Perverted science projects?

Well the title sure isn't as clever as usual, Britney.
Nope, wait, here's the fine print:
Another adventure of Bus Orgasm Boy.

Indeed he strikes again.
Of course he has nothing to do with te science project, but hey, I needed something to talk about.
Mark is sure that BOB (lol realization!) likes me.
I'm kinda starting to think the same thing.
Which really makes me feel bad about myself.
Like, if I was gonna date someone, it would be with someone who doesn't tell lies just to one up me on stories or whatever and who doesn't piss me off. Ever.
Not some creep who sits and stares at me during the History benchmark probably thinking vampiric bludlusting thoughts about getting bitten on the arm while cutting himself and listening to some sort of emo band.
-shiver-
Ewwwwwww.
Why can't I get one of those popular, good looking guys that everyone knows and a lot of girls would be so jealous of me over him?
I'm not that bad, jeez!

Anyways, Back to...THE FUTURE (remake starring Justin Bieber (more on him later)).
Just kidding.
Seriously, anyways.
These two girls Morgan and Jordan were at the front o my science class discussing ice storms.
There was something about 23 inches, and this red-headed girl Hailee said "Woah, Woah, Woah! That's a little perverted."
The teacher smirked and was like "you're the only one who thought it was."
But I thought it was. Lol


So on to my wonderful new liking, Justin Bieber.
Well, I even have an app on my iPod for news and photos and videos about him.
I'm such a little fangirl.
The boy cuts his hair and suddenly I'm like ohmigosh I'm so in love, I found you finally.
You make me wanna say oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh my gosh!
Lol I'm such a dork.
But I am becoming a big fan of his and I have to admit he's pretty good looking.
I think the only reason I didn't like him before is because I didn't want to follow the crowd. But in turn i ended up following a crowd of people who didn't want to follow the crowd. Lol
But now I am happy with being an open Bieleber, and I will defend that boy until I get bored of it. Lol
But that doesn't mean my Bieber jokes are gonna stop.
Oh, I haven't told you before of my jokes?
Well here's one.
When Justin Bieber was getting a sex change the doctors ran outta balls.

Another?
Doctor: good news and bad news.
Mom: tell me the bad news first.
Doctor: bad news is I can't tell what gender your baby is.
Mom: it's okay, I'll name him Justin.
Doctor: good news is it's a great singer, if you what it to be a girl, Mrs. Bieber.

Mostly just gender jokes. Not great, but still. They get the job done.
That's what she said.

A Heated Facebook Comment War

So my friend posted a screenshot of a conversation we were having via text and my ex boyfriend and I ended up in a argument on the comments.
It got to the point where I told him I would seriously beat him up.

And I totally would. I haw so much rge and fury build up because of him that I would beat the living crap put of him and sleep fine the night.

I shall try copying and pasting the convo...

Ah, I can't. But later I'll get on the computer and just make a new post or something.

Anyway, I think the whole thing is pretty much over but, still,

He pisses me off so bad.

Mark and I are gonna go all Mexican gang members on him. Lol

Kidding.


Maybe.

The Banner of Lies and The Valentine List

So awhile back students at my school voluntarily fille out a little compatibility test.
Yesterday and today they were handing them out.
I got mine and was so unbelievably pissed off I could've killed someone and slept fine that night.
On my list. Number effing three of ten.
Derian.
Eff eff eff eff eff effing a man!
Jeez.
I got the WORST people in my list.

I just wanted to kill myself I was so embarrassed. Why me?
Why him?
Why ANY of them?!


Now. Onto the banner of lies.

So there's this thing called Rachel's challenge. IRS about treaty others right and being respectful and blah blah blah.
A lot of people signed this banner promising to be nice to others.
This included my friend Mark and I.
We lied.
There's no way in hell we could NOT say bad thongs about people. Otherwise our blogs would be pointless!
A lot of other people aren't going to keel with it either.
No one really cares anymore.
Everyone at our school is one of five things:
Smoker
Drinker
Whore/manwhore
Annoying
Awesome

I, like my friends, fall in to the awesome category.
We don't do anything related to the first three categories and are only annoying to those three categories because we refuse to be complete idiots and destroy our brains and control.
And every single person is mean to someone somehow in some way.
This banner is going to be worthless.
I guarantee it.

