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July 12, 2008
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Today has been SO agrivating.
Well it started off- I woke up early. For no reason.
I HATE waking up early. There's too many hours in one day for me!
Then I tried to watch TV and for the first time in my life, stood up for my brother, because he was getting yelled at- and got slapped in the face and hit in the back.
Then no one is online. And I get agrivated easily, so after a got pissed off that i was slapped in the face, I got on a Harry Potter RP site, hexrpg- and apparently the mods are getting mad at me.
I said somthing about potheads, and they got pissed off. I didnt know I wasnt allowed to say that! I said I was sorry, then another mod yelled at me saying: Dont respond to mods in that manner, its considered arguing. It'll get you azzied outta here real fast.
AGH! I said SORRYYYY! not shove off or anything.
so now, the mods are picking on me. and i have NOTHING To do.
RANTS OVER :]
Well it started off- I woke up early. For no reason.
I HATE waking up early. There's too many hours in one day for me!
Then I tried to watch TV and for the first time in my life, stood up for my brother, because he was getting yelled at- and got slapped in the face and hit in the back.
Then no one is online. And I get agrivated easily, so after a got pissed off that i was slapped in the face, I got on a Harry Potter RP site, hexrpg- and apparently the mods are getting mad at me.
I said somthing about potheads, and they got pissed off. I didnt know I wasnt allowed to say that! I said I was sorry, then another mod yelled at me saying: Dont respond to mods in that manner, its considered arguing. It'll get you azzied outta here real fast.
AGH! I said SORRYYYY! not shove off or anything.
so now, the mods are picking on me. and i have NOTHING To do.
RANTS OVER :]
posted at 2:35 pm EDT | 1 comments
May 24, 2008
.dance.
The summer before that year started,
I dreamed- every night.
About him. About the fact that my elementary crush would finally be joining us again this year.
This would be the year that we got to have a formal dance. A pre-prom.
The night of my life, where we would unite. Another far-fetched goal.
It would be like in the movies, the jock would hook up with the girl from the other side of the tracks.
I dreamed of a fantastic yellow dress. And a beautiful hair-do. it would be magical.
So the year started, and he came. We never got together. In fact, we became enemies.
We would never be friends again.The end of the year approached. The dance crawled closer and closer. I knew the dream would never happen, I didnt want it to.
Then the night came.
I entered and stood awkwardly with my friends. Then he came in. I knew for sure he wasnt going to be alone. All year he had been his perfect self, with his perfect girlfriend. That wasnt so hard to believe. But what was hard to believe: she was wearing the perfect yellow dress with the perfect hair.
I dreamed- every night.
About him. About the fact that my elementary crush would finally be joining us again this year.
This would be the year that we got to have a formal dance. A pre-prom.
The night of my life, where we would unite. Another far-fetched goal.
It would be like in the movies, the jock would hook up with the girl from the other side of the tracks.
I dreamed of a fantastic yellow dress. And a beautiful hair-do. it would be magical.
So the year started, and he came. We never got together. In fact, we became enemies.
We would never be friends again.The end of the year approached. The dance crawled closer and closer. I knew the dream would never happen, I didnt want it to.
Then the night came.
I entered and stood awkwardly with my friends. Then he came in. I knew for sure he wasnt going to be alone. All year he had been his perfect self, with his perfect girlfriend. That wasnt so hard to believe. But what was hard to believe: she was wearing the perfect yellow dress with the perfect hair.
posted at 1:29 pm EDT | 0 comments
