i am very pms-y. making me moody.
i hate people at school. they make me want to yell some common sense into them. 
two entries in one day. oh yeah. 
lots of swears btw











@one girl,
hun, your butt is not that big, so stop complaining. honestly, it's not. you might think it's big, but it's only because you're big boned and for your proportion, it's normal. so stop trying to get all the fucking attention with yelling, "OMG, MY BUTT IS SOOO BIG, IT RUINS MY LIFFEE!@#!!@2211" seriously. stfu. You're the one who wears short shorts and super mini skirts to school. wtf? hypocrite much.  Don't fucking think everything's about you. you may think i like you, but i hate you. a lot. stop fucking being a slut. so your parents are divorced. do i effing give a shit?don't just get attention just for that, i mean stop shitting everyone, it might've been hard, but seriously. it couldn't have been that bad. ugh.
-rantrantrant-
@ another girl,
you are not pretty at all. you have droopy eyes and a fat face and body. you wear make up to cover your entire face until you can't even see your eyes anymore. you have amazingly fake blonde highlights. wtf? stop trying to think you're the best when you're just a fucking gossiping bitch/mofo who thinks they're the best. i hope you get pregnant soon.
@friend,
stop flirting with every guy you see, honestly. ew. it's just disgusting. that's it. i think.
-rantrantrant-
@dude, 
stop trying to fucking be cool. just because you do drugs and get into fights does not mean you're cool. it just means you're a fucking manwhore who can't get enough of himself and will get herpes before he's 20. stop fucking around. you think you're good at basketball and you're funny, but you're fucking not. you influenced some good people, and now they're fucking messed up. go take your fucked up hick life and move back to fucking indiana where you fucking came from.
@girl,
no, stop, just stop trying to be a goody two shoes. stop fucking sucking up to teachers. everyone hates and is sick of you. seriously. you have poofy hair and you think you're cool because you wear hollister and have one friend and you diss people. and they're not even good disses. just stop because i can't stand you at all.
@girl3,
you are such a fucking muffin top and i don't even think you fucking know it. you wear skintight shirts and it's fucking disgusting to look at. ugh. and you wear skinny jeans and you have no butt at all. stop. stop right now. don't be obnoxious, it just makes you even more hateable. 
-rant-

you people are so fucking screwed up.
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then again, i'm the one to say that.
ugh.

 so i haven't been updating in a while. </3 i blame school. ick. we're reading the iliad, and i can't stress how much i hate it. I know it's an "epic" but i can't stand it, especially the way my teacher teaches it. she makes us do effing 10 post-its for each book(chapter). makes me hate it even more. It's seriously the driest book i have EVER read. -_-
Over the weekend I had a volleyball tournament. :3 our team took 3rd place. -yay- 
math is fine, social studies is boring as hell, so is la, and i hate everything else. ew. 
wonder girls. come back. i need new music. :/
everything sucks; school makes me depressed. ]: < 
i have so much more to rant about.
i'm not suicidal though, yay. <3

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	High
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Moderate
Borderline:	Moderate
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	High
Avoidant:	High
Dependent:	Moderate
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Low
-- Personality Disorder Test -- -- Personality Disorder Information --

Wow, I feel slightly messed up. >_>
just slightly.

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Very High
Schizoid:	High
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Moderate
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	High
Avoidant:	High
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Low
-- Personality Disorder Test -- -- Personality Disorder Information --

Srsly? Rofl. </3

 And again, Susan, you cannot read this. D: <
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         I opened the door and walk out towards the school’s entrance. I checked to see if my friends were there and then for you. I don’t know why I did that every morning. I really don’t, it was just my daily routine, well only from Monday to Friday, but I was just adjusted to it. There wasn’t anything I could really do. Crush? I guess you could say that. Wait, no, not crush. More like love. Yes, love. I loved you. But it’s not like I’d ever tell him. That would’ve ruined everything, everything that I built up: our friendship, our memories, our...well, everything that I could remember. Maybe you didn’t remember them, and I want to say, “that’s fine with me, as long as I remember them,” but that’s not the case. It’s not fine with me, definitely not. 

Well, I guess I couldn’t have asked for much, since I never really told you my feelings and such, but reality doesn’t go like a shoujo manga or a fairytale. You just can’t confess here, that’d just be…weird, and anyway, word gets out fast. It’d just ruin my reputation and I’d become an outcast, I wasn’t ready for that to happen. I was known as a complete tomboy, partially emo, rough, mean, yet smart. Those things definitely weren’t me. Definitely not. Inside, I was nice, sympathetic, too kind, a bit of a pushover, and just a bit broken, but honestly, not emo. 

