Midnight Closet Case

I feel weird...
I don't know why

So as you may know my faux-emo boy sent me a message
And we've been talking... but not the way I'd like
I mean I'm hardly ever on MySpace anymore and things just get in the way...
So I became pathetic today and browsed his profile.
Looked through some comments.
And I felt weird.
I don't know what it is exactly.

I think I envy him...

I mean don't get me wrong...
He's great and all...
But sometimes I feel like he's living what I have dreamt of for sometime.

He's open.
I'm anything but.
He's spontaneous.
I plan 2 weeks in advance.
He can just move on.
God knows I dwell for ages...

I don't know...



I tell myself I'm tired of hiding.
Tired of pretending.
Tired of lying.

I tell myself I'll man up and just say it already.
I'll just let go.
I'll just let people assume things...

But the minute someone says "You're [not] gay?"
I collapse.
I break into a million little pieces.
Put on my brave face and just smile.
I never answer the question.
I don't even talk about it later...
I just fall apart
And no one is there to pick up the pieces....

I want to be open.
I want to network
I want to let everything just happen the way it was meant to happen...
I want to stop being that closeted little bitch I see everytime I look in the mirror...

I don't know.


I mean... it seems like another year has come and gone.
I'm not getting any youngerI know I'll never get the chance again...
But here I am.

Still waiting for something to change
Still waiting for things to come my way.
Still waiting for me to change.....


I've told myself I'd change
But I'm afraid.
That's what it all boils down to.

I'm too afraid to let go
Too afraid of what people will say.
Too afraid I'll be wrong
Too afraid I won't mean it
Too afraid I'll regret it
Too afraid someone will find out
Too afraid I'll be treated differently
Too afraid I'll lose my sense of self...
Too afraid I'll some how lose me....

Great and now Ethan has a boyfriend...
Why doesn't God just shoot me down already?
I'm pretty sure the Botox isn't going to hold back the flood gates anymore...







I'm done.

Christmas Time...

Hmm...
So....
Today was really good yet really bad...

My morning was completely unremarkable
Blah blah blah

Lets get to the exciting parts.

Mr. Stripes gave me my thing.
It wasn't what I expected.
I was a little disappointed...
But that because I was stupid enough to believe he'd say he loves me...
But whatever.

So...My rapist said something like:
"Look Alex! Its your boyfriend"
[which is what Wifey #2 and I heard]
or
"Look! Its Alex's boyfriend"
[which is what Wifey #1 heard]

But I don't know...

I still really feel like talking to Mr. Stripes....=/

I don't know...

For a while I thought I was going to feel bad because someone said something mean on Express
But I think I'm over that...

I don't know...
I want Mr. Stripes.
That's all I know...

On another note,
My llama was super cute
As were my cookies.
And my penis looking squishy banana.

That's all for now...
Yours Truly
♥

Fight Club?

Hmmm…
So… really randomly- there’s a fight club at our school.
And the only reason I know this is because people were talking about it.
Now correct me if I’m wrong but isn’t the first rule of the fight club “Don’t talk about the Fight Club”?
I don’t know… So yeah…
Freshman and sophomores have a little fight club that they film?
And like 8 of them were caught… from what I hear its not really a fight club- more of a boxing club thing.
Which is just as stupid… or at least I think so.

My little boy with the cute butt was somehow in on it all and is now in trouble for it or something.
I don’t really know.

Mr. Stripes is weird.
He looks but he doesn’t and I’m like ‘PAY ATTENTION TO ME!’ but with my luck I never get what I want.

My Ichigo cut his hair and is now… weird…

My Rapist is as annoying as ever.
He’s using the stupid Tramp to get to me…
Its truly pathetic.
I hate her for talking to him.
I can’t believe her…

My Rapist’s cunt friend is still ugly and stupid- just like him.

Mr. M is still all over that ugly little boy… I mean girl….
And apparently its like against God’s law for him to bend over…
Damn Wifey #2 and her people… filling his head with such propaganda …

Hmm….

Seemed like there was much more for me to say…
I just can’t remember it all right now…

And MySpace sucks…
Its being one huge ugly cunt…
Its not working.
And its pissing me off….

Ugh…


Screw this…
I’m going to bed.

Lots of Catching Up.

So...
I guess its about time to catch up seeing that so much has happened.
Nothing remarkable albeit.
Yet in the greater deeper understanding of things, all these things are remarkable.
-Or at least that's what I hear...

This will certainly be a lengthy post.
Dedicated to my wifeys...
All of them.


