Why is it that when a girl is dislikes the amount of attention her boyfriend gives another girl, she places all the blame solely on the other girl? She never blames the guy for being a flirt or unwittingly making her jealous; she just thinks the other girl is a slut.
Now I know how Angela must have felt.
Can I just say I didn't do it?
Yeah.
Been a good couple of days.
Watched some really cute movies.
Like "Ghost Town" with Ricky Gervais.
And "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs".
I didn't expect that movie to actually be funny! What a concept!
It was what "Monsters and Aliens" could have been if "Monsters and Aliens" hadn't SUCKED.
"We should send the intern! She's cute, and REALLY perky!"
"Well, those ARE our only requirements to be a weather reporter..."
And it was so cute when he asked the girl on a date, and she put her hair back in a ponytail and put on her glasses and he was like, "You're SO beautiful."
All the girls in the audience (those over the age of 12, anyway) sighed.
Then Alex had the audacity to say, "I think she looked cuter before."
-_-
That's not the point, Alex.
Before the movie, we all went to Target and bought a LOT of candy.
I bought an Xtra-large box of Milk Duds, and three different flavors of Choxie.
It was $8, but I would've spent that much on a wimpy box of Milk Duds and popcorn at the theater.
SO WORTH IT.
Then we messed around at Toys 'R' Us.
Ugh, Charles de Lint. Just don't write anymore. Please.
"X-men" was all right. I finally watched it. Nothing special.
I find myself annoyed by Cyclops, like you're supposed to be.
And I do think Wolverine is pretty cool, if somewhat annoying. "I'm going to walk around shirtless and hit on married women...because I can!"
I loved how every twist in the movie involved Mystique. We'd just randomly yell out, "IT'S MYSTIQUE!" and it made the movie much more fun.
Sadly, a lot of the times we yelled it, it was true.
But now I have to watch the second one. And the third.
I'm just waiting for NIGHTCRAWLER. He's my favorite.
Storm is lame. Cyclops is pretty lame.
But Toad is by far the lamest.
And Sabertooth isn't much better. "Snarl, snarl, I have ugly eyebrows. FEAR ME!"
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Saturday, October 03, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Angry body language means she WANTS to be flirted with!
Yes, that what it means.
Not.
DO NOT TOUCH ME.
Argh. One of those days that kept flipflopping. There were really good moments, followed by really frustrating moments.
We had to give an oral book report today, where, following a brief overview of the book, we'd answer the questions he gave us.
Of course, not thinking clearly, I chose "Middlesex" by Jeffrey Eugenides.
I had, after all, spent four hours finishing it the night before, and, though not perfect, was a great book.
And, yes, it was about a hermaphrodite.
That was probably my first mistake.
But the book report went fine. Yeah, some people freaked out because a hermaphrodite has *gasp* a penis AND a vagina! And the oh-so-subtle guys in the back were making fun of me the entire time.
But my friends thought it was cool, albeit freakish, a couple people asked questions, and Mr. Rosendale had read the book before and didn't give me any crap, so that helped.
And I honestly didn't care what they thought anyway.
Okay, I sort of cared.
But, then again, if I'd REALLY cared, I would have done a different book.
When I was finished, however, one of my least favorite people commented loudly, either too stupid to remember that I was a few feet away (understandable, she is a cheerleader), or bitchy enough to say this (strongly, STRONGLY leaning towards the latter), made the remark that I must read books like this because they make me feel better about myself.
-_- And a girl who called herself my friend thought this was hilarious. She laughed. Which felt great.
And whenever people make comments like this, people are quick to assure you that that person is just JEALOUS, and obviously so insecure that she has to take it out on someone like you.
That doesn't erase what she said, however.
And I feel all mad and self-righteous, and, "Oh well, at least I know HOW to read," and stupid, smart-kid comebacks keep popping up in my head.
Because of course I can't think of anything better.
And even though I say all that, I don't mean it, which I find unfair. I've NEVER had to refer to the stupid popularity dichotomy and though cheerleaders do tend to be idiots, I don't bury myself in clothes from Hot Topic and emo music so I can make fun of their stupidity and conformity like some (I do that in regular clothes).
But when she said that, it put me in that "Us vs. Them" mindset, where I thought because she's popular she thinks she's entitled to look down on "us nerds".
