So today..
Well..
Hm..
I was out sick Tuesday and most of Wednesday from school ;_; not that I mind..
I got lots of sleep yesterday. It was SO GOOD. Seriously. I love my sleep. I would sleep all day if I could.
So there's this guy I like.
He's in grade 9, but I don't care. I really like him.
I've told him over Facebook that I thought he was cute and he was just like "thanks :D", and we talk on MSN sometimes about like, Twilight, Kingdom Hearts, and playing guitar. He's really nice to talk to. He even said he'd be proud of me if I took one-on-one guitar lessons. :]
I see him everyday and he makes my heart jump. After lunch today he kinda stopped next to me but was talking to his friends.. about gum, if I recall correctly. But seriously I was like 'OHMIGAWD HE'S RIGHT THERE!!!!!11one!!oneone!!1!' in my mind.
My guy friends through a snowball down the back of my shirt today. HOLY GOD WAS IT COLD . X__________X
my feet be cold right nowww . x_____x
I don't know really what to write, my best friend asked me to make this blog.
YOU! I WANNA TAKE YOU TO A GAY BAR! I WANNA TAKE YOU TO A GAY BAR! I WANNA TAKE YOU TO A GAY BAR GAY BAR GAY BAR GAY BAR! LET'S START A WAR~! *insert sweatdrop here*
oh, my best friend and I are planning another sleepover~! WOOOOOOO! our sleepovers are VERY fun. we like, stay up all night and eat junk food and giggle and take pictures XD
so.. that's it for this one.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
rantrantrant !
I need to rant about my life.
So, welcome to my new blog!
If I bore you, sorry. :]
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So, I pretty much hate my life. I absolutely hate being a girl, and I want to be a guy.
I'm one of the guys, and I'm so damn proud of it! I'm not embarassed to talk about boobs and stuff like that in public when I'm with the guys, and I'm not ashamed to be who I am. We laugh at dirty jokes, when somebody gets hurt (hey, it's hilarious!), or when one of us does the pelvic thrust in public. Trust me, the thrust in public is priceless, especially when you stand in the middle of the street and do it. :]
I just burped! :D
Society thinks that girls should be perfect. Skinny. Beautiful. Barbies. You know what? I DON'T WANT TO BE A FAKE PLASTIC DOLL. No girl does! If you do want to, that's stupid. Who wants to have a tiny waist, boobs that hurt your back, and ass-length bleach-blond hair? I know I don't. I'd rather be about 110 pounds, 5'2", boy short brown hair, and an A-cup chest. Because that's ME. There's only one of you. You're born an original; don't die a copy.
It sickens me when I see celebrities that weigh less than a hundred pounds and are pretty much skin-and-bones. That's gross! Like, Kelly Ripa, for example, is apparently about 85 pounds now. Isn't that disgusting?!
As for music, Miley Cyrus can die. Pop music is SHIT. Voices are usually faked, and synthesizers are used for the instruments. They have so much editing. Listen to the old bands, like the Beatles, Rolling Stones, Cheap Trick, Alice Cooper, Twisted Sister. Bands that rock live. Ever hear Gwen Stefani live? I rofl'd. It was so funny. Metallica is AMAZING live.
Is is possible to run away from home and manage to get to another continent? I damn hope so. I want to run away from home (Canada) and get to Germany SO BADLY. I speak German, so there wouldn't be much of a language barrier. I just want to be there so much. I'm a huge fan of Tokio Hotel, but that's not why I want to be there. Well, kind of. :] I wouldn't be one of those obsessive fans that scream at the mere glimpse of Bill's hair or accidentally run into them on the street or in a store/bar/wherethefackever.
And what's wrong with learning more languages? My mom called me a Nazi for learning German, but then she said she was just kidding, and I learned a bit of Japanese, and she saw some Asian people at the waterfront, and was like "There's some Japanese people; go talk to them." And I just said "Mom, I can tell by the shape of their eyes. They are not Japanese. I think they're... Korean."
Yeah, and I hate my life. I hate my mom, even though I tell her I love her, I guess she knows I hate her, because sometimes she'll threaten to kick me out. I've told her before I want to run away, but she was like "Where would you go? What would you do for food?" I've called the Runaway Helpline before to talk to them, but they seriously weren't much help. I made a choice not to see my dad anymore (it's been over a year), and she threatens to send me off to his house. She thinks that just because I don't want to see him anymore, that something happened there. She asks if he touched me, if one of my stepbrothers touched me, etc., but I keep saying the same thing: "No mom. Nothing happened."