So...
Where to begin?

Well... of course I have to start with the boys.
My boys.

Mr. Stripes.
So...
Sometime in the past week we had a sub for my favorite class and Cristina and I decided to skip out on our sub's [Mr. Health-Freak] ranting and raving.
So... we went by my locker and we were in the middle of a hug when I started pouring my little Slunt heart out by saying things like
"Make Mr. Stripes love me. Make him pay attention to me. Make him love me!"
And seeing that the halls were empty I figured why not say it freely.
And I did just that.
We turned to go toward Wifey #2, crossing the interestection of the main hall and 200 wing , and Mr. Stripes was there.
Apparently he must have heard us because Wifey #1 says that he looked over at us oddly.
But I wasn't paying much attention... I just saw him and wanted to bury my little Slunt tush under a big rock.
He's weird.
I asked our resident Gossip Girl to ask him if he was still interested...
You know before I did something completely stupid like actually give him the note.
And even before she told me I knew the answer. I just needed someone to tell me that was that.
Our Gossip Girl told me he wasn't interested, and decided to take it a step further by telling me I needed to "Get over it"?!?
I'm sorry.
But all of you know, as well as I, that this Slunt does not let things go just like that.
And then he has the... nerve to look at me during lunch!
Seriously?!?
But of course my Rapist was no where in sight... I guess he just took advantage of the opportunity.
I just don't understand him.
At all.
It annoys me.
I'm sorry.
But as far as I'm concerned:
"No lookie unless there's nookie"

Next Boy: My little Ichigo.
[Don't ask me how we came up with his name.]
We all know this Slunt loves to help his fellow man etc etc.
So I signed up for the blood drive thingy.
I was called out during my other favorite class and was accompanied to the donation thingy by him and that other girl.
When I learned I wouldn't be able to donate blood my little Slunt heart broke into a million billion pieces.
As I was walking out the the donation bus thing, my little Ichigo was there!

Ichigo: "Aren't you going to donate blood?"
Slunt: "Nope" (pouts)
Ichigo: "Aww... why not?"
Slunt: "Its not time yet..."
Ichigo: "Aww... I'm sorry..."

At this very moment yours truly realized he was speaking to a boy.
A real boy.
A boy that's on the list.
AND I'm not being a total bitch about it!
It was disappointing that this conversation ended so quickly.
But one good thing come of it... [at least I think]
I talked to him!
When I returned to my favorite class, Wifey #1 asked me about my reasons for not donating blood. I, too enthralled by my Ichigo, brushed that whole issue off and poured my little Slunt heart out. And that's when things took a sharp turn.
While telling her about my Ichigo she mentioned him looing at me last year.
I was in such a state of shock, I don't remember a thing.
[I've always wanted to say that... except I always hoped I could follow it up with "It wasn't until I was washing the blood off my hands that I even realized they were dead..." Of course that's a line from Chicago♥]
But getting back to my story.
I was completely taken aback by this revelation.
My Ichigo looking at me?!?
And I wasn't told about it?!?
The nerve on these people!
But they all assumed I was fully aware of it...


Next boy: Boy with cute butt.
Hmm...
Where to begin with him?
Well...
Wifey #1 told me he's been giving her this incredibly horrible looks-
Looks that scream "Get the fuck off him!"
And I'm flattered.
He knows, or at least I think he knows.
He looks at me and I at him and I wonder if he knows...
I hope he knows... even if he isn't into boys
He totally stuck his ass out one morning.
And I nearly had a little Slunt stroke.


Next boy: Mr. M.
He's still as perfect as always.
Even in his skinny jeans that make his lower torso look odd and disproportionate.
So...
I was in the midst of a late night phone call with Wifey #1 when he was brought up and she painted a very very exciting picture of me and him up against a random gray wall... or up on stage.
I'll have to tell you about it some other time.

Next boy: Our Pharmacy Midget.
I totally smacked his ass one day randomly.
I had nothing better to do and I did it out of sheer impulse.
I thought it was hilarious to blame it on Wifey #2.
And I did just that.
The Pharmacy Midget eventually smacked my ass the next day...
And I'm just waiting for the opportunity to get him back...

Next boy: My faux emo boy.
He called about a week ago.
I was so... happy.
And I know I shouldn't say that because that technically isn't the right emotion...
But he called and we talked for a while.
I, again, poured my little Slunt heart out...
And then we sang.
It was the oddest thing.
But it was so... cute.
We sang.


