Ben, if you're reading this too, then stop it!!
Ok, look, this is only an entry to prove to people under the suspicion that I'm dead, that I am in fact NOT. I happen to be breathing at this very moment. [Yeah, Asian, I'm eating too. <_<;;]
Also, I hear there's a Lindsay#2[Robert] on this site...? Or was that Billy...? I dunno. Ben, you're very unclear with your stories...
Ok, well.....yea...
Wait, I got somethin.
Just because I changed my avi and I typed this journal, AND I might POSSIBLY join a roleplay...there is NO REASON...WHATSOEVER...to assume that I'm back on Gaia. I'm not. I just have nothing better to do until my entire hard drive gets wiped clean.
s**t. I know.
Some f** storm came through the other day while I wasn't even here and surged the power while the computer was on, and the monitor stopped working. For five days. No internet. It was so cold and lonely around here...I could barely stand it. But I had Mardi Gras to distract me, so for two days I was doing alright.
...
Of course, coming home to a broken computer was depressing...
...
Yeah, I know I'm being dramatic. I can't help it.
Anyway, we bought a new monitor, so I thought it was gonna be fine and our computer was good enough to still run...but then my mom called some Geek Squad ******** and HE said we had no choice but to delete EVERYTHING on the computer because it was infected with a shitspawn virus, [probably thanks to my sister and her lesbian porn sites] so now we've lost all of our camera s**t, downloaded files, music, the crack-edition photoshop I had for two days before the trial expired, homework, [not that devastating...] family photos, [....not devastating AT ALL.] and whatever programs were running. Not to mention the scanner program that supposedly PREVENTS THIS EXACT SITUATION FROM OCCURING AND BACKS EVERYTHING UP...
Psyche.
Stupid scanner bull.
And on top of all that, I'm expected to pay my mom back for all the money spent on the new one because its my fault.
[...wtf..?]
I wasn't even HOME that night. I was at some chick's house preparing for Hell's ******** Chorus that was at school the next day. [That's Rally Day, people.]
Man, the freshman were such pussies. They cried cuz they didn't win Originality, Performance, Squad, or Participation.
Pft. SO?
Most of the 8th grade just stood still the whole time. Our entire routine was swaying. Absolutely nothing but swaying. I didn't even know the words for my cheer...Ah well. Screw Rally. The only ones that like it are the Seniors anyway. And whatever a**l happyhappy-fun-time chicks like being deafened by the screams of 900 girls at once.
My left ear was nearly muted for two days, and my right wasn't functioning at all. o_o
That damn school is bad for my health. God, I miss St. Cletus. And at least there were guys there. Sure, the all-girl thing is supposed to make me concentrate cuz there isn't any guy to talk to? HAH. I'm doing worse than before. If anything, school was easier with them around. And apparently, there's over 200 lesbians in my school. [including Lauren] Its seriously disturbing. And it often makes me wonder if thats only because they just like girls, or they don't talk to guys often...I also wonder sometimes why guys like girls at all. Besides the boobs, please. God, I mean...they're so ******** DIFFICULT. >0 And I mean like, all the time. I actually like being told I'm a lot like a guy, because I don't wannt to be thought of as bitchy or dramatic. Its in my nature I guess, but its so damn annoying! I annoy mySELF all the time for being such a girl. ....
Now, I'm not saying I want to be a TOTAL guy...cuz thats disturbing, and I'd never want that. AND I'm not saying I want to be like one because girls like guys and I'm implying that I'm gay. -_- ******** no. That's my sister's job. When she comes home from college in 5 years, she will walk in here with her arm around a girl's waist. There is no doubt in my mind. Its not meant to be funny or insulting in any way. I honestly think my sister's about as straight as a circle. ._. Whatever. Thats her preference. She can keep it.
Besides that being a very awkward monologue thing I had going there, it was also true. Since I have this sort of habit going of updating my journal once about every year, so I thought I'd enter this and get it over with.
And JUST TO CLARIFY...
YES. I DID like a guy at St. Cletus.
NO. It was not Ben.
Lastly, NO. I never did anything about it because I didn't really care all that much. It was sort of a..."Huh. I like him. Oh well." kinda thing. Its not always like that, it just was for him.
And any GIRL [thats NOT you, Ben!] who already knows who the guy was, can tell whoever or whatever if it should come up in conversation. I don't now, so what does it matter? [It does matter for a certain Asian, however! YOU TELL NO ONE.]
Mmk.
I think I'm about done now, since I don't really have anything else to say...nothing thats really so important Gaians should know...
Well, none of that really was anything important, but like I said, there just isn't anything to do around here.
One last thing--
alright, if you're the kind of person offended by cursing, such as that in my journal --and daily speech, for that matter,-- don't report my journal. Thats lame. And its happened before. I'll clean it if it bothers you THAT [********] MUCH...
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Jesus Christ, is she rambling again?
YES.
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