I really thought that.
And, speaking of stereotypes, I AM a nerd. I rely way too much on my "brains" and look down on "stupid people" and am not always the nicest person to be around. So even though she said that thing about me, I say things about her (though not always outloud, or at least not PUBLIC), so the only reason I'm mad is because I'M jealous of HER.
Which isn't fair but is sort of true.
Aaagh it's so complicated, yet simple, and contradictory, and for these reasons I hate high school girls, but I find this really depressing because that makes me the angsty, unpopular emo chick instead of the nice, well-rounded, not-bitchy, interesting I'd like to be.
And the so-called "balance" between the two isn't a great mixture.
So all that crap I just typed means nothing. I just had to vent.
I did see "Up" yesterday, which made me cry, but was also fantastic. Pixar's best movie, and way better than anything Dreamworks has ever done.
But I'll focus on that when I'm done pouting.
For now, I'll just listen to music and/or Tyler telling me how overdramatic I'm being and how I took what she said completely out of context. Sounds like a fun afternoon.
Not.
DO NOT TOUCH ME.
Argh. One of those days that kept flipflopping. There were really good moments, followed by really frustrating moments.
We had to give an oral book report today, where, following a brief overview of the book, we'd answer the questions he gave us.
Of course, not thinking clearly, I chose "Middlesex" by Jeffrey Eugenides.
I had, after all, spent four hours finishing it the night before, and, though not perfect, was a great book.
And, yes, it was about a hermaphrodite.
That was probably my first mistake.
But the book report went fine. Yeah, some people freaked out because a hermaphrodite has *gasp* a penis AND a vagina! And the oh-so-subtle guys in the back were making fun of me the entire time.
But my friends thought it was cool, albeit freakish, a couple people asked questions, and Mr. Rosendale had read the book before and didn't give me any crap, so that helped.
And I honestly didn't care what they thought anyway.
Okay, I sort of cared.
But, then again, if I'd REALLY cared, I would have done a different book.
When I was finished, however, one of my least favorite people commented loudly, either too stupid to remember that I was a few feet away (understandable, she is a cheerleader), or bitchy enough to say this (strongly, STRONGLY leaning towards the latter), made the remark that I must read books like this because they make me feel better about myself.
-_- And a girl who called herself my friend thought this was hilarious. She laughed. Which felt great.
And whenever people make comments like this, people are quick to assure you that that person is just JEALOUS, and obviously so insecure that she has to take it out on someone like you.
That doesn't erase what she said, however.
And I feel all mad and self-righteous, and, "Oh well, at least I know HOW to read," and stupid, smart-kid comebacks keep popping up in my head.
Because of course I can't think of anything better.
And even though I say all that, I don't mean it, which I find unfair. I've NEVER had to refer to the stupid popularity dichotomy and though cheerleaders do tend to be idiots, I don't bury myself in clothes from Hot Topic and emo music so I can make fun of their stupidity and conformity like some (I do that in regular clothes).
But when she said that, it put me in that "Us vs. Them" mindset, where I thought because she's popular she thinks she's entitled to look down on "us nerds".
I really thought that.
And, speaking of stereotypes, I AM a nerd. I rely way too much on my "brains" and look down on "stupid people" and am not always the nicest person to be around. So even though she said that thing about me, I say things about her (though not always outloud, or at least not PUBLIC), so the only reason I'm mad is because I'M jealous of HER.
Which isn't fair but is sort of true.
Aaagh it's so complicated, yet simple, and contradictory, and for these reasons I hate high school girls, but I find this really depressing because that makes me the angsty, unpopular emo chick instead of the nice, well-rounded, not-bitchy, interesting I'd like to be.
And the so-called "balance" between the two isn't a great mixture.
So all that crap I just typed means nothing. I just had to vent.
I did see "Up" yesterday, which made me cry, but was also fantastic. Pixar's best movie, and way better than anything Dreamworks has ever done.
But I'll focus on that when I'm done pouting.
For now, I'll just listen to music and/or Tyler telling me how overdramatic I'm being and how I took what she said completely out of context. Sounds like a fun afternoon.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Irregularity is the spice of life!
And I don't mean in your bowels.
