* A post made months ago, so the below feelings are no longer harbored.
You
know what sucks? Boys. Boys suck. They really, really do.
Boys
were sent upon our earth to reek havoc within our hearts, and all the
while they don't even notice because they are too busy stuffing extra
cheesy Doritos in their mouths while playing COD, or even worse
carving pumpkins into penises then having the audacity to ask for
your flashlight to light the damn thing up.
Yep.
And I still didn't get it back.
Moving
on from that statement, I would like to say that even despite their
awful, awful ways we still waste our time wondering if he's going to
notice our stupid Facebook statuses quoted from silly little love
songs or the fact that we straightened our hair so it's like a
majestic golden waterfall flowing from our heads.
Nope.
So
being "in like' with someone is not easy at all. You see
things were going well. Then they went downhill.
"Aw,
well, what happened?"
HOW
THE HELL SHOULD I KNOW. I mean, one second it's "Hey babe, I
like you, you like me, we've got chemistry, now let's ride our way
around the periodic table of L-O-V-E and let science do the rest."
Then
the next second it's "...." Oh I'm sorry, there's no
example for the next second because well, there is no conversacion
(yes, that was said in a Spanish accent), no action just the freaking
WIND BLOWING THROUGH THE HOLE IN MY HEART.
Ok,
see that was an exaggeration.
Kind
of.
I
can do better though. I know I can do better, because let's be
honest....
.......
......
Alright,
so maybe I can't do better. I mean, after all I am writing a
blog about my petty problems.
I
mean...this is a completely fictional blog about somebody else's
problems, and I'm just the author reiterating the events in first
person.
ANYWHO.
The
whole situation, with guys and girls, and how we are all supposed to
end up together at some point...yeah, I'm not seeing it. Right
now, I want to trip every guy I see.
As
for the other atrocities.
Let's
talk about college.
Now,
college is awesome, but I mean when I'm having to write an essay
everyday I honestly think I should be getting paid my professor's
salary since all my professor does is click a button for the
powerpoint (the very bright powerpoint located in a dark little room
with NO WINDOWS) to burn my corneas. The least my professor
could do is a little dance when she presses the button.
"Anddddddd
for the next slide!" *Cha cha cha!*
Maybe
even add some instrumentals. And some backup dancers. Preferably boy
dancers with the gelled spiky hair and those poofy vests.
*Backstreet's back alright!*
Apparently
this is asking too much.
Sigh.
And
the cafeteria food here is getting...predictable.
Day
1: Mmm mm mmm! Look at all this food! Fries, pasta, pizza, salad, and
whatever the hell that is in the stew pot!
Day
2: Oh wow! Fries, pasta, pizza, salad, and stew pot stuff!
Day
3: Oh fries, pasta, pizza, salad, and that crap.
Day
4: Disgusting potatoes shredded with no salt, carbs, carbs, dying
greenery, and WHAT THE HELL IS THIS.
Day
5: Starvation.
Well,
this has been one heck of a blog! I was able to release
thoughts that have been stuck on my mind lately, and I feel good.
*And
I'm feeling good! Dum. Dum. Dum. Duh Dum.*
Okay
peace my brothas and sistas from other mothas and mistas.
Signing
out of this blog like yeah~Gwen
the Super Hero, over and out.