Valentines day?

Yes.
The dreaded "anti-singles" holiday.
I really hate going to school on v-day because it makes me feel like the only person who is alone.
Plus no one ever wants to be my valentine so its just depressing all around.
My best friends didn't even wanna be my valentine because they were too busy giving chocolate to guys they like.
Me, however, I like two people.
And because of the 2010 act of 'dibs' between my friends and I, i am not allowed to date either of them. Because I didn't like them until after the dibs on the both of them was called.

I did get chocolate, though, from this kid named Colten.
He annoys the crap outta me.
But he was the only one who gave me anything at all for today, do I thanked him.

I mean seriously.
No one was willing to give me a piece of frigging chocolate?
Oh thanks guys. Thanks for letting me know you really enjoy seeing me pissed off at the world because no one ever hives a crap about me.

People that sit aroun me in class and get in trouble for talking even blame it on me.
I only talk in...maybe three of my classes.
But I always get in trouble for someone else.

Why don't I stand up for myself?
Because:
1. I don't have the balls to do it.
2. I have a severe lack of self esteem and can't help but to think I deserve it.

Yea, well.
This is what this crapfest- I mean holiday does to you.

Victoria Has No Secrets

So I was shopping with my mom and we went to Victoria's Secret.
Not for me, though. The place terrifies me.
We walked in and the first thing I said was "Great. It's torture devices for
Your womanly parts." my mom laughed.
So while my mom is trying on this pair of sweatpants I'm waiting outside the changing room.
There's this chick a few feet away from me holding up some lingerie and she's saying, "I think I should get a size smaller" to her boyfriend.
I'm over here having a heart attack because of how small and revealing the damn thing and I can tell her boyfriend is already struggling from pouncing on her in the store.
And then this employee walks over towards me with a customer and pulls out this drawer right beside me.
The customer goes "Do you have any thongs with lace?"
And I died because the employee made me move to get them.
And then I thought, 'Why does this stuff bother me so much?'
Then I looked at the woman with the lacey thong. She was old. Ewwww.
Then at the chick with the way to skimpy lingerie. She looked like a little kid and smelt like a zoo.'
Double ew.
So wanna know why I hate Victoria's Secret around Valentines day?
1. Mental images. Ew.
2. If you mom asks you to hold a bra for her in the line and you're surrounded by men who assume it's yours.

It's retarded.

So later I was at Hot Topic and this dude kept looking at me.
I tried to ignore him and just look at the shirts held up on the wall and some jeans but he kept following me.
He was most likely just a few years older than me and he wasn't bad looking.
But then I got all nervous because I dont really have any lucky with putting "talking to" and "guys" together.
So I just tried to ignore him.
I came to a bunch of Harry Potter stuff and he smiled and was like "Dude, Harry Potter is freaking wicked."
At first I was like 'No way. He can't be talking to me?'
Then I said, "Yea I know. Ron'd my favorite character. That's why I'm getting this shirt."
After I spoke I was thinking 'No duh that's why you're getting the shirt. You big moron.'
But he kept talking about his favorite book of the series and stuff and I nodded along and listened.
Then his dad came in to the store and made him leave.

And he first thought that came to my mind was 'SUH-WEET! I can get a high school boys attention!'

It's Over. Great.

The Green Bay Packers won Super Bowl fourty-five and I broke up with my boyfriend.
Just an awesome Sunday.

Today is, as the French would say "Un jour complètement des sports ennuyeux et des coeurs cassés. Juste merde."
Which in English here means "A day full of boring sports and broken hearts. Just crap."

Anyway. Song of the day? What the Hell by Avril Lavigne.

