Boys are girls, we're all lesbians.

Don'tcha love those guys that talk to you?
And you can laugh, and not worry about studying/lack of it?
Don'tcha hate those guys who are cunts?

'cept, it's always pretty much the wrong way around for chicks.
We don't hate the guys that talk to us...and laugh at/with.
We kinda, don't care.
But we really care about those cunts.
Those cunts!

The world really isn't a sphere, it's a cube, and we're all upside down.
I've figured it out.
Boys are girls.

HAPPY

ERIKA IS HAPPY BECAUSE SHE LIKES SOMEONE NEW.

THANK THE LORD.

x

My most hated letter in the English alphabet.

I didn't miss you.

That's right, you heard!
Even though we had that little moment of awkward eye-contact. It's surprising how we haven't had that before, or maybe it was just me.
Either way, it was odd.

Some people really like awkward moments. But, there is a limit to my own tolerance of awkward. Even if it's someone else, I still cringe.
It think it's awful. Unless it's that Har de Har type awkward, which I guess even the people involved enjoy.
Actually, I don't think it's awful.
It's quite funny.

In case you need it cleared up, I didn't miss you.
*sigh*Thisisgayy.

'Diary's are so last season.'

Quote: Levi.
I've started a diary again.
Not like a girlie-whirlie-
"I went to school today, and when I got home, I had an ice cream, and it was like, totally really yummy. Guess what flavour it was? It was, like, hokey pokey!"

Not angry like,
"FUCKMYLIFE.
WHYTHEFUCKAREYOUTHERE?
IFUCKING HATEYOU!
STOPFUCKINGLOOKINGATME!
FUCKOFFYOUWANKER!"

And, not depressed like,
"Fuck my life.
I'm so sad.
I can't stop crying, because, dear dear diary, I got a NA in my Science (Not that I would :P) Formative..."

But, it's a secret diary, so I can't share what it's really like.
;D

But when I've finished the refill, (14B8, so soon, and I'm not ripping the sheets off so it'll be like a book :D)
I'll be over it!
And I'll read over each pathetic entry at the end, and realise I really was just being a girlie-whirlie-angry-depressed fuck that needs to get over things more quickly.

2 days 'till school.

FML.

42

I'm really pissed off.
Like, really fed up.
But I don't know what made me this way.

Aaand, I'm really quite bored.
All the time.
But, that's just the holidays.

It's good when you can actually get answers.
Isn't it?
Answers.
But sometimes, there isn't a question, but we're still searching.
For some hidden knowledge.
Something we don't know,
that we think will solve everything.

And it will.
But, because we don't have the question, we can't get the answer...or don't understand the answer.
Our little problems can't be solved.
Just. Tell me the answer.
I'll figure out the question.

3 days 'till school.

FML.

People that look like people you know and getting excited when you actually shouldn't be

Today, I thought I saw someone I knew.
And I didn't look.
Cozzzz, if it was that person, I wouldn't care -
and not caring means not looking.
But I did look.
And it wasn't that person.
But, she was sure it was.
But he agreed with me,
that is wasn't
him.
And it wasn't.
His shoes proved that.

But.
I don't care.
Really.
I don't.
When she first said ,
"Look!"
I didn't care.
I didn't!

So, we both know I'm not

telling the complete truth.

It doesn't matter,

just like he doesn't.

:DDDDDD

4 days 'till school.

FML.

*smack* YELLOWBUSSWIFT!

While on car trips, bus rides...

You punch someone if you see;

...either of these.

You can punch someone twice if you see;

(yellow swift and yellow bus)

You can punch someone three times if you see;

A bus with a yellow swift on it.

You can punch someone four times if you see;

A yellow bus with a yellow swift on it.

Or, you could ignore the rules, and punch the other person as many times as you desire.

*Mind you, punch people you actually know...otherwise you could be arrested for assult. And I do realise there are other ones (mini's, and VW's) but I'm not too sure...:D

HUGZYO!

HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG
HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG AND YES I TYPED OUT EVERY SINGLE ONE!!

I got a haircut.

Fringe is back, yay!
Otherwise.
It's pretty average.

2012/2238

I shouldn't be obsessive.

Buuuuut, according to this gadget I've eaten 2012 calories for the 2238 I should each day.

But.

They didn't have a noodles as an option, and I'll probably have another cup of tea tonight...so I'll be overrrr about 200.

Damn.

Maybz better tomorrow :D

Against Gravity

I'm reading a novel, for Reading Logs, called 'Against Gravity' by Farnoosh Moshiri and it's real weird.

It's about this guy who has AIDS.

And he gets all funny.

And shit.

It's in three parts, and I've only read the first part (The dying guys one) and am yet to read the other two.

But I'm sure they won't be as good as the first guy's.

Read it or some shit, it's quite goodz.

Jp.Snw.Mnky.

IF I WERE AN ANIMAL, I'D BE A SNOW MONKEY!

Wet BusStop Seats

Today, my Father sent me on a quest to purchase myself "sensible" shoes.

So, green notes in hand, I walked in my 'not-so-sensible-okay-for-walking-here-and-there-but-not-proper-walking-around' shoes to the bus stop.
Where, coincidentally, is where a green bus heads.

When I first arrived, there was a lady there. She was, let's say, the opposite of me. Like, pretty much, absolutely, opposite.
To paint a picture: She was smoking, her face of covered in make-up. And no, not your normal eyeliner and whatever that other stuff is called, but a lot.
Mind you, I didn't stare. A glance was enough.
She was pretty much the same height as me, although not so surprisingly, a tiny little bitty bit taller.
Long died hair. Huge sparkly bag. Headphones blaring in her ears.
I was not standing close, yet I could identify the song. (Don't Trust Me - 3Oh!3)

Then, this other guy came.
The opposite of her.
So, double opposite from me.
He was wearing a big hoodie, listening to his iPod, kept to himself.
By keeping to himself, I mean, the other lady put her stuff all over the wet seat. Why? Dunnz.
Nothing really else much to say.

So, with these three people in mind, (Krystal, Jesse and myself)* we were standing really quite awkwardly at a wet bus stop seat.
Wet bus stop.
Bus stop, which was wet.

It was all quite awkward, and really quite awkward.
Even for the people driving past.

I guess everything comes in three's. I even saw Anita, Kenzie and Roberta walking (this is way, wayyy wayyy after the wet bus stop incident) and you know, like, three people.

The point? I got shoes.

Strangers

You know that feeling when you see someone, and you really want to get to know them?
Or, you see someone and you really don't?

Today I went to the library, and saw quite an attractive male. Having said this, he wasn't the type that I wouldn't want to get to know, or want to get to know, but it would have been nice to say hello.
I saw him looking at a bunch of Cd's (this is a very diverse library) and I was looking at poems, and yeah...yeah, yeah, you can guess I did probably hang around that section for a prolonged period of time. The point! The point is: he came from the Cd's, aimlessly flicked through a book from my aisle...then aimlessly walked back to the Cd's. Yes, I know what you're thinking.
...pathetic.
But it wasn't, because in the swift moment our eyes connected, not literally, he raised his eyebrows.
And no, I was not wearing a comical t-shirt.
Perhaps that is the dilemma I am having to face.
Except, it's not a dilemma of any sort, as I won't see him again.
Right?
Right!

The main point of the story: I went to the library. Looking for short stories and poems. It was thrilling.
Note: I'm taking the raising eyebrows thing in a good way. What's the point in being negative?