can you guess what the topic of today's post is going to be? if you guessed ava the drama machine, you, sir, are correct. she is at it again. I sometimes wonder if she ever sleeps or if she just stays up and thinks of all the different ways to ask people if they're mad at her and then blow up at them.
the night before school started she sent me a ten-minute-long trance song, with no warning, without telling me what it was other than "look!!! song I sent you!!!" I don't even.
this progressed into how she's "TRYING!!!!" to not be oversensitive and uber-emotional. and then it was back to her favorite topic ever: how college will solve all her problems.
ava: but anyway, it's just they are getting frustrated with how i can be wicked oversensitive and emotional. i really am trying but apparently not good enough for them
me: they're your family. again. somehow I don't thnik anything we do wiill ever be good enough for our families, becase we have to live with them.
ava: sigh. i love them, i really do. but i cant wait for college. just SO annoying
me: what is, just.. everything?
ava: family
me: yeah.. well, yeah, when you live with someone of course you'll be mad at them every once in a while. because there's no way to get away from them.
this did not placate her. she kept on going with "I HATE MY LIFE, COLLEGE WILL MAKE IT BETTER!", which we in the real world refer to "'I can't wait to get out of this hellhole' crap".
it. got. better.
ava: yeah... this is why i am nervous to get married. because my kids will annoy me a lot, and my husband will annoy me a lot and i will find myself wishing i can move back to college
me: I thought you said you wanted to fall in love.... and yes, you think your mother doesn't get annoyed at you and your sister and your dad?*
ava: huh> i do want to fall in love but i also want to be happy
me: shoudln't falling in love make you happy? getting married won't automatically make you happy*
ava: yeah falling in love with the wrong person can make you miserable
*notice how she totally brushes these things off.
C (10:04:05 PM): oh my god
C (10:04:12 PM): cheap teenage melodrama, m1k3y.
L (10:04:31 PM): yes. cheap teenage melodrama, comrade.
C (10:04:33 PM): I can't wait to get out of home, so my family will stop nagging me all the time, and take care of MYSELF. and pay for MYSELF. because that WON'T BE ANNOYING AT ALL.
C (10:05:00 PM): dude, if all you want is to be alone maybe you shouldn't get married?
C (10:05:13 PM): I like how she didn't respond to the thing about her mom
I do too, C. [have I ever mentioned how the C stands for comrade?] [ok it doesn't really.] but the thing is she does shit like this all the time.
yestersay she switched back over to aim, which is where c and I hang out all the time. because facebook chat sucks. it also meant that there was another epic ranting sharefest last night. typically when these happen I get slightly less violent toward her for a short period. not this time. she dithered on for ages about how she feels excluded from the newspaper EVEN THOUGH SHE IS TRYING TO RUN IT and then went on about how "the trio doesn't exist anymore" [the trio being hypothetically made up of her, c, and me] and how since she "thinks differently" we must hate her.
A (8:17:57 PM): It's not so much the newspaper, as more of the fact that in a trio there is supposed to be this bond
A (8:18:47 PM): and the bond i had with you guys was damaged and sometimes i wonder if it was ever really there
A (8:19:45 PM): and now there is this strong bond between you and C___ that i not only envy, but wish i had RIGHT NOW
this is what I mean. doozy #2:
A (8:28:39 PM): so the only reason my name isn't on the papers or anything is because we weren't speaking?
L (8:29:22 PM): at that point, yeah. I think if you had been involved with it when whoever it was got the idea then you'd be helping manage it now. I think.
A (8:30:22 PM): okay
A (8:30:22 PM): i see
A (8:30:37 PM): i hope you know that you guys will probably need more opinions beside just you two on how to manage it
L (8:30:57 PM): yes, yes we do
A (8:31:05 PM): you both think alike and i think separetly from you two
oh I get it now--besides just you two means I am going to run your shit whether you want me to or not.
once that debate was over, AS IF IT WASN'T ENOUGH--she had to pull out the stage manager thing again.
A (9:43:03 PM): lissa
A (9:43:06 PM): i have one question
L (9:43:15 PM): yeah?
L (9:43:17 PM): okay
A (9:43:22 PM): i know i've already asked you this
L (9:43:32 PM): I am not mad at you
[all of freshman year and a good while into sophomore year she would randomly bust out an "ARE YOU MAD AT ME???" and then I'd have to be like "no ava I'm not mad at you what the hell I'm just sitting here" and she'd be like "OH GOD YOU'RE MAD AT ME WHY." I'm very glad someone convinced her to stop that bending.]