Everyday I’d try to get closer to you, without anyone noticing. Yes, I was smooth like that. Gradually, we grew closer and closer and I guess we could be labeled as “friends.” I guess it wasn’t hard to get closer to him, since we had every class together. I remember I even cried in front of you, cried. I remember you trying to tell me it wasn’t such a big deal, you attempting to calm me down, you saying that you might not go either, you telling someone not to talk to me about it, and you trying to avoid the subject. Thank you, I am truthfully thankful for that. The only upside to that problem was, I was going to be stuck with you, again. Maybe it wasn’t going to be that bad. Maybe. 

All those times I was “mad” at you or “laughed” at you, I wasn’t really. I swear. I think it was just my childish way of wanting to get attention from you and well, it worked. I remember how many times I said, “I hate you,” to you and all those times, I didn’t mean it. I remember the Blue Day Book and how you’d call my name when you found something funny. I remember when I versed you in all those rounds of Password and how when you’d win, you’d laugh at me and I’d say “I hate you,” again and I remember when I’d win, I’d get all cocky and be in your face. 

Almost everyday, I’d wonder if you liked me back or not, sometimes it seemed like it and sometimes it didn’t. I was crazy about you and I probably still am. I’d get jealous whenever you were paired with another girl. I’d get sad if I wasn’t paired with you or sitting next to you. I thought we belonged together, like it was fate, whenever we were paired together or sat next to each other, I swear it was fate. It happened so many times. If I weren’t with you, I’d miss you and always find a way to talk to you, without you noticing that I liked you and I was…almost insane because of you.

I loved you when you joked around with me and laughed with me. You are awesome. I love your sarcasm, your integrity, except for the one time when you told me we had violin sectionals when we really didn’t and I had to go check, how you can be humorous when you need to, how you can keep a poker face, how you can be serious, and how you can be quiet and loud. I love your athleticism. You might not have the best looks, but I love your personality. 

I remember that field trip. Especially when we were in the old fashioned town. I said you were going to get lost, but you yelled back to me: “There’s one thing I can NEVER do, get lost!” I was surprised. I don’t know why, you seemed like a guy with a good sense of direction, but maybe it was to get your attention again… After that day, we had a “dance.” I’m not the type to “party” with a lot of people around, especially people from school who aren’t my friends, so I just sat in a corner. You approached me and asked, “What’re you doing?” and I don’t remember what happened after. I think I went to play cards with my friends and be all gloomy like I usually was. I was happy you paid attention to me. 

I remember when you said, “you scarred me,” when I gave you my poem to read. That was funny. I remember a lot of people liked it, you probably did too, but you would never admit something like that. 

One thing that probably doesn’t seem important, but I’ll remember, is that night on the field trip when we went to the arcade. There were go-carts there, and they were awesome. I already went on them, but I wanted to go on them again, to verse you, no, to be with you. Cheesy, right? I remember I had to cut in line to verse you and I had to cut in front of another guy. He was reluctant, and he wanted you to give him money. I tried to persuade him not to, but he wouldn’t listen. I said I’d give up my spot, but you wouldn’t listen. In the end, you gave him a few bucks. I scolded you for wasting money, but you said you didn’t care, since you had a lot with you. I was still mad at you, yet inside, I was happy. After that, you talked about how I was a bad driver, even though some other girl crashed into me and how you’d love to see me drive when I grew up, but I immediately argued back, “well you know what, you and I are going to different schools anyway, it’s not like we’re going to have any contact after graduation!” I don’t know why I said that.

When we got onto the racetrack, I was the last one to start, so I ended up last. You would not let it go. You talked about it even after we got back. I pretended to be in denial. I said you definitely would not defeat me.

The next day, we went to this farm place. I don’t remember that well, but I remember it was humid and hot. You were going to go into this haunted house place, but I didn’t want to go in until you came out. In the end, I didn’t go in. I remember when we were about to leave to go back to school, I wanted to get some pop, but the machine wouldn’t take dollar bills, in the end, you lent me quarters. To this day, I still owe you. 

Can I not owe you after the million times you called me short though? Seriously. You always made fun of me for being short, so what, so you were a bit taller… That irritated me. I want to grow, now, to be in your face.

One last incident, I remember when we were at a math competition, and we were split into teams. The teams that won got a t-shirt. You got a t-shirt. You weren’t going to go to that school. I wanted it. I begged for it, and it looked like you were going to give in, but you didn’t. You gave it to your brother. Ever since, I always told him I really liked that shirt, just to make you laugh and annoy you.

In my yearbook, there are three messages from you to me. More messages than anyone else, since people usually only write one, but you wrote three. Maybe it was because I wrote a second time in yours, but I don’t know. I now know you as a hypocrite. I really dislike you now, not hate, it’ll probably never turn into hate, and I’m probably in denial of still liking you, but you lied to me. You said you’d go cry in the corner when you were going to graduate. That’s a lie. Here, I’ll explain.

