right. so. i'm not unhappy, i'm just... confused. or... having fun by screwing with my own emotions. it's actually quite entertaining. you should try it some time!
here's how it goes. there's this guy who's had a thing for me since, ah, sixth grade. now, i can't stress this enough: i would not go out with him. ahem. anyway. well, recently i've been calling him every other night at 10:30. yeah. we're buds. we didn't use to be, of course. i used to hate him. he terrified me (still does). sooooo, naturally, we got pretty close and he was all lovey-dovey (hate that), so i was seriously turned off. some of the shameless flirting was funny, but you know, it just wasn't... desired. i like to deserve the praise that i'm given. i don't take compliments well, and he always complimented me. sick. blech. gross.
but now that he's got a different love interest, it's like...
hmm...
i want it.
now, "it" isn't really anything at all. i still wouldn't date the guy. he's still lovey-dovey touchy-feely. it's still repulsive. but for some reason, i just really want to steal him from her, even though i've never said a word to the girl and i've got no logical reason for hating her.
(it's just her narsty-arse teeth.)
it's just, like... hrmf. i don't really know what it's like. i suppose i want some chaos. i want to create, and what better to create than other people's misery? yesss. especially when i get to use seduction. seducing people is very, very fun. especially when you aren't actually willing to do anything with anyone. i'm a terrible person, i know, but i like having power over that guy. and even if i can't win him back, i want to rub it in his face that i was right all along and that he never "loved" me like he said. i was right all along: it was just infatuation.
"and you think you know everything," i would say.
think what you will about my cruel intentions. i'm still thinking this all over. it would be lovely to come up with a plan.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Requested by Bethany... Modified by Me.
"By God," she whispered, "Where could that spider have gone?"
Danielle, frozen with terror, sat crouched on her bed. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for the furry little arachnid.
"Fuck," she murmured, relaxing a bit. "It's just a little spider. What's it gonna do?"
"Oh, I'll tell you what I'll do," came a voice. "I'll crawl into your open mouth when you're asleep. I'll make an egg sack on your tonsil, and in the morning I'll be vacationing in your left lung."
"EEEEEEEK!" Danielle ran up the stairs to her parents.
"What's the matter with you?" her dad asked.
"There's a spider in my room. I don't know where he is, but he's going to make an egg sack on my tonsil and vacation in my left lung."
"Are you retarded?" her mom spat, staring Danielle down.
Danielle glared. "Thanks for helping with my self-esteem, Mom. And no, I'm not retarded. I swear to God, there is a spider in my room and it talks. And it has every intent on filling my lungs up with spiders. In a few weeks, I'll have spiders pouring from my mouth and nose. You'll see. You'll all see."
And oh, did they ever.
In a few weeks, Danielle lay seizing on her bed, spiders pouring from her mouth and nose, laughing all the way.
Danielle, frozen with terror, sat crouched on her bed. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for the furry little arachnid.
"Fuck," she murmured, relaxing a bit. "It's just a little spider. What's it gonna do?"
"Oh, I'll tell you what I'll do," came a voice. "I'll crawl into your open mouth when you're asleep. I'll make an egg sack on your tonsil, and in the morning I'll be vacationing in your left lung."
"EEEEEEEK!" Danielle ran up the stairs to her parents.
"What's the matter with you?" her dad asked.
"There's a spider in my room. I don't know where he is, but he's going to make an egg sack on my tonsil and vacation in my left lung."
"Are you retarded?" her mom spat, staring Danielle down.
Danielle glared. "Thanks for helping with my self-esteem, Mom. And no, I'm not retarded. I swear to God, there is a spider in my room and it talks. And it has every intent on filling my lungs up with spiders. In a few weeks, I'll have spiders pouring from my mouth and nose. You'll see. You'll all see."
And oh, did they ever.
In a few weeks, Danielle lay seizing on her bed, spiders pouring from her mouth and nose, laughing all the way.