A (9:43:33 PM): but you know how you are going to be stage manager this year?
A (9:43:46 PM): well...
A (9:43:57 PM): im wondering if senior year if i could possibly... you know...
A (9:44:00 PM): try it..
A (9:44:01 PM): .
L (9:44:25 PM): ok. uh, why do you want to exactly?
A (9:44:37 PM): here we go
A (9:45:20 PM): because i want the experience and because ive wanted to ever since freshmen year and because i want to have the responsibility and i want to be on stage
A (9:45:52 PM): and i don't want to do sound and i think it would be fun and i just want to
A (9:45:53 PM): okay?
A (9:46:02 PM): and i am not doing it to make your life miserable
L (9:46:27 PM): ok. those are valid reasons. I really, REALLY want senior year though. like you cannot even comprehend how much.
A (9:46:40 PM): *sigh*
A (9:46:52 PM): but i don't want junior year because the class is intimidating
A (9:46:57 PM): senior class, i mean
L (9:47:04 PM): BECAUSE THE CLASS IS INTIMIDATING???
L (9:47:11 PM): wtf kind of a reason is that! [I'm hyper]
L (9:47:35 PM): OH. senior clas. ok.
A (9:47:37 PM): i don't want [name of highly bitchy senior] turning on me because i wasn't fast enough to give the fucking line
L (9:48:00 PM): the senior class is not intimidating.. dude.. all you do is yell at them and they lusten and if they don't you kill them
A (9:48:16 PM): i like that
[you would]
L (9:48:16 PM): and well neither do I. that's something you have to deal with if you're in that position.
A (9:49:02 PM): *sigh*
A (9:49:11 PM): some time while I am at [the academy], I would like to try it
L (9:49:29 PM): it';s like being president.
L (9:49:37 PM): I will do an analogy. it's like being president.
A (9:49:58 PM): (if you were president, the world would die)
A (9:50:01 PM): (no offense)
L (9:50:33 PM): you think "wow, I want to be president! it's such an esteemed position!" but the truth is that it's a lot of work and a lot of pressure and you get no recognition for anything good you do and all anyone ever does its pay attention to the bad shit and everyone fucking hates yo and doesn't invite you to the cast party and you end up puking at ihop at one in the morning.
[TOTAL TRUTH. after last year's play c and I really did go to ihop from eleven until one in the morning and I ended up puking because I was stupid and ordered milk even though I'm lactose intolerant. also, we split a plate of pancakes which we put all four flavors of syrup on. it was awesome, you should try it.]
L (9:50:45 PM): if you think you can handle that go right afuckinghead.
A (9:51:03 PM): you and c___...
A (9:51:14 PM): you also don't want to give up the position
L (9:51:22 PM): ...whaaat?
L (9:51:46 PM): no. I'm saying. it's a lot of pressure. if you don't think you would snap, you can have junior year. I'll take over for AB or something.
[AB graduated from the academy when I was a freshman. we did annie that year and she was miss hannigan. it was amazing. the part totally fit her. she still comes back to help with our plays.]
A (9:51:59 PM): what about ab?
L (9:52:13 PM): she gives cues backstage
A (9:52:45 PM): or we could be co-SMs
A (9:53:36 PM): okay
A (9:53:38 PM): stupid idea
L (9:53:43 PM): oh nooo, I think you should get a lovely taste of what it's liek to have Full Responsibility. because it is a lot of fun once you get past the fact that everyone hates you. co-sm would not do that. like.. you wouldn't get the experience you want, I;m saying, if that makes sense
[look how I'm being bitchy and then trying to cover my bitchtracks]
A (9:54:21 PM): lissa, seriously
A (9:54:22 PM): i wouldn't mind
L (9:54:39 PM): ok! do whatever you want.
[in my head this was "husker du whatever you want I don't care"]
A (9:55:04 PM): *sigh*
A (9:55:09 PM): only if it is okay with you
finally I got her to shut up and she started talking about how we shouldn't argue because it's friday and then proceeded to ignore me for an hour and a half. but oh, you can bet this will fucking return. it'll be back for sure. and when that happens, I will bring out the big guns. but that's a story for another day.
bonus C & L im of the day
C (8:59:26 PM): what the shit
C (8:59:36 PM): how did she ever, ever, ever get into infected mushroom?
