-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...