Hm, I could unintentionally be referring to my infrequent posting.
Just agh.
School started up, which wasn't as stressful as I thought it would be.
But the drama is still there, but no one wants to deal with it.
So I'll sit here stewing, come home from school every day crying, and bristle every time I see Skankasaurus Rex from now until summer.
Mr. Williams told us he already has the rooms planned, and Kevin and I were anxious as to what the assignments would be.
Because he doesn't want to room with the guy who has a heterosexual man crush on him, and I don't want to room with the really stupid girls who use words like "glam" and ask questions like, "How do you spell found?"
Seriously, if this happens, we'll switch rooms.
Creepy manboys vs. Remedial English?
Manboys win every time.
Ugh, speaking of English, we're watching "The Dead Poet's Society" and I don't see what all the fuss is about.
Robin Williams is great. But Robert Sean Leonard? Really? So gross.
And Ethan Hawke. Please. As if we didn't see enough of him in "Gattaca".
Oh no, speaking of "House", I died last night.
I haven't even watched the show for that long and I cried during all of last night's episode.
Kutner...WHY??? Why not Taub? Why not FOREMAN!?? No one even likes him!!!
But when Foreman randomly grabbed Remy's hand after ignoring her for the entire episode and she started crying, the tears started coming.
When Taub sat on a bench alone and began crying, the tears were pouring down.
When House found the one picture where Kutner looked absolutely hopeless and all these different emotions crossed his face, I was weeping. Pretty pathetically. William was just fine.
Argh. Oh well.
Hm, I could unintentionally be referring to my infrequent posting.
Just agh.
School started up, which wasn't as stressful as I thought it would be.
But the drama is still there, but no one wants to deal with it.
So I'll sit here stewing, come home from school every day crying, and bristle every time I see Skankasaurus Rex from now until summer.
Mr. Williams told us he already has the rooms planned, and Kevin and I were anxious as to what the assignments would be.
Because he doesn't want to room with the guy who has a heterosexual man crush on him, and I don't want to room with the really stupid girls who use words like "glam" and ask questions like, "How do you spell found?"
Seriously, if this happens, we'll switch rooms.
Creepy manboys vs. Remedial English?
Manboys win every time.
Ugh, speaking of English, we're watching "The Dead Poet's Society" and I don't see what all the fuss is about.
Robin Williams is great. But Robert Sean Leonard? Really? So gross.
And Ethan Hawke. Please. As if we didn't see enough of him in "Gattaca".
Oh no, speaking of "House", I died last night.
I haven't even watched the show for that long and I cried during all of last night's episode.
Kutner...WHY??? Why not Taub? Why not FOREMAN!?? No one even likes him!!!
But when Foreman randomly grabbed Remy's hand after ignoring her for the entire episode and she started crying, the tears started coming.
When Taub sat on a bench alone and began crying, the tears were pouring down.
When House found the one picture where Kutner looked absolutely hopeless and all these different emotions crossed his face, I was weeping. Pretty pathetically. William was just fine.
Argh. Oh well.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
For some reason, they always target the band geeks....
I hate band contest. Really. They always give us the earliest possible time slot, we just happen to sound terrible, and while practicing, people decide to add an extra shot of annoying to the morning latte.
But, even with the lack of sleep and idiots who were convinced that we were performing at the junior high, not the high school, none of put me in a super bad mood.
Okay, it annoyed the bloody hell out of me, but it only put me in sort of a bad mood.
Then my pseudo boyfriend decided he'd rather hang out with his cute timpani playing sort-of-slutty "friend" than me.
And has either forgotten or doesn't feel the need to speak to me since Thursday afternoon.
Seriously, one day it's all good. We hung out like usual, talking, nothing special, and then by 6:30, concert time, I'm invisible.
Because our little friend needed help "tuning the timpanis".
And it SUCKS, because I'm pissed and feeling used and have spent pretty much all day moping, but he's NOT MY BOYFRIEND. Sure, I like this guy, he's one of my best friends, but we're not officially "dating", so if I tell the little tone-deaf slut to back off, I'm just a jealous loser who obviously took things the wrong way.
For approximately 6 months, anyway.
Yep. I'm that bad at reading boy signals, apparently.
