I'm not happy. PMS and my overly-religious parents are making it worse.
So first of all. You know the guy Ross I've been ranting about? Well he is currently my best friend. Yeah. It's better now. Ashley was no help. I fixed it myself, mommy. Wee, happy prancy dance. And you know what? Shoot me. I'm in love again. It's stupid and cliche and you've probably heard this soo many times from soo many people who think it's soo important. But hear me out, otherwise I will do nothing. Hang in limbo. Then die at eighty-two with three grandchildren and a tempermental staffordshire terrier named Bubbles.
Here's how it goes: Ross is a sweet, kind, understanding guy who has helped me through so much. I'm healing from the ******** fight I went through wth Ashley when I found out she'd been talking s**t about me behind my back. Whitney, Emma, Taylor, Anna, and Sammy have helped a lot, and I love them so much for it, but no one has helped me as much as Ross. He's been there for me the entire way, defended me, and has just been the best friend I've ever had. I fixed him a while back, broke him of his stalking habits. I want them back. I want him to crush on me again.
I don't know if I'm doing it out of hate for Ashley [It would sooo piss her off if I went out with him.] or if I've actually fallen in love with him. Before we had basically been forced into a relationship by Ashley [She said she wouldn't be my friend if I didn't go out with him.]. But now that I know him, now that I trust him with nearly everything, I think this could be my only chance at eternal payback... and at actual love.
GAWD. I ******** hate my ******** PMS-y hormones. Makin' me all girly-girly and fallin' in love with my ex.
emo
Next on da unofficial things-to-blog-'bout list: Why do I have to go to church every flipping Sunday? What if I don't feel like it? What if I've just driven down from Burnesville with Freedom, Wiggles, Terri, and Budduh-Fly?
Today my parents went all "UR GUNNA GO TA HELL FER NAWT GOIN TEW CHERCH".
-.- "I dun't feel liek it."
DX "YOOL GEET HERPEES FER NAWT FOLLEWIN GAWD'S PLAAAAN!"
>.< "I WANT SUM DAMM SLEEP FRICKDANGIT!"
DX "FINE GIT YER DAMM SLEEPS!"
-.- "Hookay nite nite!"
DX "BYE BYES. WE GOIN' TEW CHERCH. HAV FUN WIT DA HERPEES."
:B "El oh el, wut?"
:/ "O, AN UR DOIN TEH LAWNDREES, MMKAYY?"
DX "BYEBYE! I WANTS MA DAMM SLEEPS!"
:/ "MMKAYY."
I'm not the devil baby of Hull House or anything I just have a lot on my mind. Like the Ross thing, and my fight with Ashley. So why can't they just leave me the flip alone? Yeah, I make fun of those little books for "Christian teens" because they're full of s**t like "Is your boyfriend totally devoted to Christ?" "Does he pray every day?" "Does he go to church?" "Does he openly talk about his beliefs in favor of God?" "IF HEES NAWT CHRISTIAN YEW DUNT NEED HIM!!!!1!111!!1!1 DUMP HIS SORRY AGNOSTIC a**!!!!11!!!11!!!!!1!!!" But it doesn't mean that I've totally lost the faith, damnfeckit.
And finally: I'm extremely suspicious that this fat retard is going to go after Ross. Well, actually, the fattie and this creepy emo girl in his band with a deformed jaw. You see: Teh fatass [Cat] decided she had a HUGE crush on Whitney's friend [and crush], Haven right after she told Cat she liked him [She only told her because she got invited to some girl's birthday and Cat happened to be there, too.]. I mean, it's ridiculous. She has nooo fecking life. She wears the same brown tank top EVERY ******** DAY, keeps her hair up in this messy fugly ponytail, obsesses over flying monkeys, and goes crazy whenever she sees any of the guys she has hopeless crushes on. She's a creep, and I know that if it gets out about me liking Ross she'll go "OHHHH MYYY GAAAAWWWD! I AM SOOOO IN LOOOVE WITH HALEY'S BLOOONND MUUUUSIIICIAAAN FRRRIIEEEENNNDDD!!!!". And then with Ms. Underbite, she's in a band [keyboard] with Ross and a couple other people. Ross told me a while back that she has a crush on him. DAMN. EW. JUST... ******** EW. I'm praying she goes after Skinny Jeans Boy Thadeus.
WELL. These are my problems. These are my pissy mood. MMKAYY? MMKAYY.