It's Been A Little While, Eh?
well, hello. didn't expect to see you here.
anyhoo, i've decided that i should listen to my friends and make a new post, no matter how retarded and unorthodox it may be.
i suppose a few things are new with me. nothing important, of course; i don't do anything. i suppose i could tell you about Brandon Hardesty. he's this guy on youtube i've been watching a lot. i first saw him a couple years ago when he did Strange Faces and Noises I Can Make. he's pretty damn great. i'm one of the crazy psycho chicks with creepy commentary. sometimes i even warn him before i say something. for instance: "creepy commentary: aww, aren't you adorable when you're staring into the nothing?" stuff like that. he's really funny, you should go check him out. but there's no way you love him more than i do.
just kidding.
kind of.
um... let's see, what else is there? i suppose i should say something about my bizzare obsession with Canada? yeah... well... i don't really know. i just have an obsession with Canada. Canadian accents make me giggle. Ireland's pretty sweet, too. Irish accents are extremely sexy. British, too. that one's a given. bloody brilliant, they are.
hmm. i just have an overall obsession with accents. um... yeah. whatever...
you see why i shouldn't be blogging, bethany and (SECRET FRIEND)? i have nothing to blog about. now i'm very angry with the both of you. grrr! roar.
hm... there's my cat... he got mauled by some unknown creature. his nose is all cut up and bloody and his right hind leg was like, shredded. he can't even let it touch the ground when he sits. mysteriously, my other cat also had a limp.
hmm. i wonder what happened there.
the interwebs suck. people can never tell if i'm being sarcastic or not.
(SECRET FRIEND) convinced me to go back to www.runescape.com, which is okay... but i'm getting sick of it already. i mean, come on. being a female knight is pretty cool and all, but geez. i don't even like to work on my combat level. i don't really like to work on any of my levels. (SECRET FRIEND) brought up her fishing and cooking levels by like thirty levels in one day. i don't like cooking, and i always go back and forth from the island Karamja and the bank in Draynor Village, so it takes me a little while. i also like to go sell my lobsters at the Grand Exchange. so i don't get much leveling up done, and some of the people on runescape seriously annoy me. especially the guys who befriend me, laugh when i tell them about the twelve-year-old who asked me out online, and then ask me out.
1: i don't know you.
2: i could be a fifty-year-old with fourteen eyes and tentacles.
3:i don't WANT to know you.
4: YOU could be a fifty-year-old with fourteen eyes and tentacles.
hmmmmmm.
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
(SECRET FRIEND) and bethany, you got your post. now you know why i didn't want to do it. so nyeh. consider my non-active lifestyle before you ask for new blog posts. :)
anyhoo, i've decided that i should listen to my friends and make a new post, no matter how retarded and unorthodox it may be.
i suppose a few things are new with me. nothing important, of course; i don't do anything. i suppose i could tell you about Brandon Hardesty. he's this guy on youtube i've been watching a lot. i first saw him a couple years ago when he did Strange Faces and Noises I Can Make. he's pretty damn great. i'm one of the crazy psycho chicks with creepy commentary. sometimes i even warn him before i say something. for instance: "creepy commentary: aww, aren't you adorable when you're staring into the nothing?" stuff like that. he's really funny, you should go check him out. but there's no way you love him more than i do.
just kidding.
kind of.
um... let's see, what else is there? i suppose i should say something about my bizzare obsession with Canada? yeah... well... i don't really know. i just have an obsession with Canada. Canadian accents make me giggle. Ireland's pretty sweet, too. Irish accents are extremely sexy. British, too. that one's a given. bloody brilliant, they are.
hmm. i just have an overall obsession with accents. um... yeah. whatever...
you see why i shouldn't be blogging, bethany and (SECRET FRIEND)? i have nothing to blog about. now i'm very angry with the both of you. grrr! roar.
hm... there's my cat... he got mauled by some unknown creature. his nose is all cut up and bloody and his right hind leg was like, shredded. he can't even let it touch the ground when he sits. mysteriously, my other cat also had a limp.
hmm. i wonder what happened there.
the interwebs suck. people can never tell if i'm being sarcastic or not.
(SECRET FRIEND) convinced me to go back to www.runescape.com, which is okay... but i'm getting sick of it already. i mean, come on. being a female knight is pretty cool and all, but geez. i don't even like to work on my combat level. i don't really like to work on any of my levels. (SECRET FRIEND) brought up her fishing and cooking levels by like thirty levels in one day. i don't like cooking, and i always go back and forth from the island Karamja and the bank in Draynor Village, so it takes me a little while. i also like to go sell my lobsters at the Grand Exchange. so i don't get much leveling up done, and some of the people on runescape seriously annoy me. especially the guys who befriend me, laugh when i tell them about the twelve-year-old who asked me out online, and then ask me out.
1: i don't know you.
2: i could be a fifty-year-old with fourteen eyes and tentacles.
3:i don't WANT to know you.
4: YOU could be a fifty-year-old with fourteen eyes and tentacles.
hmmmmmm.
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
(SECRET FRIEND) and bethany, you got your post. now you know why i didn't want to do it. so nyeh. consider my non-active lifestyle before you ask for new blog posts. :)
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