I hate his friends. -___-

I'm seriously going to kill my boyfriends stupid friends.
"Oh, look at me. Look at me, Britney. I'm going to ignore the fact you're dating Kerry and post I love you on his wall. And don't worry, my other friend will post 'Kerry, my husband' on his wall too. But wreaking tryingbto bother you or anything and were jut friends with him."
Yea, go suck some hairy monkey balls bishh.
Seriously?
WTF is with all these girls talking to him and flirting with him? If he was using me as a cover up and was gay, I could understand. But he's not, so it bothers me immensely.
I mean, picture if you will, your boyfriend or girlfriend was always being bombarded by people of the opposite sex and always being randomly hugged by them right in front of you, would you be bothered?
Especially since quite a few of the guys/girls seem to be wanting the two of them to be more than friends.

I mean he's my boyfriend. I don't care if you're 'just friends'. Back off and stop telling him you love him and stop calling him husband.
Or else I will hunt you down and bunch you in the face, rip out your hair, and kick your brains out (if you have any, which you obviously don't to make a move on MY boyfriend).

Sanity? Never heard of it.

So because of this stupid snow I have been trapped in my house for three days.
Today is my birthday an I can't even spend it with my mom and sister without completely losing it.
I mean seriously. I want to go back to school.

I have nothin to do here but eat.
And were starting to run out of food and I'm gonna have to end up eating grains of sugar or a handful of flour or even butter. Alone.
I'm truly dying over here.

I need food. I need socialization beyond my family.
I need my friends an my boyfriend.
But most of all, I need muhh damn chips.

Oh, and because I have gone completely bonkers I've started speaking in a britsh advent around my house and making up stupid little British songs.
And I've been listening to lil Wayne. Which, as you should know, is truly a sign that hell has really frozen over.

And now on the Notes on my iPod I've been writing a horror story.
And it's pretty weird. Like, I dunno what brought it up.

It's called 'In-Between Days'. Here it is:
Preface-
In the world theres this place that stands between time.
It's weird because it shouldn't exist.
Only a few people ever get to experience it, and most never live through it.
I was one of the unfortunate who had lived through the In-between's perpetual torture only to be brought back to a "life" of even worse proportions.
Although the I-B isn't really called that.
More or less it's called the Hell of Imagination.
Because for an hour of time in reality, it's a year in the I-B.
And just when you think it's all over, you're back in reality. You have this uncontrollable urge. And a desire to kill.
And for a long time that's all you feel.
Then after that it's just nothing.
Absolutely nothing.

Night 1
I fall asleep with a headache and a black eye. I'd gotten in a fight with someone from school.
But as I close my eyes I drift to their mind. And he doesn't notice me really.
His dream is odd. Like most dreams.
Blurry around the edges and not quite clear. Nothing seems to make sense.
But I know this dream has a meaning to him.
And I also know it will not end well.

He looks around at his friends. They are in a darkened room. Tied to posts obviously holding up an older house.
They have cloths in their mouths to muffle the screams they shout ever so often.
Then a woman comes down the stairs and brings a steak knife.
For the first time I realize how young he must've been. His friends looked less than ten.
And the woman walked to each one of the boys and slit their throats.
He was last.
"Why," she said coldy, "do you stare at me so, boy?"
His answer was deafened by the cloth in his mouth.
She ripped it away and bid him repeat himself.
"B-because you made me watch," he said. "Now I know what you plan to do to me."
She tisked and shook her head. "No. I'm saving you for awhile longer. I want to make you watch them die slowly. Then experience it yourself."
She laughed maniacally and almost stumbled over. Surely she was intoxicated.
She went back up the stairs.
In the distance police sirens could be heard.
A few moments later they were kicking down the basement door. And finding him.

And then his imagination engulfed the truth and spit out lies.
The police were murdered on the spot and he came to him.
She sliced him away mercilessly.
Not giving a damn about the poor kid.

And then I woke with a start.
Because this meant that one more person was now in the I-B. It meant he was.






And then I started writing another story that's kind of like a diary. Ands it's just weird lol.
It's called 'Instead of Just Kissing'.
I'd post it, but this whole thing is already so long.
That's what she said.