A rant that has nothing really important in it.

Wore shorts for the first time in awhile today.
And I nice tank top.
Someone said it was nice and my reaction:
Am I flashing people?
No.
Maybe...
I have some amazing friends.
I unfriended two people today on facebook.
-eyeroll-
I don't wanna talk about it.
They make me on stab someone.
You know, in the I wanna kill you with a fork kind of way.
But that's normal.
God, I am so tired.
Thats what she said.
WOAH. T-MOBILE. THOSE MANS HANDS ARE SO VERY CLOSE TO THE UPSIDE-DOWN GUYS JUNK.
Just nasty.
No one one a hand job aired on television.
Except porn stars.
Is it sad that I know stuff like that?
At least I've never experienced stuff like that.
Im sure Slutty McWhoreface has though.
I moved back to the school and you know what someone tells me about her?
They tell me she got fingered by this other chicks boyfriend.
ISNT THAT PLEASANT.
Oh, speaking of doing the nastehh.
Did I tell you guys of the monstrosities of BOB?
You know, the one about what horrible, horrible thing he did to a girl whilst she was on her period?
You can only guess.
Because I wont say it.
It's too gross.
I love One Tree Hill.
And Glee.
And My Life as Liz.
-WARNING:-
SULLY SAID HE LOVES HER!
And then so did Bryson!
Stupid show is turning into an episode of Secret Life.
-headdesk-
Someone save us now.

Friend Request from a Vampire

Oh yeah.
You hear me right.

I get home from a day of shopping with my mom and I check my Facebook notifications.

There it is.

The dreaded frien request that has been anticipated for months.

Part of me wants to accept, for all the terrible things I could say would make my day.
But then again.
What if he bugs me all the time? Tries IMin me and messaging me talking about his bloodsucking hobby....?

Bah.
You just can't friend your enemies unless you have a plan.

And I, as a Green Lantern, have a plan.


Let the battle commence.

The teacher of doom.

Sure.
Everyone has that one teacher that they hate, who hates them back.
Mine would be my industrial tech teacher, Ms. Langston.

She let's kids do the stupidest crap in her class and today I got introuble for standing near a group of talking people.
They were talking.
I wasn't.
Yet somehow, I end up getting called useless by her.
Like, really?
I'M useless?

People in her class have gotten some major injuries. Some of the stain and stuff is toxic, and technically illegal for people under 18.
Kids cuss, fight, and various other things during her class.
And she let's it happen.
And so does the school for some reason?
Like, sure I guess shop can be fun an all.
But I'm not a very...
Hm.
Basically. I don't like to take risks.
I hate the machines because she yells us these stories about people getting there hands sawed of or whatever and I'm like, "Withbmy luck, that'll be me."
And she's always telling me what to do.
She's just like my art teacher Mr. Ibanez.
I think, that if a teacher assigns you a project, like, let's say a portrait painting;
And your given the basic criteria to pass, you should do with it as you wish.
Because that'll unleash personal creativity, correct?
And if you jack it up, or it looks hideous, then it's yourfault.
As long as you learned that green and red mix to create brown in the end, that's all that should matter.
That ou learned at least something.

But it shop you don learn.
You make projects, and have to pay her for the wood or metal.
And you can't take home the project until you pay her.

But if she thinks I'm paying 12 bucks for my own piece of crap box, then she's more insane then I though.


Bus Orgasm Boy recently learned of thus nickname.
He also went to SAC for threatening Mark.
He had said, and I quote, "One of these days I'm gonna beat the shit out of you."
Finally came the day when I teacher heard his words of stupidity and sent him to the office.

Unfortunately, however, he is to be released (I'm preparing for my speech against him when he's sent to prison) tomorrow.
Yay.

The Day I Almost Died

On Saturday, April 30, 2011, I was almost murdered by my own mother.
In all seriousness I had planned to spend the day with my good friend, Mark, as you guys know.
However, I seem to have misplaced some information when I was explaining the details of the day to my mother?
Thus, at around 2 pm she calls me and asks me where I'm at.
I tell her I'm at McDonald's, even though I had been but wasn't currently at.
I won't get into too muh detail, but I was forced into requesting further transportation from the Movie Tavern in Fort Worth from Mark's father.

When we arrived back at my house, Mark and I exchanged a very awkward hug.
Though, I must admit, saying goodbye to people is always awkward.
You're not quite sure whether to hug, shake hands, wave, or, God forbid, simply say your farewells.
Of course, if you're cool like mark and I you can laugh about the awkwardness of the goodbye hug you just shared over a text.
And facebook.

Luckily my mom never yelled at me again an the whole subject has completely been obliterated between the two of us, as far as I am concerned.

Happy May day, everyone, by the way.
Especially since America kicked Osama's ass.
The very man who planned the events that occurred in New York in the September of 2001 is now, in fact, dead.
Although I am completely unaware of any causes of his deth, or a possible execution.
However, I do know that he absolutely, completely, and irrevocably deserved it.


For an extra twist I decided to make this blog post seem a little more informative and professional.
But in turn it makes me feel ten times as nerdy.


Want to know something that disgusted me?
Derian's chesticular area and abdominals (or lack there of, I should say.)
Yes, indeed, I have witnessed an unfortunately horrible site involving my arch nemesis.
(I don't believe I've told you this before, but I'm a Green Lantern. And he's a phsyco.)
How did I witness such a horrible thing?

Well, a friend of mine on Facebook posted some pictures from her boyfriends birthday party, a paintball party thing.
Apparently Derian was invited.
So he took it upon himself to not wear a shirt in any of the photos that were taken.

For some reason I couldn't get over the fact that he is just that disgusting.
Usually guys get hotter without there shirts, but he just got worse.
He has literally, no abs.
He's paler than me.
Which is something hard to achieve.
And he has total man tits.

Just.
No.


Once again Bus Orgasm Boy has struck the city with his lack of anything remotley interesting or normal.

Although.
Bus Orgasm Boy is quite a mouthful. (Do I really need to say it? That's what she said.)
Indeed. It's quite a hassle to type.
Shall we decide a new nickname?
Hmmmm.

According to a villain name generator, his nickname should be "Web Slasher".
Wanamaker know the catergories I selected as a description?
Cutting abilities.
Disease related.
Arachnid.

Yup.
That's definitely him.
But the name sucks.
How about....
Dracula?
No. That book is too good to be related to him in any possible way.
Then perhaps...
Vampire boy?

If you want to, leave a comment with some nickname ideas.
If I choose yours, you will receive a high five in the hallway hopefully soon.
:D