-toot
So first of all. You know the guy Ross I've been ranting about? Well he is currently my best friend. Yeah. It's better now. Ashley was no help. I fixed it myself, mommy. Wee, happy prancy dance. And you know what? Shoot me. I'm in love again. It's stupid and cliche and you've probably heard this soo many times from soo many people who think it's soo important. But hear me out, otherwise I will do nothing. Hang in limbo. Then die at eighty-two with three grandchildren and a tempermental staffordshire terrier named Bubbles.
Here's how it goes: Ross is a sweet, kind, understanding guy who has helped me through so much. I'm healing from the ******** fight I went through wth Ashley when I found out she'd been talking s**t about me behind my back. Whitney, Emma, Taylor, Anna, and Sammy have helped a lot, and I love them so much for it, but no one has helped me as much as Ross. He's been there for me the entire way, defended me, and has just been the best friend I've ever had. I fixed him a while back, broke him of his stalking habits. I want them back. I want him to crush on me again.
I don't know if I'm doing it out of hate for Ashley [It would sooo piss her off if I went out with him.] or if I've actually fallen in love with him. Before we had basically been forced into a relationship by Ashley [She said she wouldn't be my friend if I didn't go out with him.]. But now that I know him, now that I trust him with nearly everything, I think this could be my only chance at eternal payback... and at actual love.
GAWD. I ******** hate my ******** PMS-y hormones. Makin' me all girly-girly and fallin' in love with my ex.
emo
Next on da unofficial things-to-blog-'bout list: Why do I have to go to church every flipping Sunday? What if I don't feel like it? What if I've just driven down from Burnesville with Freedom, Wiggles, Terri, and Budduh-Fly?
Today my parents went all "UR GUNNA GO TA HELL FER NAWT GOIN TEW CHERCH".
-.- "I dun't feel liek it."
DX "YOOL GEET HERPEES FER NAWT FOLLEWIN GAWD'S PLAAAAN!"
>.< "I WANT SUM DAMM SLEEP FRICKDANGIT!"
DX "FINE GIT YER DAMM SLEEPS!"
-.- "Hookay nite nite!"
DX "BYE BYES. WE GOIN' TEW CHERCH. HAV FUN WIT DA HERPEES."
:B "El oh el, wut?"
:/ "O, AN UR DOIN TEH LAWNDREES, MMKAYY?"
DX "BYEBYE! I WANTS MA DAMM SLEEPS!"
:/ "MMKAYY."
I'm not the devil baby of Hull House or anything I just have a lot on my mind. Like the Ross thing, and my fight with Ashley. So why can't they just leave me the flip alone? Yeah, I make fun of those little books for "Christian teens" because they're full of s**t like "Is your boyfriend totally devoted to Christ?" "Does he pray every day?" "Does he go to church?" "Does he openly talk about his beliefs in favor of God?" "IF HEES NAWT CHRISTIAN YEW DUNT NEED HIM!!!!1!111!!1!1 DUMP HIS SORRY AGNOSTIC a**!!!!11!!!11!!!!!1!!!" But it doesn't mean that I've totally lost the faith, damnfeckit.
And finally: I'm extremely suspicious that this fat retard is going to go after Ross. Well, actually, the fattie and this creepy emo girl in his band with a deformed jaw. You see: Teh fatass [Cat] decided she had a HUGE crush on Whitney's friend [and crush], Haven right after she told Cat she liked him [She only told her because she got invited to some girl's birthday and Cat happened to be there, too.]. I mean, it's ridiculous. She has nooo fecking life. She wears the same brown tank top EVERY ******** DAY, keeps her hair up in this messy fugly ponytail, obsesses over flying monkeys, and goes crazy whenever she sees any of the guys she has hopeless crushes on. She's a creep, and I know that if it gets out about me liking Ross she'll go "OHHHH MYYY GAAAAWWWD! I AM SOOOO IN LOOOVE WITH HALEY'S BLOOONND MUUUUSIIICIAAAN FRRRIIEEEENNNDDD!!!!". And then with Ms. Underbite, she's in a band [keyboard] with Ross and a couple other people. Ross told me a while back that she has a crush on him. DAMN. EW. JUST... ******** EW. I'm praying she goes after Skinny Jeans Boy Thadeus.
WELL. These are my problems. These are my pissy mood. MMKAYY? MMKAYY.
-toot