Okay...
Now I'm done with the whole boys.
Well not really.
Apparently I'm not worthy of a cute Asian boy.
Even if he has a Jew nose
At least that's what Wifey #1 tells me.


I saw Luke
I'm in love
♥


Ugh...
It had been a while since I felt like gouging my little Slunt eyes out.
The boy who sits two seats over in Biology was wearing flannel!
FLANNEL?!?
What the hell?
Surely there is some lesbian out there that would be disgusted at the crimes against not only the
fashion community but humanity as well.
So...
From here on out, he will be known as Flannel Man
[Not that I plan on mentioning him ever again.]



I'm getting tired of my rapist being such a bitch.
I mean seriously!
What have I ever done to him?
Nothing.
Its getting really really annoying.
And it doesn't help that Laura and Mrs. Mikey Way are now his BFFs are choosing him over me.
["Sweetest little boy ever" my fat Slunt ass!]

So really randomly.
Wifey #1 and I were on the phone about a week ago and we were discussing the boys who have
found out by mere chance.
We came up with a rather interesting list....
And each boy on that list had an interesting story as to how they found out.

One of the boys on the list was Mark.
Well... he wasn't really on the list but he was brought up.
Apparently he giggles everytime we do really random and stupid things.
Most notably boob grabbing.
And it doesn't stop there. No. In Biology he also appears to eavesdrop and giggle when Wifey #1
and my Dirty Little Mistress [My bus buddy] talk about me.


So...
Apparently the biggest Closet Creeper thinks he's gay!
I was just as shocked.
But it was all straight from the lion's mouth.
My bus buddy was sitting right there while they were discussing it!
Apparently it was at a party. A boy was sitting on his lap. They almost kissed.
He now thinks he's gay. The name Rick was tossed around a few times.
Of course, we juiced up the story and spread it like the plague.

And finally...
The last boy I'll bring up in this post.
♥Jack♥ from Project Runway.
I love him!




I love Will and Grace
But... I need a Jack.
I have plenty of Karens, a few Graces but no Jack...
=/




Mrs. Prude's called me a Queen like fifty million times.
Its hiliarious....



Apparently there is something wrong with me.
I don't like to say a certain word...
And someone thought it would be hilarious to sing:
"I like" word ".
Yes, I do!
I like " word ".
How about you?"
I can't ever look Mr. Chemistry in the eye after that.




OMG!
Wifey #2 has a FUCK ME! bra.
Its really pretty and kind of funny at the same time.
I don't know why its funny though...



My fashion-challenged Biology classmate appears to be slower than most.
She has to be one of the few people who don't [didn't now...] assume I was... you know.
It was like... OMG...
I laughed.


I learned there is an alleged designated gay couple make out area.
No one wants to take me...



And now for the moment you've all been waiting for.
My rants on Wifey #1...
Although she refuses to admit it...
She has a problem.
A scanlations addiction.
We are now couple of the year.
Which is both disturbing and hilarious.
She doesn't like to be referred to as my Fag-hag.
Even though I love that term.
[And will probably use it on occassion just because it makes me smile]
We're going to stuff our faces with Cheesecake at IHOP sometime in February.
I'll give her a special kiss on her scar one of these days...
And she is Wifey #1.
Despite Wifey #1 was previously someone else...
Its confusing yes I know...
But well...
You can keep up...




I need to get me an extra penis.
Having two boys at once isn't possible unless I get a second one...







In the event that anyone cares,
I now have a FaceBook...
Wooo....



Such a long long post....

Yours Truly
♥

I'm... stupid

And that seems to be the understatement of the century
I don't know...

It could be worse?

Well...
I lost the paper...
At least I think I did.


But in the mean time-
Our resident Gossip Girl will find out if he's still interested.
And we'll go from there....


So...
Mr. Stripes must think we're immature 4th graders.
I ran around most of lunch slapping eachother's asses yelling "Vulva!" "Vagina!" and "Cervix!"
While everyone else slapped my ass and said "Penis!"




My faux-emo boy is going to call later
And it makes me happy
♥

Don't ask why...



Yours Truly
♥

Blah

I'm fresh out of original titles.
God Forbid!



-sigh-

I watched Hedwig and the Angry Inch tonight
I liked it...
It was... interesting

I feel stupid...
Well not stupid.
Just childish.
I let my regressive tendencies get the best of me.
I wrote him a letter.
I'm not sure if I'll get our resident Gossip Girl to give it to him or not.
Mr. Stripes that is....




I realized I will never love myself.
Ever.
So there goes "You can't love anyone until you love yourself first..."
Hmm....

