I'm so dissapointed.....

in the lack of moral amoung some people. That's all I have to say.

You know what really grinds my gears

Those people, whom you do nothing to, snap at you. Lets just hypothesize that one day, a good friend of yours comes into your computer classroom. Lets just say that he's saying Hello and joking around trying to make you feel better when your shoulder in in such pain that you can barely type this, let alone stand the pressure of your bra strap. LETS just pretend that some uppity little ho-bag yells at him for trying to make you feel better because she's "Taking her test". And leeetttssss just say that it's not even her bell and she's already 90 minutes to complete such test.Lets just say that really grinds my gears

Rant of The Day

While your pjs are cute in bed, they're not in school.(Or in public in general) Quite frankly, you look like an idiot when you do. And there is a difference between wearing your sweats and a sweat shirt when you just don't care and wearing your sponge bob square pants and 3 tons of makeup. I fail, utterly fail to understand how girls manage to have on foundation, eyeliner, mascara, lip gloss, perfectly pin straight glossy hair but manage to not take 5 seconds to pull on a pair of jeans!! It baffles the mind.

Granted, some days I do like being lazy, rolling out and bed and just going to school, but I don't. I manage to take 5 minutes to roll of of bed, put on jeans, a t-shirt and comb my hair into a ponytail before getting on the bus.

So all in all, you like a moron. Congrats.

All I ask for

is 5 fucking minutes to myself. I go to the library for some peace so I can post a blog. I can't get half a paragraph typed without the librarian looking over my shoulder or one of my friends coming in and bothering me. I love them, I do, but they don't know what's going on, but a simple 'I need some time ALONE' should be good enough if you ask me. I bet some of them are pissed at me now. I don't care, maybe it will finally get me some peace and quiet.

Trust me when I talk about myself

I know what I'm talking about.
I know that Amber is the only one to read this, but I wish people would trust me when I talk about myself. I'm not that girl (Wicked reference was not intend.) He doesn't like me like that, no body does. Michelle, sweetie I love you, but I'm the friend. He like the cheerleader. I'm a loser gamer chick. He doesn't like me.


That's all.

???

I'm not quite sure what I'll post here. Probably just the random ramblings that I won't say out loud. Maybe even my poetry and prose.