I wanna be the minority... I wanna beat the authority...
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Tuesday, January 6, 2009
4:59 AM
'Sup! It's a new year. I know that's obvious but that's how everyone starts out so what the heck.
Anyway. Went to Rachel's house on the 31st. Bombing smash that was. Her grandparents, and her moms and dads and aunts who are really her godmoms are tear-ee-feekkkk. Means terrific.
Beautifully flawsome.
Anyway. Sis announced she wants to go see Mogwai. Bleedin' lost it, she has. She wants to get sweaty with raving lunatics listening to junkie music. No off, mate but that's weird.
Anyway. First day at homeschool. Bit weird. Sat around played pointless games. Met loads of ex PC2's there, which is kinda weird.
AND OH YA.
You Know Who goes to the same homeschool as I do! I don't mean Voldermort... I mean, that'd be like, soooo weird. I wouldn't even be blogging now... I'd be like sooo in an asylum if ya get me drift. Or I'd probably be Kedavraed.
There was Stephanie, Didi (who's Malay - no idea what she's doing in a Christian homeschool), Valentina, Summer, Elise, Beatrice and Melanie.
Don't know any guys yet. They're the weird types. Who tuck in their shirts. And flirt which each other. Nobody said I need to get meself contaminated. Bah. Nutters, they are.
SPEAKING OF VOLDERMORT. Didi told me she's been to TWO, not one, TWO HP theme parks in England. Wicked!
WEEEKEEDDDDDD!! Anyway, got HP7 for X'mas. WOOHOO, go HP!
Ah. Speaking of England.
I miss them CHSians much. Even the insignificant losers running around during recess trying to grab each other dicks. I NEVER miss insignificant losers. Ugh.
I mean, me CHS friends are like THE sweetest people EVA. Kinda sappy, but sooo woosomely sweet. They gave me a sweet lil scrap book! Some of it didn't make sense, and some people sounded as if they were really pissed with me, and sounded like as if I was on me deathbed. I'm not. I'm perfectly healthy. Cheer up.
SPEAKING OF CHS!
You Know Who! BWAHAHAHAHA. hehehe. I mean like, what a fadence! That's my own word, by the way. Combinig fate and coincidence. Fadence, that we ended up in the same place. Weird, that I never used to notice a single bit of You Know Who, thinking only "Oh look. Fat person. OH EM GEE CUTE GUY IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION!" and then I turn away.
Haha.
Anyway. I'm not even going to tell you You Know Who's sex, and think all you may - I quote Ashlee: LEZBOOO PRIDE BETCH! And it's so medieval, and dickheaded, to think that me kissing rachel was an act of homosexuality. It's not. We were just fooling around. In fact, in was a bloody dare. Jack off, Homophobia is gay.
Anyway. Went out with them peeps during Friday. No idea why Aung always likes to skate... And pushes me to. He says it's fun. Fun for him maybe. You know what's fun for me? Getting totally wasted at a MyChem concert... Screaming PUNK YOU! at everyone you set eyes on. Oh yeah, went to Zen. Cute place. Waiter was being weird. Anyway. Ash's friend, Aaron was late like an hour and a half. But he's a cool guy. Payed for our cakes! Neeway, me and Ash bought Yee Aung a Man U (ugh i can't believe I'm even TYPING the word...) keychain and an Elvis CD! I actually wanted to get him a MJ Thriller Anni' Ed, but it was like 50 bucks. Screw him, man. (MJ, not Aung)
AND RACHEL TOLD ME ELVIS HAD A TWIN BROTHER.
Noooo freaking waaayyyy! Like, that's so weird. So unexpected. Douschebag of me to think only one Elvis existed... I mean like, there's always more than on king of rock, riiiight? Tchiah right. I wonder what the evil twin's name wuz. Must've been awesome like his other half. Imma name my future dogs Elvis, Slash, Farro and Chem. After Elvis Presley, Slash (wicked guitarist of Guns 'n Roses), Josh Farro (Paramore), and My Chemical Romance.
HAH!
I WILL have future dogs. But NOOO future umm, brats. No bastards for me. The moment you have kids, you suck. Look at your parents. They're lame, and they suck. Tadaa!
I mean like, the moment you get hitched, and knocked up, you get all commited and mushy. And then you start to suck. When you have kids, you can't cheat on your spouse anymore, 'cause the kids' will find out, (miraculously they always do) and their stupid whining about the subject will make me feel totally annoyed, and guilty. And I NEVER feel guilty about anything. And when you get married, the MOMENT you get married, you suddenly feel old, and trapped and bound, and... and... all that bad stuff. It's like school all over again. There're rules to follow, and you have to go EVERYDAY, if you get what I mean.
Holy shit why am I talking about this?
SKIP!
YouKnowWhoYouKnowWhoYouKnowWho. GAH. HeWhoMustNotBeNamed. You know what? I am officially christening him these nicknames. He shall be named after the Dark Lord.
Shit what's wrong wimme???
Anyway.
Bye.
PUNK OUT YEHBIOTCHES.
and, no x's and o's here, because I don't want to hug you and I definitely don't want to kiss you. AND GUESS WHAT? I DUN LOVE YOU EITHER.
Peace.