Hedwig and the Angry Inch brought up something I'd never thought of...
That song... "Origin of Love"
and finding your other half...
It was interesting...

-sigh-

I already seem to feel like shit...
I figured reading his LiveJournal would only remind me I'm truly stupid.
No.
Not stupid.
Pathetic.
Beyond pathetic.

I don't know why I'm making such a big deal about this.

"I guess what I'm looking for is someone: exciting, intellectual, sociable, AND funny which is kinda impossible and unrealisitic. lololol
so ofcourse, If you're a homo and you contain these qualities stop being such a pussy and show yourself =/ "


I know that's not me but is there any chance that he could ever love me?
Make him love me...
Please make him love me?
Make him really really love me...












Maybe Bridget is right...
Maybe I'm wrong.

Wow...

I totally lost all respect for her.


I don't know what else I can say...
She's told me I am going to hell.
She's told me it was wrong.
She's told me it was a sin.
She's made it seem like I've had a choice all along...

I'm really just not cool with her saying its because all these "bad influences"



I'm just tired of it.
I've lost all respect from her...

The Future Mr. Slunt

A while back Wifey #2 (Bitch), [Who will now and forever be known as Wifey #1 because the former Wifey #1 didn't live up to par] asked me who a certain someone was.


Well Blakey-poo sent me these picture and well...


Now Wifey #1 can see who the future Mr. Slunt(s) will be...











Yours Truly,
♥

Another Day. Another Drama...

Well...
Lets see...
Where to begin.......


Well... after Mr. Stripes thought my pathetic demeanor was "creepy"
I decided to take on a different approach.
I would ignore him.
And that worked for a while.
But now... he seems to be ignoring me.
And I don't like that.
-sigh-
I don't know.
I don't think I'm asking for too much.
I really don't.

I haven't taked to the faux-emo boy who I was supposed to go out with in a few weeks.
Its a little disheartening.

My rapist is still being weird.

Mr. Cute Boy... is impossible.
And I hate myself for that.
I'm blaming myself... but I don't know why.

So...
Wifey #1 sucks.
And swallows.
We were walking down the hall.
She said something mean.
I said "I hope you end up with a gay kid"
And she just said "No! I'd disown him... Its gross!"
I let that one slide...
But then today the issue came up again and I couldn't let this one go.
Not after I've felt like shit about it for a while.
Not after I've beat myself up over Mr. Cute Boy.
Not after I've felt like crap because Mr. Stripes is ignoring me.
No.
I wasn't about to let that one slide.
And I didn't.
So I just wasn't exactly pleased with her and I'm still not.

I'm sure English didn't help any when Mrs. Mikey Way told me to sit "like a real man" and not like "some little pussy who keeps his legs crossed".
That was completely crossing the line.
I didn't know how to respond so I just stared at that T.S. Elliot poem for a good 15 minutes.
Completely unaware of everything else.
Just staring at the poem...

I'm sure all of this made my lunch expierence even worse.
Ren-Fest.
Being dragged to it.
Afraid I'd see Mr. Cute Boy.

And that's exactly what happened.
I saw Mr. Cute Boy as soon as I got there.
I saw Luke.
I saw Mr. Stripes.
I saw my rapist.
And every other boy that was remotely decent looking reminded me of what Mrs. Mikey Way and Wifey #1 told me.
It made me feel disgusting.
It made me want to just fall over and die.
But I put on a brave face and tried to live with it while waiting in line with Wifey #2.

I eventually thought freaking Cameron out would help...
And it did... for a few seconds...
Then I saw Mr. Cute Boy and I was reminded of how horrible my day was going and how I would never and could never be with someone so perfect.
It reminded me I was unremarkable and boring.
Completely void of any substance.
And I hate myself for that....

Got back to school.
Went to Physics alone still feeling like a total waste of human existence.
Went to Biology, still feeling like a complete waste.

And now I'm here...
Still feeling like a complete waste.

Pathetic.
Unremarkable.
Closeted.
Scared.
Stupid.
Boring.
Fat.
Ugly.
Bitchy.
Cold.
Tired.
Raunchy.

I don't know...
I was reading Mr. Cute Boy's LiveJournal
(I said I was pathetic, sue me...)
And I was reminded of how unremarkable I am.

I don't know.
It feels like I've wasted my entire life.

Even looking ahead to a moring filled with the smell of the OR isn't helping.

I feel like crap.
No.
I feel beyond crappy.
Beyond pathetic.

I've hit a new low...

Woo.....