There's been so many times when I have thought of doing drugs and committing suicide, it's not even funny. I've cut myself before, I won't lie. It was the only way to escape the emotional pain and stress I felt. I haven't done it for a while, but I have scars to show that I've done it. I have thought of the different possibilities of killing myself.
And I'm a vampire. If you thought that vampires were fake, made up, a lie, you were wrong. We're very real. The metallic taste of blood is so good, so addictive. I have top and bottom fangs, and they do scare people, to an extent.
How do you tell people that you're bisexual? Oh god, how I wish I knew. My friends know. But I just CAN'T tell my mom! She's a Christian, so she is VERY against gay/lesbian relationships. Truth is, I've kissed three girls (practically made out with one), and only one guy. I actually prefer kissing girls to guys.
So, yeah. That's my first rant. I like ranting. It's funn :]
So, welcome to my new blog!
If I bore you, sorry. :]
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So, I pretty much hate my life. I absolutely hate being a girl, and I want to be a guy.
I'm one of the guys, and I'm so damn proud of it! I'm not embarassed to talk about boobs and stuff like that in public when I'm with the guys, and I'm not ashamed to be who I am. We laugh at dirty jokes, when somebody gets hurt (hey, it's hilarious!), or when one of us does the pelvic thrust in public. Trust me, the thrust in public is priceless, especially when you stand in the middle of the street and do it. :]
I just burped! :D
Society thinks that girls should be perfect. Skinny. Beautiful. Barbies. You know what? I DON'T WANT TO BE A FAKE PLASTIC DOLL. No girl does! If you do want to, that's stupid. Who wants to have a tiny waist, boobs that hurt your back, and ass-length bleach-blond hair? I know I don't. I'd rather be about 110 pounds, 5'2", boy short brown hair, and an A-cup chest. Because that's ME. There's only one of you. You're born an original; don't die a copy.
It sickens me when I see celebrities that weigh less than a hundred pounds and are pretty much skin-and-bones. That's gross! Like, Kelly Ripa, for example, is apparently about 85 pounds now. Isn't that disgusting?!
As for music, Miley Cyrus can die. Pop music is SHIT. Voices are usually faked, and synthesizers are used for the instruments. They have so much editing. Listen to the old bands, like the Beatles, Rolling Stones, Cheap Trick, Alice Cooper, Twisted Sister. Bands that rock live. Ever hear Gwen Stefani live? I rofl'd. It was so funny. Metallica is AMAZING live.
Is is possible to run away from home and manage to get to another continent? I damn hope so. I want to run away from home (Canada) and get to Germany SO BADLY. I speak German, so there wouldn't be much of a language barrier. I just want to be there so much. I'm a huge fan of Tokio Hotel, but that's not why I want to be there. Well, kind of. :] I wouldn't be one of those obsessive fans that scream at the mere glimpse of Bill's hair or accidentally run into them on the street or in a store/bar/wherethefackever.
And what's wrong with learning more languages? My mom called me a Nazi for learning German, but then she said she was just kidding, and I learned a bit of Japanese, and she saw some Asian people at the waterfront, and was like "There's some Japanese people; go talk to them." And I just said "Mom, I can tell by the shape of their eyes. They are not Japanese. I think they're... Korean."
Yeah, and I hate my life. I hate my mom, even though I tell her I love her, I guess she knows I hate her, because sometimes she'll threaten to kick me out. I've told her before I want to run away, but she was like "Where would you go? What would you do for food?" I've called the Runaway Helpline before to talk to them, but they seriously weren't much help. I made a choice not to see my dad anymore (it's been over a year), and she threatens to send me off to his house. She thinks that just because I don't want to see him anymore, that something happened there. She asks if he touched me, if one of my stepbrothers touched me, etc., but I keep saying the same thing: "No mom. Nothing happened."
There's been so many times when I have thought of doing drugs and committing suicide, it's not even funny. I've cut myself before, I won't lie. It was the only way to escape the emotional pain and stress I felt. I haven't done it for a while, but I have scars to show that I've done it. I have thought of the different possibilities of killing myself.
And I'm a vampire. If you thought that vampires were fake, made up, a lie, you were wrong. We're very real. The metallic taste of blood is so good, so addictive. I have top and bottom fangs, and they do scare people, to an extent.
How do you tell people that you're bisexual? Oh god, how I wish I knew. My friends know. But I just CAN'T tell my mom! She's a Christian, so she is VERY against gay/lesbian relationships. Truth is, I've kissed three girls (practically made out with one), and only one guy. I actually prefer kissing girls to guys.
So, yeah. That's my first rant. I like ranting. It's funn :]
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