~I find it odd that people actually enjoy reading this blog. I just come on when I feel like it and complain about my problems. But hey, I’m not complaining. It’s more fun than writing an essay.
~You know what’s strange? All the prettiest girls have giant inferiority complexes. They’ll be drop dead gorgeous, and always complain about how bad they look in a bikini, or how they hate their hair or wish they were more tan (or less tan… ridiculous). And you’re walking next to them, hand twitching because you’re going to slap their beautiful face if they complain one more time. And this is slightly annoying. By slightly, I mean so annoying I want to wax my face with duct tape.
~ But that’s not even the worst part. What’s horrifying is when unattractive girls have inflated egos. You’ll be sitting there, and hear them behind you saying, “Oh my god, I love my hair today. This shirt looks so good! My skin is really clear. I got a sexy tan yesterday.” And they just go on and on about how gorgeous they are. And you turn back to see unbrushed, greasy hair and orange skin. (Doesn’t that just drive you nuts?) It’s slightly ridiculous. By slightly, I mean so ridiculous I want to beat myself with a skinned rat until my own skin falls off. (Not pleasant, I can tell you)
~I have nothing more to say about the previous topic. It’s pretty straightforward. So instead, I’ll ramble about other things.
~Facebook pages are getting kind of ridiculous. You know those pages like “Six amazing powers of the human body!” or “Look what this guy said to his girlfriend!”? They piss me off. Because in order to see them, you have to like the page. And then go to another page. And fill out a survey. And go to yet another page. It’s not fun! Especially if your laptop crashes every time you have two internet windows open (read previous post). And, most of the time, they end up being dumb things that you already knew. And now you have seven viruses on your computer.
~Girls make me angry. Especially those girls, you know what I’m saying? The ones that think it’s a good idea to fit themselves into a closet and get stuck, or talk so loudly you want to beat them with a skinned rat, or talk about how hot your teacher is when he’s standing right outside the door. I hate them. I want to move to an island and only take nice people and smart people and good bands and their families. And leave all the dumb, mean people behind. Because they’re yucky.
Hahahahahaha. Who are you talking about when you say “The ones that think it’s a good idea to fit themselves into a closet and get stuck, or talk so loudly you want to beat them with a skinned rat, or talk about how hot your teacher is when he’s standing right outside the door”?
I’m talking about my art class… *shudder*
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. That’s so weird. (directed at hot teacher part) grossgrossgross.