Catch-Up

Nothing truly remarkable has happened.
Yet at the same time everything that's happened is in some way, in and of itself, remarkable in its own special way.

Mr. Stripes still hasn't noticed me.
Not the way I want him to notice me.
Its truly disappointing.
Our resident Gossip Girl isn't offering much help in that area.

My Biology Buddy pointed out a seemingly obvious factiod.
I mean... like I noticed it...
I just thought I was taking things out of context and being delusional.
So he is paying special attention to me.
Its flattering yet at the same time rather odd...
I now have something to look forward to on B-days.

So...
As I sit here in the library, bored beyond belief I realize:
I'm a sheltered scared little bitch that can't ever do anything for himself.
I mean come on!

Luke was right there
And all I could do was blush and giggle like a little school girl.
He was all alone.
I could have just gone up to him and said "Hi"
But no.
Your resident Slunt is too much of a closted little bitch to do anything that spontaneous.


I disappoint myself so much...

Regressive Tendencies?

Bitch-Face is now the official Wifey #2
She's much nicer than Wifey #3 [Bitch]
Because Wifey #2 lets me ogle and drool all I want
and doesn't make me feel all weird about it...

So....
Today during lunch...
We ogled and stared and drooled...
And it was totally obvious because we moved out of the pit
And sat at the table nearest the microwaves...
And he does the same thing I do.
Ask his friend to look over at us to see if we're looking.

Our Resident Gossip Girl still wants me to write him a letter.
I think that's so 5th grade...
I wouldn't even know where to begin...
Or what to say...
I mean the only thing that comes to mind?

Dear Mr. Stripes,
I like you.
Do you like me?

Yes.
No.
Maybe.

Circle one.


-Slunt


How... like... 2nd grade...

I don't know.I need to find him alone so I can get in a cheap feel up......

I Don't Understand....

I don't understand why he was so defensive.
I don't understand why he was so dismissive.
I don't understand why he hung up.

"I'm over and done with this"


I don't know what else to say.

I don't know why I'm so upset over this.....


I'm pathetic.

Being Ignored = Exanimation

He's finally kind of looking at me.
Not really...
But its something....


During lunch I'm still not getting any glances.
I think I got my first official worthwhile glance today after school.
Talking to Bitch.
Wifey #1 came up and took me away.
She wanted to go to her locker but Mr. Stripes was so close I didn't want to leave.
We were walking by him and yeah...
She shoved me into him... but not really
I stopped myself just in time.
I looked at him and him at me.
I think I kind of smiled and blushed(?)
[I know! A Slunt can blush?!?]
And then we just walked on.
I turned around and saw him looking.
That made my day...
But now that I think about it...
I think I may have imagined half of that....
I mean I don't think that whole thing is one giant delusion but it almost feels that way.
I don't know.
I just want him to notice me. =/

I really don't think I'm asking for too much.
I mean... I just need him to believe our Resident Gossip Girl...
If only he paid attention, my life would be perfect....
-sigh-


Ugh...

I want Mr. Cute Boy to notice me.

I didn't know Slunts could be such hopeless romantics




I'm totally pathetic....

The Future Anna Wintour

I think its absolutely hilarious that my article caused such a controversy.
So far I've been called a "vicious", "rude", "inconsiderate" "gay" "bitch" who needs to have it "bashed in his face"
[I'm not sure what needs to "get bashed in" my face even means...]

I just don't understand people.
Its really stupid.
And over flip-flops of all things?

Makes me wish I didn't delete:
"What’s wrong with you people?
Did you fall and bump your head on the sidewalk?
Or did your class and dignity just fly out the window?"

I guess you can't please them all...

-sigh-

I really don't think I'm asking for too much.
Seriously.
Just acknowledge me.
Before you would....
Now you know something...
and I know you know.

Ugh...



Make Mr. Stripes notice me!

Its About Damn Time!

Ok.
Time to play catch up...


Faux-emo boy is like... yeah
I don't know...
Its confusing
I think I'll be going on a date with him pretty soon
We'll see...
-fingers crossed-

My Physics BFF is still working on Mr. Cute Boy.
-fingers crossed... again!-

I've wanted to know the name of Mr. Stripes for the longest time now.
So I figured why not ask our resident Gossip Girl. And I did.
And I know his name.
But... Our resident Gossip Girl may have told him I'm all... wooo over him...
Which is true... to some extent.
But I don't knowI mean he's like... yeah...
And I'm like... -drools-
I can't wait for a reaction tomorrow.