L (8:59:45 PM): I DON'T KNOW, WHAT IS THIS
C (8:59:50 PM): if this was on the vampire diaries I will eat martin "hat" gore's hat
Showing posts with label cohh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cohh. Show all posts
29.7.10
28.7.10
hey mtv, I'm a vapid bitch who isn't pregnant! can I still have a show?
this post is probably going to be a hefty little fucker.
last year, c and I had two different theology teachers. in the event one of them returns to torment us again, the one I had is Mrs. Babiez after her love for babies and hatred for everything that is not babies, and the one C had is the overlord of the cohh. I think she deserves the title Mrs. Theology.
Mrs. Theology has a nasty habit of telling people about her sex life and how jesus approves of this and that the church WANTS you to have sex. but she does it in a terrible way, really. she's like the stereotype of antifeminist.
Mrs. Theology also told them about how she loved the horror show that is mtv's 16 and pregnant. any sane person can see that this show is made of crap, but we are not talking about sane people here. I think she was trying to subtly hint to the cohh that, once again, their purpose in life is BABIES AND MORE BABIES, while still trying to appeal to the pvg market in that class.
so shortly before midnight last night I decided I was going to go see the facebook page for this fucker. at first all I noticed was that the whole affair reminded me of the pregnant-teenager-PSA from jhonen vasquez's JTHM, because my mind is fucked up and it was late.
edit: I will describe said PSA. it's a short comic strip about a girl named sarah who drops out of high school to raise a baby and ends up eating the baby because she has no money for food. this should clear things up, and steer weak people away from jhonen...
then I sent it to c. and we started reading the posts. what sick fun. especially considering how late it was. from aim:
L (12:17:57 AM): bonus points for the words "lingering pain"
C (12:18:04 AM): oh god
L (12:18:06 AM): I sadistically loled at your lingering pain.
C (12:19:01 AM): this makes me want to puke
L (12:19:09 AM): it should.
c points out what's wrong with this picture:
C (12:19:57 AM): but yeah. it's... seriously the whole page is about teenagers. having babies.
C (12:20:15 AM): and how amazing that is to watch.
L (12:20:17 AM): the best part of that is it's over multiple seasons! HOW THE HELL DO YOU ATTAIN MULTIPLE SEASONS OF THIS SHIT
C (12:20:19 AM): and their boyfriends.
L (12:20:28 AM): yes.
L (12:20:32 AM): and it suuuuuuuuuuucks.
C (12:20:36 AM): because having a baby totally does not hamper their love lives. you can still have multiple boyfriends a year with a baby, girlies!
then we picked some nice quotes from the statuses and answered their stupid rhetorical questions and comments.
HAHA WHAT. that's terrible. it's like they prepare themselves for this shit
stupid name, stupid question, and YES, YOU DID, NOW THE FUCKER WILL GET EPILEPSY AND DIE
I PREDICT THERE WILL BE BABIES
WHAT IN THE HELL
uhhhh
these morals are so questionable
NO. SHE CAN FORGIVE NOTHING AND SOON THERE WILL BE ANTHRAX ON HIS PILLOW
I get kind of violent at 1 in the morning
KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER
this being C's contribution
they also do this rhetorical stupid-ass question after every episode:
IT SUCKED
both of us were stunned at this one. finally C produced a response which I still find funny.
C (12:43:34 AM): oh no! drama! baby will make it better lol derp
C (12:43:43 AM): and guess what? baby does make it better! yaaaaaaaay
OH NO AN EPIDEMIC IS GOING AROUND
KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER
C (12:44:59 AM): back.. labor?
L (12:45:01 AM): CONGRATUALTIONS SAMANTHA YOU DESERVE A PRIZE
C (12:45:03 AM): uh... anatomy fail
NO, IT DOESN'T EXIST. I DO BELIEVE IN JESUS. I DO! I DO!
............................................what
C (12:51:55 AM): because coexisting is impossible.
C (12:51:57 AM): baby makes you good.
this is the first time they EVER acknowledge that babies are a fucking lot of work. the rest is seriously about their fucking boyfriends and their awesome lives as lolderp teenagers with babiez.
L (12:55:04 AM): NO WAIT WAIT I NEED MY SUNGLASSES FOR THIS
C (12:55:06 AM): no. I will never be ready
after that it kind of degenerated into "go die" as a response to everything. but yeah, so... hypothesis: this show is stupid. conclusion: this show sucks and I hope to see it face down in a quagmire...
last year, c and I had two different theology teachers. in the event one of them returns to torment us again, the one I had is Mrs. Babiez after her love for babies and hatred for everything that is not babies, and the one C had is the overlord of the cohh. I think she deserves the title Mrs. Theology.