I remember when you said you didn’t want to go to that private school, when you wanted to go to the public school with us. I remember when your parents forced your older siblings to go. I remember how you talked and talked about wanting to go to the public one, but you changed over the summer. You forgot to come to the place, and someone had to call you. You rode your bike there. You didn’t even say hi to me. You practically ignored me, until I spoke to you, but then you barely talked to me. We were at the school, you said you didn’t want to go to this school anymore. You wanted to go to that school. You said that the “heat” changed you, but I wonder what really did. You’re such a hypocrite. I want to scream and yell at you and ask you why, but I can’t do that, or you’ll find out, even though you’re really stupid when it comes to that stuff. 

You make me really confused, most likely, you only like me as a friend, but I really don’t know. At some times, it’s like you favor me, but other times, you make me insecure. I really, strongly, dislike you for that. I wish you would change your mind again, I wish you’d want to be with me. You are the nicest guy I know, until you turned into a hypocrite. Real life loves to bit me in the ass. It really does.

 I always want to blog, yet I'm too lazy. 
The epitome of laziness? I think so.
About my fic "Love Triangles are Overrated, Pentagons ftw!" err.. I'm putting that on hiatus. =_= I'm not in a good writing mood at all. -sigh- well, ehhh. I feel like I always give up on fanfics. I should just write more oneshots. :/ But I'd be too lazy to finish and put it up. 
No one is more of a bigger procrastinator or could ever be lazier than me.
I have no self discipline. >_>

Well, I'm listening to SNSD sing "I want you boy, give it to me," right now, so nothing else really matters. ;)

 Yes, it's as it says.

so... I just watched Bend it Like Beckham and all I have to say that it was amazing... 
everyone, go watch it, nao. ;D

They stood there staring back at one another, and the other not knowing what to say.
              “Answer me damn it! What the hell are you doing with her?!” Sun Ye desperately screamed at him.
              “Honestly, what does it look like we’re doing? Get it into your mind, it isn’t that hard to figure out,” Hyo Yeon replied. T.O.P, or Seung Hyun, still stood there not daring to look forward.
              “Hah…I should have known this would happen…” she cried out, laughing hysterically and tears flowing out at the same time, “You were known for being a playboy after all, but I thought you actually liked me, I was such a fool. I don’t even think I have to say it, but...” Sun Ye took a pause, “it’s over.”
              She ran out of the classroom, not caring if she knocked over chairs or desks, she just wanted to get out and get some air. ‘I need to run…I need to…get away…’ Sun ye ran to the nearest deserted park and sat on the swing. Sniffle. Sniffle. ‘I can’t let this bring me down; I’m not that weak. I’ll show him what he missed out on!’

              “Haha! That’s hilarious, are you serious Sun Ye?” 
              “Yeah, he actually cheated on me.”
              “Wow, what a bastard, I’ll be sure to get him back for you. It probably won’t be that hard anyway, he seems pretty stupid.”
              Ye Eun, Sun Ye, and Yoo Bin  walked down the path that was specially cleared out from the crowded hallway just for them. They were pretty much the idols of the school and it wasn’t that hard to see why, they were smart, athletic and gorgeous. 
Each of them were known for their own special strengths.
              Ye Eun was known for her intelligence. She was in all the honors classes and aced every test. Everything was just too easy for her. She would’ve skipped a grade or two, but the school would not allow it. (Don’t ask why, just accept it). Being smart didn’t mean she was geeky looking though, she had dyed dark brown hair with auburn highlights fixed into a long hairstyle with side swept bangs. Ye Eun always had on rectangular framed glasses that made her eyes look even sharper.
              Yoo Bin was known as the sex on legs. She had long legs, tan skin, and well, everything else a sexy person should have plus more. Her hair was parted on the side and was medium length, wavy permed hair with full bangs. Her round eyes complimented her face and made her cute and sexy simultaneously. She was no slut though, not like all those other wannabes.
              Sun Ye was an interesting one. She wasn’t the most beautiful or the most intelligent, but for some reason she just stood out. She had worked her way up the social ladder, from being geeky, to being one of the most popular. To summarize her looks, Sun Ye now had straight bangs with long sleek black hair to suit her slender face frame and a cute uneven smile.
              The bell rung and all the students quickly scrambled to their classes. The girls each went their own way and so the school day commences…


Hope you enjoyed~ and please comment. ^^ and it wouldn't indent, so I spaced it out manually.   Sorry if they're spaced weird, but I really don't want to fix it. xD   ._____.