Which reminds me!
I saw my little 8th grade boy!
[Don't let the name fool you...]
And yeah...I was like OMG!
He gave me half-ass hug and I pouted and told him he owed me more than a hug.
He knew exactly what I mean and semi-giggled and said
"I can't give you that now..."
Then mom picked me up and I was like NO!
But whatever.

Life goes on I suppose....

Yours Truly
♥

-sigh-

He's only bi?


Ugh...
I guess I'll take what I can get.

Rawr.

Where to begin?



That boy from Sci-Tech may not even exist
=/

Someone I thought was okay with it thinks its wrong.
=/

Boy from the Fugly Couple called me a Faggot as I walked to my bus
=/


Oddly...I'm still okay.


So glad I wasn't in a Friday mood.

-sigh-

I guess that's just another rule broken.
Yet again.

Rawr...

Ugh...
This past week...
kind of really sucked.

Bad grade on my Calculus Test.
=/

Moving right along.
Site is unremarkable.
The tech asked if I liked girls...
Weird.
The Psycho Applicant is once again gossip material....
At school and at site.
Submissions suck.
Skipped fourth period Friday.
Wooo....

I think that pretty much sums up my week.

Swooning over my Rapist's friend.
I don't even know his name...
-sigh-
Freshman boy with the cute butt has an ugly whore.
Boy that takes it up the bum-bum also has a whore.
A big-boobed fat ugly whore who jumps on top of him every time we walk by.
Its truly disgusting.


Mr. Cute Boy is still...
galaxies beyond my reach....

Blah

-sigh-

Well...
I feel a little better.
I don't feel like I'm about to fall over and start hyperventilating.
And I'm certainly not as nauseous.
I guess its an improvement.
Now if I could only make myself stop thinking he'll eventually reply....
I think we'd be in great shape...

Well...
One thing at a time.

Just Shoot Me...

This is exactly what I get for being stupid.
Never let me do something so stupid and impulsive.
Ever again...


I just want to fall down and die now.
Like seriously.
I can't believe I was that stupid and pathetic.
I don't know why I'm not already used to it.

I've never wanted to be someone else more than I do this very second.
I guess that's what I get for just being me...

Huh?

I can't believe I did that.

Ugh...

The one day I need my tear ducts to be just a little too proud...

Closet-Case...

Well...
It definitely feels like a Friday.
And as you all know, Fridays aren't my best days.
This time its Mr. Cute Boy...
I feel like shit.

I was bored and went to Ugly Boy's Profile
And from there I went to Mr. Cute Boy's profile.
I was listening to his song...
Then I looked at his pictures.
And I felt really really bad.
I can't believe I'm this pathetic.
Like seriously!

I just don't know.
I just want to say it.
I know it won't change a thing.
I know it won't more people won't like me for it.
I know it won't make the clouds open up causing the sun to shine that much brighter.
But I have the feeling it will make me feel better.
I just don't know.

I tell myself I'll be a big boy.
I'll be more outgoing.
I'll be nicer.
I'll be stronger.
I'll be that much more courageous.
But then the day comes and I'm still that scared closted little boy.
And I dwell...
Only to find out I'm pathetic.

I had the perfect opportunity to have Mr. Cute Boy notice me last year...
But that didn't work.
I was that scared little boy.
Now I'm a whole year older.
A whole year wiser.
But I'm still that scared little boy who probably will let the opportunity pass him by.

I want to change.
I really do.
You don't understand how much I want to just say something.
I don't know...

I don't know...
Just ignore me.

I want...

Mr. Cute Boy
Like...
RIGHT NOW!
Ugh...
I know!
I'm a total slut.

In other news...

Gossip.
Gossip.
Gossip.
[Typical of a Slunt, I know!]


Skipped until 2:40 yesterday.
Gossiped with the lady who called me a "stone-cold wench"

Blah blah blah
Gossip.


Today we gossiped with the biggest Gossip Girl of them all
Talked to her about my rapist
Talked to her about my "type"
Talked about ♥Mr. Cute Boy♥
Talked to her about the boy who is just as "mean" as me and thus we're a "perfect couple."
She asked my rapist about me, despite me asking her not to.
Future gossip tomorrow about my rapist.
Gossip.

Physics?
Talked to that slut and the little one.
Apparently Barbie's boyfriend is "bi"
The voices in my head were all just screaming "OH MY GOD!"
Over and over again.
Mr. Cute Boy is a bottom?
Ahhh!
I'm in LOVE!
♥♥♥

All I need now for a perfect life?
Mr. Cute Boy needs to come over and... -cough-
Ana Wintour needs to resign and give me her job
Someone needs to hand me a medical degree just because.