Mrs. Theology has a nasty habit of telling people about her sex life and how jesus approves of this and that the church WANTS you to have sex. but she does it in a terrible way, really. she's like the stereotype of antifeminist.
Mrs. Theology also told them about how she loved the horror show that is mtv's 16 and pregnant. any sane person can see that this show is made of crap, but we are not talking about sane people here. I think she was trying to subtly hint to the cohh that, once again, their purpose in life is BABIES AND MORE BABIES, while still trying to appeal to the pvg market in that class.
so shortly before midnight last night I decided I was going to go see the facebook page for this fucker. at first all I noticed was that the whole affair reminded me of the pregnant-teenager-PSA from jhonen vasquez's JTHM, because my mind is fucked up and it was late.
edit: I will describe said PSA. it's a short comic strip about a girl named sarah who drops out of high school to raise a baby and ends up eating the baby because she has no money for food. this should clear things up, and steer weak people away from jhonen...
then I sent it to c. and we started reading the posts. what sick fun. especially considering how late it was. from aim:
L (12:17:57 AM): bonus points for the words "lingering pain"
C (12:18:04 AM): oh god
L (12:18:06 AM): I sadistically loled at your lingering pain.
C (12:19:01 AM): this makes me want to puke
L (12:19:09 AM): it should.
c points out what's wrong with this picture:
C (12:19:57 AM): but yeah. it's... seriously the whole page is about teenagers. having babies.
C (12:20:15 AM): and how amazing that is to watch.
L (12:20:17 AM): the best part of that is it's over multiple seasons! HOW THE HELL DO YOU ATTAIN MULTIPLE SEASONS OF THIS SHIT
C (12:20:19 AM): and their boyfriends.
L (12:20:28 AM): yes.
L (12:20:32 AM): and it suuuuuuuuuuucks.
C (12:20:36 AM): because having a baby totally does not hamper their love lives. you can still have multiple boyfriends a year with a baby, girlies!
then we picked some nice quotes from the statuses and answered their stupid rhetorical questions and comments.
See which 16 & Pregnant mom already had their baby's names picked out!
HAHA WHAT. that's terrible. it's like they prepare themselves for this shit
Did Nicole and Tyler move Brooklyn around too much?
stupid name, stupid question, and YES, YOU DID, NOW THE FUCKER WILL GET EPILEPSY AND DIE
The Season 2 Finale & Reunion show are tonight!?! Any predictions?
I PREDICT THERE WILL BE BABIES
Nicole's slumber party is unexpectedly cut short when labor pains strike.
WHAT IN THE HELL
Do you understand Cory's reluctance to visit Aiden? Or do you think he's wasting valuable time watching his son grow up?
uhhhh
these morals are so questionable
She's 16, pregnant & heartbroken. Can Lizzie forgive her baby's father for cheating?
NO. SHE CAN FORGIVE NOTHING AND SOON THERE WILL BE ANTHRAX ON HIS PILLOW
I get kind of violent at 1 in the morning
Is it really that hard to walk away from a toxic relationship? What would you do if you were in Chelsea's shoes?
KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER
this being C's contribution
they also do this rhetorical stupid-ass question after every episode:
What did you think of Nicole's story?
IT SUCKED
Chelsea's caught up with her social life and fighting with boyfriend, Adam. She thinks things will get better after giving birth, but instead learns she can choose her daughter above everything.
both of us were stunned at this one. finally C produced a response which I still find funny.
C (12:43:34 AM): oh no! drama! baby will make it better lol derp
C (12:43:43 AM): and guess what? baby does make it better! yaaaaaaaay
Samantha's good girl image fades when she discovers she's pregnant-- and so is her mother.
OH NO AN EPIDEMIC IS GOING AROUND
Chelsea's boyfriend Adam barely helps with their newborn baby.
KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER
Samantha endures painful back labor in tonight's '16 & Pregnant'.
C (12:44:59 AM): back.. labor?
L (12:45:01 AM): CONGRATUALTIONS SAMANTHA YOU DESERVE A PRIZE
C (12:45:03 AM): uh... anatomy fail
Do you believe in abortion?
NO, IT DOESN'T EXIST. I DO BELIEVE IN JESUS. I DO! I DO!
Did Farrah let her mother down by becoming a G.I.L.F?
............................................what
Didn't Get A Chance To Witness Amber's Transformation From a Rebel to a Mother?