And he's not exactly telling her to back off. He loves the attention, I can tell.
It makes me SO MAD, because it's not like she's so much better than me.
Sure, she's cute, and sort of musical, but she's annoying and dumbs herself down so much that she's borderline retarded.
I have never dumbed myself down in my whole freaking life and know what a frigging key signature is.
But she's got more to offer.
And, come Monday, all this moping will have been for nothing. Oh, that was just a misunderstanding, he really likes me and he didn't know she bugged me (B.S.), but whatever, I'll probably accept his apology because I'm an idiot like that.
Either that, or we're no longer "friends" or whatever we were. We weren't "just friends", but we weren't "dating", and we weren't stupid enough to be "friends with benefits".
Ugh, and I hate the fact that this girl REALLY ISN'T THAT BAD OF A PERSON. I LIKE her. She's not my friend, but she's REALLY nice. Sort of a tease, but NICE! We can talk about politics like nobody's business and be on the same side, and she's been nothing but nice to me.
Except for hitting on the guy I like. And just about every other male in the school.
So it's really confusing to watch her throw herself at him, and then give me a friendly "hello" while I'm putting my trombone together.
Band Contest wasn't even that bad yesterday, the lack of sleep and musical idiots ("Oooooh, that's a B Flat?") notwithstanding. I saw Emily for the first time in like, what, a year? It was really cool to see her because she's so optimistic and always happy and she can put herself into any situation and get along with people. We talked for a little bit and it was the high point of my day, but I probably won't see her again for another year or two.
But then we had to go back to school.
Ugh. At least if I'd tuned those freaking timpanis, they would have actually been in tune. That's supposed to be an E, sweetheart, not an F#.
But, even with the lack of sleep and idiots who were convinced that we were performing at the junior high, not the high school, none of put me in a super bad mood.
Okay, it annoyed the bloody hell out of me, but it only put me in sort of a bad mood.
Then my pseudo boyfriend decided he'd rather hang out with his cute timpani playing sort-of-slutty "friend" than me.
And has either forgotten or doesn't feel the need to speak to me since Thursday afternoon.
Seriously, one day it's all good. We hung out like usual, talking, nothing special, and then by 6:30, concert time, I'm invisible.
Because our little friend needed help "tuning the timpanis".
And it SUCKS, because I'm pissed and feeling used and have spent pretty much all day moping, but he's NOT MY BOYFRIEND. Sure, I like this guy, he's one of my best friends, but we're not officially "dating", so if I tell the little tone-deaf slut to back off, I'm just a jealous loser who obviously took things the wrong way.
For approximately 6 months, anyway.
Yep. I'm that bad at reading boy signals, apparently.
And he's not exactly telling her to back off. He loves the attention, I can tell.
It makes me SO MAD, because it's not like she's so much better than me.
Sure, she's cute, and sort of musical, but she's annoying and dumbs herself down so much that she's borderline retarded.
I have never dumbed myself down in my whole freaking life and know what a frigging key signature is.
But she's got more to offer.
And, come Monday, all this moping will have been for nothing. Oh, that was just a misunderstanding, he really likes me and he didn't know she bugged me (B.S.), but whatever, I'll probably accept his apology because I'm an idiot like that.
Either that, or we're no longer "friends" or whatever we were. We weren't "just friends", but we weren't "dating", and we weren't stupid enough to be "friends with benefits".
Ugh, and I hate the fact that this girl REALLY ISN'T THAT BAD OF A PERSON. I LIKE her. She's not my friend, but she's REALLY nice. Sort of a tease, but NICE! We can talk about politics like nobody's business and be on the same side, and she's been nothing but nice to me.
Except for hitting on the guy I like. And just about every other male in the school.
So it's really confusing to watch her throw herself at him, and then give me a friendly "hello" while I'm putting my trombone together.
Band Contest wasn't even that bad yesterday, the lack of sleep and musical idiots ("Oooooh, that's a B Flat?") notwithstanding. I saw Emily for the first time in like, what, a year? It was really cool to see her because she's so optimistic and always happy and she can put herself into any situation and get along with people. We talked for a little bit and it was the high point of my day, but I probably won't see her again for another year or two.
But then we had to go back to school.