♥Yours Truly

-sigh-

I think its truly pathetic.
I mean seriously.
This just screams typical... freshman drama
Seriously.
I don't know why he's even resorting to something so... low.

I haven't done anything to him.
I don't know what his problem with me is.

I honestly don't even know why I care so much...

Moving right along...

I was rejected by that ugly boy...
[when I never even really asked a question... or was interested to begin with]
Oh well...
I'm sure I'll live.




I wish it were cold.

"O" My God...

WOW.
That's like all I have to say.

A New Whore in Town

So....
Finally, my suspicions were confirmed (Thanks to a real friend)
So yeah...
New Whore in Town.
Just one more reason to hate her.
First that UGLY dress she wore and now...
Well being a total SLUT and taking Mr. M from me.
Ugh.
I'm going to feel like shit later.

In other news...
I don't understand how Mr. Bush can say the bill expanding children's health care is "too costly".
I just dont' get how we can fund a war that has no end in sight, yet we can't provide for the children in our own country.
I just don't understand that...

Boy, Girl, Boy

So all of a sudden I'm like a total slut.
No.
Not the right word.
Definitely not the right word.
I don't know.


Well, lets just say I've made progress.
We've gone from simple innocent fun to something much more.
And if he weren't so... you know
[I don't want to sound vain and shallow by saying ugly]
Everything would be perfect.
But he's too far away, well actually no.
Only a few towns over.
But he called last night and we talked for a bit more than an hour...
It was really something...
But according to him, I'm not serious or sure about this
We'll just have to wait and see....

In other news, I was extremely flattered by Cole.
I was called cruel for flattering him.
And so on.

Bree is... well Bree.
Still the little slut who bore me my two children.

I don't think I talked to anyone else last night.
Although I really really wish Mark was on.
We haven't spoken in months.
I mean if he said we were then he should be a tad more... flexible and get on once in a while.
That's what I get for talking to people on the other side of the world.


Yours Truly

Rape?

So.... I was totally raped today.
I know it sounds really bad.
And it was.
I was violated.
Me! Violated!

Ok.
So after Bitch-Face called me a "fucking asshole" like seven times and walked off she left Bitch and I to walk ourselves to class.
As we made our way to first period, that boy- the FLAMING sophmore,
(who will be named and pointed out on a later date)
totally like molested me.
And I was like "Ahhh!"

So I guess the idea was "crowded" hall, him standing in the middle of it with a group of friends. One of his friends pushing him like I want to be pushed into Mr. M or who ever
And me getting felt up.

So that's exactly how it happens.
He "says" something.
His friends laugh.
One of the girls like so obviously pushes him into me.
He feels my right side- from mid-rib to illiac crests
And I'm like...
What the hell?
Did that just happen?

Bitch, who was walking so far ahead of me turned to wait and gave me a look of "Did-that-really-just-happen?"
I didn't want to say anything that very second because I heard them laughing behind me.
So I just smiled and moved on.
When we got far enough, Bitch turned and asked "Did that boy just touch you?"

I was so relieved to know I didn't just imagine this one.
It really did happen.
I now know how my boys feel.
Violated.

Maybe I shouldn't molest them anymore...
Nope.
Nevermind.
Stupid of me.
They like it.

So yeah...I was violated by an ugly boy.

The End.

Ugh...

I don't understand why you don't get it.

How many times do we have to go through this?



You disappoint me so much sometimes.

Catch-Up?

Haven't updated this in quite some time.
I know all my faithful readers have just been dying for me to rant about something new.

So lets see...
Where to begin?
Where, oh where to begin?

That Freshman boy I interviewed for Bitch-Face is FLAMING!
In a good, and yet seemingly bad, way. I don't understand that.
Weekly goal of talking to him is completely out the window.

I was having a nice time walking to Physics, ogling my curly-haired boy when I looked down and saw it!
I swear if I see another boy don a pair of flip-flops and jeans I will absolutely SCREAM!
I don't understand who on Earth told them they could pull off that look while being miles and miles away from Ocean View California!
[And even then!]

What else?

I saw some really really ugly dresses this past Friday.
Don't ask me how people think a red dress and gaudy silver heels go well together...
Or how the black laced whore look is now suddenly "in"
On a similar note, some people should never ever wear suits- espeically ones that make you look like a cheap, fat Al Capone of the 1920s!
I'm sorry but that's exactly what Mr. Perfect looked like!