C (12:51:55 AM): because coexisting is impossible.
C (12:51:57 AM): baby makes you good.
OMG!! The Baby Won't Let Her Sleep!!...
this is the first time they EVER acknowledge that babies are a fucking lot of work. the rest is seriously about their fucking boyfriends and their awesome lives as lolderp teenagers with babiez.
ARE YOU READY FOR THE SEASON 2 PREMIERE ON FEB 16th?!?
L (12:55:04 AM): NO WAIT WAIT I NEED MY SUNGLASSES FOR THIS
C (12:55:06 AM): no. I will never be ready
after that it kind of degenerated into "go die" as a response to everything. but yeah, so... hypothesis: this show is stupid. conclusion: this show sucks and I hope to see it face down in a quagmire...
27.7.10
the cohh rises up once again
two posts in one day! just because of this thing I have been noticing.
I've been watching the massive collective that is the cohh on facebook. their statuses are great. it's "I love jesus" and "I need a boyfriend or I'll have to become a nun :/" all in one breath.
not posting any legitimate examples. I don't want to be found by association. sorry.
I've been watching the massive collective that is the cohh on facebook. their statuses are great. it's "I love jesus" and "I need a boyfriend or I'll have to become a nun :/" all in one breath.
not posting any legitimate examples. I don't want to be found by association. sorry.
2.7.10
mission statement & assorted fun things
the introduction to the subject[s] of this blog:
this will be an account of a certain all-girls catholic high school. it was, like most catholic schools, formerly run by nuns; with the nuns now waning. only four still in commission. [the guitar-playing one, the one that is hitler reincarnated, the senile one, and the other senile one.]
the reason I want to do this writeup? no one has. all 50 members of each preceding class have done nothing but go on about how the classes are all so together and they LOVE the school and all this happy bullshit. don't get me wrong, I love the school and 80% of the teachers. it's the freaking student body that's the problem. I know... anyone with half a brain could figure out by now that all this teenage frickin' angst is because I'm not one of the pooooooopular kids. or because the pooooooopular kids push me down stairs or some other crap.
bullshit. let me introduce you to the three archetypes of students at this school:
1. COHH
these are the nice students. the ones who have fucktons of school spirit and volunteer six days a week [but not on sunday, since jesus disapproveth]. they are the theology teachers' favorites. and, as C [pay attention to this girl; she will show up very often] has said, they're gonna grow up and be the next generation of pure wives and godly mothers. we call them the cohh: crop of happy housewives. they make up about 75% of the student body, if only because not all of them are overtly jesus-worshipping. but they do all worship jesus in some way. [it is a catholic school, so I shouldn't be shocked at the amount of jesus. it's just that the cohh has no motives other than jesus.]
2. PVG
pvg stands for pretty vacant girl, in accordance with the sex pistols' take on the blank generation. there's no point in asking them anything worthwhile; you'll get no reply. they don't take up a lot of the population; maybe 20%. these are the dim girls whose sole focus in life is HOT GUYS WITH ABS. preferably in chick flicks. they are scarily concerned with how much shit they can fit into a fucking tiny purse. they follow trends, which makes them exciting!!!! riiiight. now this is the part where a stereotypical angst-filled teenager would be like "THEY ARE BITCHES AND I HATE THEM." but that isn't the case. since the school is so small, you really have to get along with at least some people. or they will seek you out, and try to be pretend-friends with you, and if you refuse 99% of the students will commit to making your life hell and eventually you transfer. I have avoided that: these girls honestly think I am hilarious. it baffles me too, but I figure it's better than picking baby names for fun and helping out in a youth group or something. there's one pvg who wants to pay me to follow her around and make sarcastic comments about her life. I worry about the space where her brain should be.
3. RRPOF
keep your friends close and your enemies closer. this is the lunch table I sit at: THE GAY TABLE. holy shit I hate it, but C and I are stuck there. rrpof is the wonderful typo/acronym for rainbow rainbow pants on fire, meaning those frickin' assholes who think that being gay means you're automatically hot shit and that you should rule the world. don't get me wrong, I have nothing against being gay. it's when it gets to this scary-as-hell point where it's ALL you are; say, "hi, my name's _____, and I'm a lesbian!" by way of an introduction, then you are rrpof. [it's pronounced "rrripoff!", by the way, with heavy emphasis on the r.] the fact that it's an all-girls school attracts a lot of these creepy fucks. they are a very small portion of the population, but they are there. and they're so loud that they don't let any of us forget it.