Ugh. At least if I'd tuned those freaking timpanis, they would have actually been in tune. That's supposed to be an E, sweetheart, not an F#.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Welcome to the 21st century!
My library just NOW decided that it would be a good idea to get an automatic check-out.
It's about time.
But the librarians always glare at you if you use those, like their way is so much better.
"Wouldn't you like to check out over here? No? Okay. Are you sure? Do you know how to use it?"
Well, it's pretty self-explanitory. There are directions right on the screen.
"Scan your library card. Scan each book. *gasp* You owe $3.50. DELINQUENT DELINQUENT DELINQUENT."
"What Happened to Lani Garver" wasn't that great. It's like the "Geography Club". You hear so much about it, but when you're done, you're left unsatisfied.
It's not a BAD book. Just not great.
We were told to write an essay about the First Olympics and Mr. Hurd allowed us to insert our opinions into it.
Heh heh heh.
A librarian called us all fat today. It wasn't very nice.
And she interrupted our conversation about werewolves and virginity.
Not like those two topics are related in any way....
HA I'm a werewolf. No wonder I hate "Twilight" so much.
We're having an assembly for Homecoming Court tomorrow and I'm sort of pumped. We have to dress nice, though. :P
Who needs trick-or-treaters? I can eat a whole bag of flavored Tootsie Rolls by myself.
How untrue all of that is.
"Monk" is the coolest. Mmm, Troy. No, Stottlemeyer, she did it! She's a bad girlfriend!
It's about time.
But the librarians always glare at you if you use those, like their way is so much better.
"Wouldn't you like to check out over here? No? Okay. Are you sure? Do you know how to use it?"
Well, it's pretty self-explanitory. There are directions right on the screen.
"Scan your library card. Scan each book. *gasp* You owe $3.50. DELINQUENT DELINQUENT DELINQUENT."
"What Happened to Lani Garver" wasn't that great. It's like the "Geography Club". You hear so much about it, but when you're done, you're left unsatisfied.
It's not a BAD book. Just not great.
We were told to write an essay about the First Olympics and Mr. Hurd allowed us to insert our opinions into it.
Heh heh heh.
A librarian called us all fat today. It wasn't very nice.
And she interrupted our conversation about werewolves and virginity.
Not like those two topics are related in any way....
HA I'm a werewolf. No wonder I hate "Twilight" so much.
You Are a Werewolf |
 You are moody and easily provoked. You are highly loyal and protective of those you love. While you can be intense at times, you are generally a laid back person. But if a fight comes your way, you will fight 'til the death if necessary. You seem normal to most people. No one understands how different you can be. It's like a switch flips for you sometimes - and then you're a completely different creature. |
We're having an assembly for Homecoming Court tomorrow and I'm sort of pumped. We have to dress nice, though. :P
Who needs trick-or-treaters? I can eat a whole bag of flavored Tootsie Rolls by myself.
How untrue all of that is.
What Your Cute Monster Says About You |
 You are a vibrant, vivacious person. When you live, you live as wildly and loudly as possible. You are very bold. You are willing to stand up and be a leader. Your inner demon is intensity. You have a tendency to let your passions take over. People think you're cute because you're fiery. When you get worked up, it's charming. |
"Monk" is the coolest. Mmm, Troy. No, Stottlemeyer, she did it! She's a bad girlfriend!
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
What is the meaning of life?: Melancholics at their best
Wednesdays are the new Mondays.
Or maybe today was an exceptionally bad one.
Because, on most days, I tend not to get into catfights with other girls.
And my guy friends usually have their head on straight and know that "horrendous insult" is not synonomous with "friendship" and "sharing your feelings".
To top it all off, some guys PURPOSEFULLY blocked my way in the hall and thought it was pretty freaking fantastically hilarious, which might have been merely "annoying" on some days, but was catastrophic today.
I'm pretty sure I punched one of them, but I can't remember.
And it was going pretty well up until lunchtime.
So thanks, to my former friend.
And I actually felt BAD about yelling at that girl.
She might be ANNOYING and SEMI-IDIOTIC and what not, but really? She's never DONE anything to me, and I felt HORRIBLE after our "fight". Really awful.
Really, guys are SOOOO good at ticking me off. They're PROS at it.
They're pretty lame, especially in high school.
