey, look at the giraffe!"

On another topic, I FUCKING AM FUCKING GOING FUCKING IN FUCKING SANE. I can't stop thinking about this guy. Yes I know. Every girl is like this, get the fuck over it. But I'm not. I am very self conscious in the way that I hate it when other people judge me. That's why I'm so weird. I almost purposely aggravate the judgements so I can control their judgement of me. Or I just made that up. But probably not. But  I can't stop thinking about what he'd think of this outfit or what he'd say to this joke. I've missed him since break began, and I think I talked to him once at the beginning. I miss him so much so much. Sorry. I'm usually not this sentimental. Or am I? I mean, I have been lately. RAWRGH. Ok. Love rant done.

My Music

Two posts within hours of each other. YEAS. Ok, so I have really weird tastes in music. I sort of listen to everything, save dubstep and rap. But I really vary. I love disney, country, some hip hop, some indie rock, I even listen to psychedelic sometimes. Right now I have listened to something from Madagascar, something by a psychedelic group Sleepy Suns, Boom Boom Pow, etc, etc. I mean I do listen to some Eminem time to time, but not all the time. Though The Real Slim Shady is like my theme song. I listen to a LOT of country, which my friends bash me for, but hey. Sexy men with sexy voices. Just try and stop me. Oh wait, please don't. That would be REALLY CREEPY ya little fuckers. ;) I'm the sort of person that will run around in pj's and belt out this music and only stop when I see the neighbors staring. I'm not a slut, but I wear some low cut tops. For all dem boys who are in love with me.....my turtle. >.< I am like boy repellent. STAY ON TOPIC. I also listen to stuff from "The Producers" MEL BROOKS SQUEE. In case you don't know, which would be sad, it is a hilarious, offensive, musical masterpiece. I love the song When You Got It, Flaunt It. I love it because it's so not me. gtg lunchtime

Hello Again

I debated apologizing for my lack of appearance. But who would I be apologizing to? Only I read this. Well. Do I have any interesting stories? I may be falling for a guy who is just like Barney Stinson from How I Met Your Mother, I am single (fyi) as a fucking pringle, I may never get my license, I'm my friends' (yes, plural) therapist, and I am debating wearing something mildly slutty to a New Year's party. Well, lets address one thing at a time.
1. There's this super suave guy who I know a lot of chicks like. Not my type. Arrogant, asshole-y, but funny, cute, oh did I mention he catches me all the time when I faint? People think I try to get caught by him. No. I honestly don't. That stupid asswipe just is always there. But when you spend that much time in someones arms, having them be that protective of you, it's hard to not develop feelings for them. Now let me get something straight, my no readers, I am not some girl who falls for the jerks. I do not. I fall for sweet, considerate guys I have a chance with. What the hell am I thinking.
2. My boyfriend dumped me, right after Thanksgiving break. He is "Barney's" best friend. Yea. I know. His reasons? We have nothing in common and he hates my friends. Oh jeez. Now I'm tearing up. RAWR. NO FEELS FOR THIS BASTARD. It just sucks. I was so into him, and I thought he was me. Well. Too bad.
3. I may be having seizures. Well, you can't drive if you have epilepsy. FUCK.
4. Ok, my friends have been going through a lot of emotional crap. I have too, but theirs is more pressing. One of my friends is having just emotional distress, the other two broke up. With each other. So I am running around with a pitcher catching tears, I guess I'm a portable tissue.
5. Ok I'm not talking like super skimpy. Just something, er, flattering?

Linda can draw!