and then there's C and I. we don't even factor in on the population graph--or if you asked anyone then they'd say we'd be absorbed into the rrpof. when we clearly are not. oh well... in short, we're the geeky dorky weirdos, and the only people in the school who know what monty python was in addition to refusing lady gaga's reign of brainwashing terror.
this blog will serve as documentation of my junior year, as well as venting. I mean, it's high school. if anyone [besides C] is reading this, watch some drama unfold. by the end of the year, I hope to god I don't have one of those fucking "and then I realized they were ALL my true friends!" complexes, when I believe we've already determined otherwise. I'll try and make this shit at least slightly worth your time.
oh by the way, neither of us is gay. sorry.
this will be an account of a certain all-girls catholic high school. it was, like most catholic schools, formerly run by nuns; with the nuns now waning. only four still in commission. [the guitar-playing one, the one that is hitler reincarnated, the senile one, and the other senile one.]
the reason I want to do this writeup? no one has. all 50 members of each preceding class have done nothing but go on about how the classes are all so together and they LOVE the school and all this happy bullshit. don't get me wrong, I love the school and 80% of the teachers. it's the freaking student body that's the problem. I know... anyone with half a brain could figure out by now that all this teenage frickin' angst is because I'm not one of the pooooooopular kids. or because the pooooooopular kids push me down stairs or some other crap.
bullshit. let me introduce you to the three archetypes of students at this school:
1. COHH
these are the nice students. the ones who have fucktons of school spirit and volunteer six days a week [but not on sunday, since jesus disapproveth]. they are the theology teachers' favorites. and, as C [pay attention to this girl; she will show up very often] has said, they're gonna grow up and be the next generation of pure wives and godly mothers. we call them the cohh: crop of happy housewives. they make up about 75% of the student body, if only because not all of them are overtly jesus-worshipping. but they do all worship jesus in some way. [it is a catholic school, so I shouldn't be shocked at the amount of jesus. it's just that the cohh has no motives other than jesus.]
2. PVG
pvg stands for pretty vacant girl, in accordance with the sex pistols' take on the blank generation. there's no point in asking them anything worthwhile; you'll get no reply. they don't take up a lot of the population; maybe 20%. these are the dim girls whose sole focus in life is HOT GUYS WITH ABS. preferably in chick flicks. they are scarily concerned with how much shit they can fit into a fucking tiny purse. they follow trends, which makes them exciting!!!! riiiight. now this is the part where a stereotypical angst-filled teenager would be like "THEY ARE BITCHES AND I HATE THEM." but that isn't the case. since the school is so small, you really have to get along with at least some people. or they will seek you out, and try to be pretend-friends with you, and if you refuse 99% of the students will commit to making your life hell and eventually you transfer. I have avoided that: these girls honestly think I am hilarious. it baffles me too, but I figure it's better than picking baby names for fun and helping out in a youth group or something. there's one pvg who wants to pay me to follow her around and make sarcastic comments about her life. I worry about the space where her brain should be.
3. RRPOF
keep your friends close and your enemies closer. this is the lunch table I sit at: THE GAY TABLE. holy shit I hate it, but C and I are stuck there. rrpof is the wonderful typo/acronym for rainbow rainbow pants on fire, meaning those frickin' assholes who think that being gay means you're automatically hot shit and that you should rule the world. don't get me wrong, I have nothing against being gay. it's when it gets to this scary-as-hell point where it's ALL you are; say, "hi, my name's _____, and I'm a lesbian!" by way of an introduction, then you are rrpof. [it's pronounced "rrripoff!", by the way, with heavy emphasis on the r.] the fact that it's an all-girls school attracts a lot of these creepy fucks. they are a very small portion of the population, but they are there. and they're so loud that they don't let any of us forget it.
and then there's C and I. we don't even factor in on the population graph--or if you asked anyone then they'd say we'd be absorbed into the rrpof. when we clearly are not. oh well... in short, we're the geeky dorky weirdos, and the only people in the school who know what monty python was in addition to refusing lady gaga's reign of brainwashing terror.
this blog will serve as documentation of my junior year, as well as venting. I mean, it's high school. if anyone [besides C] is reading this, watch some drama unfold. by the end of the year, I hope to god I don't have one of those fucking "and then I realized they were ALL my true friends!" complexes, when I believe we've already determined otherwise. I'll try and make this shit at least slightly worth your time.
oh by the way, neither of us is gay. sorry.
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