I mean, they're so SHALLOW. They're "best friends" with certain girls (okay, yeah, this is me we're talking about), but only "like like" the "pretty" (read: slutty) girls, and are completely lame about overweight girls (*cough cough* double standard*).
So girls like me whine about the guys we like NEVER LIKE US (which is...pretty true) and how about no guy will EVER LOVE US. Then some guy comes along and DOES like us, but he's nerdy or weird or we just don't like him, so he "doesn't count".
So really, girls are just as bad as guys, which means people, in general, SUCK.
Why is it that guys think it's cute when girls act stupid?
Really?
Why is that attractive?
I wouldn't want the person I'm dating to be an idiot, or to dumb themselves down in any way.
I suppose it makes guys feel superior or something. "Sweet, she has an IQ of 5 and I have an IQ of 6!! I'm wearing the pants in this relationship!"
Apparently the criteria for a girlfriend is someone who's "pretty" and "stupid" with big boobs.
And why is it that girls who actually HAVE boyfriends flirt with everything on two legs with a penis?
You have a guy who likes you, you moron. Leave some for the rest of us.
And the weird thing is: GUYS LIKE THAT.
Yaaaay, the sluttier you are, the better.
Hurray for the need for attention and inattentive fathers (since that's the excuse always give for this behavior).
How do dating relationships even come to be? One person likes another person, and that person is so flattered by the attention that they feel the need to have this poor sucker stroke their ego every day by holding hands with them in the hallway.
Seriously, asexuality MAKES SENSE!
Because either you're dealing with girls, who ACT stupid, or you're dealing with guys, who ARE stupid.
Hope you enjoy that round of venting from your [least] favorite nerdy freak.
Or maybe today was an exceptionally bad one.
Because, on most days, I tend not to get into catfights with other girls.
And my guy friends usually have their head on straight and know that "horrendous insult" is not synonomous with "friendship" and "sharing your feelings".
To top it all off, some guys PURPOSEFULLY blocked my way in the hall and thought it was pretty freaking fantastically hilarious, which might have been merely "annoying" on some days, but was catastrophic today.
I'm pretty sure I punched one of them, but I can't remember.
And it was going pretty well up until lunchtime.
So thanks, to my former friend.
And I actually felt BAD about yelling at that girl.
She might be ANNOYING and SEMI-IDIOTIC and what not, but really? She's never DONE anything to me, and I felt HORRIBLE after our "fight". Really awful.
Really, guys are SOOOO good at ticking me off. They're PROS at it.
They're pretty lame, especially in high school.
I mean, they're so SHALLOW. They're "best friends" with certain girls (okay, yeah, this is me we're talking about), but only "like like" the "pretty" (read: slutty) girls, and are completely lame about overweight girls (*cough cough* double standard*).
So girls like me whine about the guys we like NEVER LIKE US (which is...pretty true) and how about no guy will EVER LOVE US. Then some guy comes along and DOES like us, but he's nerdy or weird or we just don't like him, so he "doesn't count".
So really, girls are just as bad as guys, which means people, in general, SUCK.
Why is it that guys think it's cute when girls act stupid?
Really?
Why is that attractive?
I wouldn't want the person I'm dating to be an idiot, or to dumb themselves down in any way.
I suppose it makes guys feel superior or something. "Sweet, she has an IQ of 5 and I have an IQ of 6!! I'm wearing the pants in this relationship!"
Apparently the criteria for a girlfriend is someone who's "pretty" and "stupid" with big boobs.
And why is it that girls who actually HAVE boyfriends flirt with everything on two legs with a penis?
You have a guy who likes you, you moron. Leave some for the rest of us.
And the weird thing is: GUYS LIKE THAT.
Yaaaay, the sluttier you are, the better.
Hurray for the need for attention and inattentive fathers (since that's the excuse always give for this behavior).
How do dating relationships even come to be? One person likes another person, and that person is so flattered by the attention that they feel the need to have this poor sucker stroke their ego every day by holding hands with them in the hallway.
Seriously, asexuality MAKES SENSE!
Because either you're dealing with girls, who ACT stupid, or you're dealing with guys, who ARE stupid.
Hope you enjoy that round of venting from your [least] favorite nerdy freak.
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