OUT LOUD!?

HAHAHA, My Name Is -insert male population here- And I'm A Total Pervert!

2009-03-25T21:56:00.012-04:00

I'm a bitch. There's no doubt about it. I come off as a sweet person, and I truly am, but when something doesn't go right, I'm a Bitchasaurus Rex. Whenever I look someone in the eyes, all I see is hatred. This hatred is so unreal, and I seriously think I need to see some sort of doctor to help me before...before I do something horrible to get rid of the hurt.

So, yeah, anyway.

Saturday was my birthdaii, so yay.

You might be wondering why I chose this particular title for this entry. Well, it's simple. I hate the perverted guys at my school. They are stupid losers who take joy in making others feel like shit; like me. I'm a total psychopath, and I guess I'm a drama queen. Try not to take what I say to heart, for I am crazy and paranoid. It's a well-known fact thorought the school. I'm known for being an emotional, crazy drama queen, who simply haz to have the best of the best. Posh and and spoiled. MEH, I can't help it, so I guess I created this blog to provide info to the world about the MUCH moar interesting people around me. Like JB, S, B, J, T, and M.

But, anyway, this blog isn't really about me. It's more about the people who are in my life, and due to a large amount of interest, I'll continue with info on JB, J, B and S.

I get jealous very easily, so it shouldn't be a surprise to anyone when I get jealous of T and M. These two girls are superly duperly popular camerawhore female-jocks who whore themselves out to male jocks, who just so happen to be devastatingly hawt. Not only are they pretty, but they also know karate (Seriously, they do. No jokes. O___O) and play hockey, volleyball, soccer, football, and every other sport imaginable. It's no wonder that my crush and close friend, JB, has fallen in love with T.

Too bad he doesn't know the crap that goes on behind the doors of the Girl World; or as I like to call it...

The Slut Association.

Or TSA for short. TSA meetings are usually held at either T's locker, or in front of my history teacher's room, because he coaches the girls' volleyball team, girls' football team, girls' basketball team, and the girls' soccer team. He is therefore, a pimp. TSA members are all on those teams, so I suppose either my history teacher is a pimp or is considered a member of TSA.

In these incredibly disgusting meetings, T probably discusses her plans to steal someone else's boyfriend, usually one of her best friends'. She once sent a nasty, naughty, and dirty text message to the second sought-after malejock; a mister K. Notice that the colour of that sexcii K is quite similiar to JB's. This is because K is simply too gorgeous to put into words, with his golden blond hair and his charming, sarcastic attitude. If JB were to mysteriously disappear, K would definitely be my automatic next crush. But, since they are very good friends, liking both of them would be very sluttish. Something only TSA would do. Too bad he's incredibly egotistic and perverted, like most boys at my school. But, that can be fixed very easily...

-winkwink-

;P

Speaking of K and JB.

I decided to tell K about my crush on JB. He took it very well, actually. He had the same reaction as S and B. A (gorgeous) smile and never mentioning it again. How...sweet of him. He's never done that to anyone else.

Could K be kinder than I thought? Hmm...

Well, until next time, my readers. I guess you'll have to wait until my next post for new updates to the BLASTING OUT LOUD!? universe, observed from the eyes of yours truly; emotional.cupcake.

xoxoxo

My Mission Ish Complete!

2009-03-21T11:51:00.005-04:00

Okie dokie. I've come to the conclusion that I am in fact paranoid and going crazy. I found mmy new friend though. Her name is J, and she's a total emotional wreck. She's pretty popular, and dates like seven guys at the same time. Or was it crushing on seven guys at the same time...

Whatever.

To be honest, blogger thingy, I feel way out of bounds with J. We planned to go to the movies this Spring Break, but everytime it got delayed, so I'm like "SCR3W DIS, IMMA GO C WATCHMEN BY MAHS3LF BEOTCH"

...

Okai, I didn't actually say that, but you know me. My mind is like my second mouth.

...

Wait wh0t? Lolol, I need to learn some more catchy phrases.

Anyway. I really want to ditch J, before it's too late. But, nao I have realized that...

It's already too late! Before the Spring Break, I finally told her who I was crushing on. His name also starts with a J, so I'll just call him JB. Oh yush, nao that's hawt.

-drools-

Ermm, anyway, I told her about JB, who happens to be in the same class as us. Great, huh? I hate telling girls like J about crushes. They don't realize how important crushes are to inexperienced people, because they have been out on fifty gazillion dates already, and have guys going after them. Did I mention J is a model?

._.

Talk about crushing my spririts.

Oh wellz. I totaleh trust telling S and B, and I did. So far, they had the best reaction. As soon as they heard it, they smiled, and never spoke about EVAR again. That's how I want my friends to act. Not like J, who told 60% of our class, and continues to give hints to JB! Ugh! And she also told the one guy who I absolutely HATE the most in the world!

D.

She has a huge crush on D, and she just HAD to tell him. Gross, he's such a perverted meanie, who takes joy in annoying/flirting with girls who are off-limitz.

I give him until two weeks for him to spill the beans to JB, who is like his bestest friend in the whole wide world.

Okai, I gotta go do the dishes and stuff. Goodbai for nao, I guess. -cry- I'm trapped.

New Meaning to 'Friends Come and Go'

2009-03-15T14:10:00.012-04:00

I wanted a diary the moment I started to read Go Ask Alice.

I figured since I spend most of my time on the internet anyway, I might as well get an online diary. Who cares if it's not secretive. All I want to do is get my thoughts out where I can see them and manage them; like a filing cabinet.

I have two best friends.

B and S.

B and I have been besties since technically last year. Actually, we met and started to hang out the year before that. B didn't really know S at the time, but I remembered her from Gr. 5, where she was pretty much an outcast who liked to read and had glasses, along with a long neck. Well, in our second year of middle school we eventually met, because we were put in the same class. S was actually a kewl girl, and we both had a lot in common. B had to take a longer time to get comfy with our new friend, but it turned out great. We went through some memorable stuff, and soon we were so close we could be considered a snobby clique.

In fact, I guess we were, because we didn't let anyone too deep inside our "clique", and that was sort of a silent rule that we all knew.

It wasn't until our third and last year of middle school (Gr.8) where things started to change.

I hate change.

I mean, I get that it happens, and that we have to deal with it, but when I like something, I expect it to stay how it is.

Change shmange.

Anyway, in Gr.8, B started to hang out with other people, mostly because we were all seperated into different classes this time around. I know it shouldn't have bothered me, but it did.

A lot.

:c

Besides this, B and I were still besties, even though at times I felt left out and hated.

S was the one that was affected the most. We barely saw her. We only saw her every month or so. We'd say "hai" to her in the hallways whenever we saw her, but never a full out conversation.

I started to realize that I depended too much on these two, because each day I was scared to go outside by myself, being declared a "loner" without B and S. Which lead me here, looking at the 8 girls in my class, making it my mission to befriend them. Oh yes, I will get a new friend!

That'll show B and S that I can be independant, and not just the selfish, snobby, betchy girl they may think I am.

Either that, or I'm just paranoid and losing my mind.

o.O