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OK Go
By OK Go
you're so damn hot (you say it's dinner with your sister, sweetie. but darling look at how you;re dressed, your best suggest another kind of guest.)
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| You know? I don’t think I’m going to do this anymore. And by this, I mean xanga.
This will seriously cut down on my online time.
It’s not for some stupid reasons like ‘I hate all the fakes’, ‘I feel like I’m just looking for attention’ or ‘It’s full of acceptance-hungry needy losers slobbering over each other looking for a little ego boost in return.’ Eh, it’s not so much.
Nah, I just don’t wanna.
‘Course I might look at other people’s and comment, y’know, just to keep up with the gossip, etc.
I’d like to end on some sort of a witty comment.
But that would require me to think of one. | | |
| Oh wow. I didn't mean to scare you people. I DO NOT HATE ALL OF HUMANITY. That better?
Ok, then. So everything's cool. I actually had a perfectly fine day after that. I had dumplings and shrimp fried rice from Grace's. Chinese food is the perfect comfort food. I don't know what all this is about turkey, pie, mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, etc. It reminds me of Thanksgiving. I hate Thanksgiving.
And yesterday was you know, normal bleaaagh school.
Afterschool I went to the library and then at 7 I had to go back to school. I unwittingly sold my soul to Mrs. Burns and was expected to play guitar in the hallway during the showcase for incoming freshman.
Emily bribed me with a coffee (i got a cadbury cream egg instead!) and I went. Surprise, Joe actually dragged his deadbeat ass there too and it was a total party. We got tips (30 cents and loolipops.) And I had a discussion with the principal about the values of drug dealing over prostitution. Not on purpose.
Ahhh! And there was this guy (8th grader) who seriously had the most perfectly sculpted behind of all time. He looked weird and girly and was wearing very tight girls pants and had very thin, but still womanly legs. It was just fascinating. And his back was to me while I tried to play guitar.
Anyway, yeah. It was definitely the cool hangout last night.
I am really starting to not like Geometry. Mr. Leonard needs to get a new job while he's still young!
We wrote timed essays in English and it made me sad. I started writing and I just got really lost. My idea made no sense and my writing was unprofessional. I don't know what's wrong with me.
But History we did mostly: nothing.
Lunch was amusing.
Bio. I forgot my homework! Very uncool. And I just wanted to sleep...
Afterschool I went to It's Academic and it proceeded to make me feel very dumb. Oh well, it was pretty cool and Jackson showed. And I bummed a ride home from Karl, then watched Oprah.
And so. What other exciting things will tomorrow bring?
Haha. JOKE. | | |
| Right now people in general are pissing me off. Seriously, get over yourselves.
Ok, you hXc, emo, punk, goth, stoner, ghetto, whateverthefuck kids? You’re not that cool and I can see right through that idiotic film of hip phrases; screaming hey guys, look how scene I am!!! First of all, shut the fuck up. Second of all, you are just a loser conformist like everybody else, except you won’t admit it.
I am especially annoyed with a certain group, you know who you are. So here I go: if anyone throws another fakeout, bullshit emo slogan my way I am going to FLIP. I mean it. People please! Spare me your ‘rad’s and your ‘hXc’s and get your scene ass away from me.
It’s much appreciated.
And another thing, you self-righteous people? Shove it.
I don’t care why you think you’re the greatest thing since sliced bread, but spare me the speech. Please don’t tell me why I’m “confused” or why my jokes should be more politically correct or why I should care more about the community or why abortion is murder or why God is the best thing ever and I‘ll burn in hell or why steak is murder or how Scientology has changed you, etc.
That’s great for you, honey. But I know that you’re just telling me all these things not to help me, but to show off your pretty shiny values and get a free admit into heaven.
Oh, I’m sorry. I mean… I admire your selfness and vision!!! There, did that boost your ego?? Good, now shutthefuckup!!!
Oh and black people who hate white people? Y’know, that’s racist too.
Yeah and people who think it’s cool to be dumb? People who think us smart people are “nerdy”? Splendid. It’ll be my Pulitzer, not yours. Fuck off.
Don’t mess with me. Now I’m sulky.
And my day was ok. Actually, it was dandy. Except for a C on a math test. Boo. Jackson was bitchy, but no problems. Test was easy, lunch was a change, and we even watched Monty Python in History. Bio was a bore, but still I talked a lot and all was well.
But now I’m just in a bad mood, mmkay?
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