Our very own former Ice Queen has herself a new boy.
David, I believe, is his name.
This all hot off the presses known as LiveJournal.
In related news regarding our former Shrill Bitch, she gained some weight.
The matronly look does not do her justice.

I think that's all I have to say for now.


Yours Truly.

Mother Slunt?

During a recent blood donation (yes, yours truly does have blood that occasionally circulates), I found myself in a rather strange position.
Lets start at... the beginning.
So... Ms. Prude went in for her interview and in comes Mr. Cute Boy and sits right next to me, straight out of PE.
(I almost died of course!)
Ok... lets skip to the good part.
Half way through my donation Mr. Cute Boy is seated in front of me. (Can anyone say V-Tach?)
His donation is complete and he is asked how he feels.
I don't remember his exact words but he had that glazed over look in his eyes and I nearly died. All I could think of doing was pulling that straw, I mean needle, out of my arm and hugging him (and then some) and telling him how much I loved him.
I was so worried and almost cried a few times when he looked really unwell.
He eventually came out of it and was gone in a matter of minutes.
I'm not sure if it was a nuturing, almost mothering instinct in me or not.
It could have just been the fact that he was Mr. Cute Boy and I've loved him ever since Ms. Appeal first mentioned him.

I don't know. All I know is I want Mr. Cute Boy and I want him now. =/

Moving on....
What else is new?
Oh!
Yeah, Ms. Bitch and I discovered that nothing cures a sore mouth like some of Mr. M.'s cum.
I guess they call me a slut, make that cum-slut, for a reason.

After the recent donation, he was inches away from me for over 5 minutes.
How did he not get molested?
I was too enthralled by my run in with Mr. Cute Boy to care.

For The Record...

I would like to state that I love hand-stands.

As for gravity?
Its difficult to decide.
How I wish it would only work to MY ADVANTAGE!

I mean is it that difficult to ask the laws of physics to bend certain rules?
Allowing certain things to come down while others go up while someone does handstands?

Damn Gravity!

Emo Kid

I'm totally pathetic.
Seriously.
There is absolutely NO doubt about it.

I don't know.
I mean I'm okay with it for some time; then all of a sudden someone reminds me that I'm just a fucking SLUT and things just turn to shit.


Take today for example.
Perfectly fine morning.
I see him and I realize I'm just stupid for even thinking its possible.
For even letting those things cross my mind...
I know it'll never happen.
But a part of me just doesn't want to let it go.
A part of me wants to believe it can happen someday.
Not the big thing, but the little things like acknowledgement, eye contact, a simple "Hello."
The rational part of me, and by that I mean the voice in my head and the ones on either side of me, scream "GET OVER IT SLUT!"

I just don't know what to do with myself anymore.

Cum-Slut

Its pathetic how I can be pushed into this sign:



...blush uncontrollably, giggle like a school girl and nearly wet myself.

I need to work on certain "issues"
Can anyone say REHAB?

Who am I kidding?

I'm a fucking Cum-Slut
[Bitch: 12:09pm, Aug. 28, 2007]

I'll take what I can get, anywhere, anytime, anyway...

Slunt?

By now I'm almost sure you are wondering what in the world is this "Slunt" everyone is referring to is, well let me clear the air per se.
A Slunt is a cross between a Slut and Cunt
Simple as that.
Nevermind the little things like etymology and what not, all you need to worry about is its use.

Reader Beware:

This will be nothing more than an outlet for God knows what...
Nothing more than ramblings of a hateful Slunt with no life.

I don't intend to tackle world issues.
Not on a daily basis, that is.

This will be my testament to the fake plastic whore I despise with every fiber of my being. This will serve no other purpose.

I don't expect you to understand a word or see me as anything typical." said the Slunt modestly.

Genesis

In the beginning, God created a brazenly sexual and openly subversive half super bitch and half mega cunt who was able to scratch, scream and screw out an existence from the back woods of Deliverance amidst the fake plastic whores in rural South Texas.

With a rather unremarkable childhood and normal angst-ridden adolescence, all the while being able to mollify his obsessive complusive disorder into something unholy, this slut was soon able to open his eyes and see what the world really offered or rather lacked.
Soon the quiet desire for something more that beckoned him since birth got louder and louder, from this grew his unnatural and many say unholy desire for everything and anything real the world had to offer, when he himself was far from real.

This monster now watches the world go by pensively, critical and mainpulative of anything and everything that dare stand in his path toward the twisted version of happiness he has created.


Amidst all this, I was made into what I am today: a SLUNT