hayhay ladies.

okay. so i went to rosh hashana services at temple with zo-zo.
it was quite inspirational, really.
did you know that only 30% of jews believe in god. :)
national survey says.
just a little quote and then a comedymoment. (ohgawd)
'what a caterpillar calls the end of the world, god calls a butterfly.'

and comedy.
dear lord.
uhm.
well.
my friend, we will call him 'i'.
okay. i was sitting next to me, (this is going to get confusing)
and yeah, sure, whatever.
but good lord.
he was wearing the most disgustng cologne.
ever.
it smelled like goddamn toothpaste! ):
and now blitz smells of gross cologne.
and during the silent prayer, all blitz could think was
'dear lord, save this boy. nobody should think that something like this smells good. please save this poor misguided creature. amen!'

and, of course, i did two other stupid things.
i, zo-zo, and blitz were getting a piece of cake last night (good cake, by the way), and there were flowers around it.
i goes 'hey, i think they're edible!'
blitz: 'orly? -bites hunk out of flower-'
i: 'uh. i was kidding. you can only get real edible flowers in vegas.'
well, you can get a lot of things in vegas. debt, s.t.d.s, and who knew? edible flowers.

and. of course. the bathroom incident.
blitz: -walks into bathroom with zo-zo- aughghzhgthgoexhlsxey.e5jioyghjt.leghzkmtj!!!! what the fck is that smell? it smells like .babies.!!!'
-lady comes out of stall-
lady: what?
blitz: uh. oh. um. it. kinda smells like... babies. -runs out-

uhm.
but other than that, services were cool.
our rabbi's some sort of genius.
or a natural leader.
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halloween.

you know, ordinarily i love halloween, but why do girls turn it into an excuse to shop?
can't one make their own costume?
can't one come up with something original?
can't one stop assuming that just because money is tight for me that you have to buy shit for me?
i mean, it's nice as a gift.
but ask me every five seconds and if you do it by fucking text messaging me, please jump of the nearest two-story building.
ugh. sorry. but that needed to be said.
i can by my own stuff, with my own money, that i earn.
not 'your' money that came from your mommy's purse, and you're only buying me this because you a.) feel sorry for me or b.) are such a total asshole that you would buy it for yourself first and you're only buying it for me to either look good by giving shit to me, or think that i'd look like a fucking moron.
get this: if i valued anyone's opinion much at all, i'd probably ask.
just saying.
hate. -squirms-
well.
to sum it up?
i hate pity.
i hate people.
i hate holidays.
i probably hate you. :)
well.
maybe not hate.
but i'm sure i want to hurt each and every one of you at least once.
-pointing fingers-
.you. need to shut the fuck up and stop trying.
.you. need to learn some manners.
.you. need to stop calling me names, or else i'll act this mean all the time.
it's possible.
really.
it is.
i can be mean. :)
i can be nice, too.
i can be civil.
but i'm always,
always
angry. :):(:
about something or other.

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p.s.: no. those weren't specific people. i didn't have anyone in mind. these are just things i tell people. mostly the second and last ones. i don't tell that many people to stop trying, because that's not right. but a lot of people need to just shut up for five seconds, or at least long enough to hear that the other person has something to say, too. i do believe everyone needs to learn some damn manners. i also believe that you should stop taking me for granted and don't get to used to me taking your insults so easily because i can become someone that nobody really likes. trust me.

ewh.

so nobody's really noticed (thankfully) my disgusting flesh eating disease-esque wound.
i don't know what the hell i did, really.
it's this freakish nasty bug-bite looking thing the size of three fcking quarter-dollars together.
it's dark red and gross. ):
and worst of all, it's right below the centre of my collarbone.
looks like i stabbed myself.
so i've been wearing high-collared shirts all week.
it's extremely annoying.
but i did go to this wonderful asian indian festival.
they had these potato and leek filled fried dumpling-like things, and they were wonderful. <3
and i've never seen so many pretty girls in one place in my life.
well. in person.
i got a funky shirt and some bracelets.
oh, and there was some eye candy of the male persuasion.
not a lot, but the few that were present were the kind of cute that makes someone piddle themselves. :3
but thassit for now.
now i must go. alas.
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optimistic

someone asked me why i was a pessimist.
once.
optimism strengthens the immune system, they said.
well.
i'm pessimistic because it hurts less when you're wrong.
the higher you fly,
the harder you fall.
and honestly.
what would hurt more?
a jump off of a hotel building,
or easily slipping out of a ground floor window?

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p.s.: short, i know.

beep

no, nothing happened, involving me.
our mystery lady whose identity i will keep a secret, for her own liking,
panda grrl,
and stacey all went to the guidance counselor.
apparently m.l. (mystery lady) cried a little, tremors in her speech.
ooh.
and uhm panda-grrl said it was annoying. i don't know about stacey.
panda grrl says she simply established she did not want anything to do with m.l.
:| i don't know about stacey.
maybe i'll ask.
but no, i wasn't in there.
i felt bad for m.l. because i know how it is, having friends turn against you (the manwhore/m. debacle of last winter, ehm ehm!!).
so i gave her a hug,
let her hug back,
by the way, she's extremely soft. :| i don't know. might be all girls.
haven't hugged to recently.
remind me.
but yeah. well, soft and wet, because apparently i know the right time to spontaneously hug someone and make them release all emotions and cry.
but crying is healthy, isn't it?
hm.
hugs are nice, that's my opinion.
always hug someone when they need it!
it seriously helps, i swear, it will.
they're not going to lash out at you, usually.
i hope.
but there you go.
we humans have some problems, don't we?
girls impling that they imply that they insinuate that every other girl is a heartless bitch.
except me.
because i'm a skank ho, says all other girls, except a few.
don't deny, you've all called me a slut. <3
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but neither will we. :)

goodie bags and plastic jewelry.

>:|
okay.
well.
m.'s goodie bag was stolen.
and if anyone doesn't know what a goodie bag is, it's your uhm crush.
:)
so her goodie bag was snapped up by .another woman.!
shaaaaame goodie bag!
so the 'other woman' was yelled at by blitz, stacey, panda-grrl, and zo-zo.
well.
not yelled at.
panda-grrl: an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. if you're like this to people, they'll do the same to you.
stacey: you know, you're being really mean. if you keep doing this you won't have many friends left.
blitz: okay, so when did you decide you like him? was it like 'omg he asked me out! it must be luuuuv'...?
zo-zo: i know it's not very fun to have all your friends against you, and i pity you for that, but you're kinda... being a jerk.
:) we're cool. we weren't insulting too much, you think? only being truthful.
and of course the princess herself needs to get her mummy on the phone and tell us we were bullying and now dishonourable we were being. :) such pleasant people am i.
and now we're stuck in the principal's office.
:|
fun?
not sure.
i'll tell you all how it is tomorrow, if she wasn't just trying to scare us.
:) wish me luck, loves.
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

.

you usually don't meet anyone good, do you?
i say this because i came to the realization that clingy people totally
piss
me
off.
the ones that always need the reassurance that you're there, and who in their right mind wants to be with one of these people?
i don't want 'where r u?' texted to me every five minutes.
i'm enjoying my life, why don't you stop waiting by the phone and do the same!
:| i say this because i was chatting with some people last night, and i met someone who i was just chatting with,
and the whole time, they needed reassurance.
'am i attractive?'
sure. i'll answer your question once.
just don't go rambling
and whining
about it, because it pisses the hell out of me.
piss and hell! :| two small words, two big impacts,
both impacts hopefully telling you to shut the fuck up, you needy, needy person.
also, it's creepy and makes me feel stalked.
:| i hate people.
sometimes.
i mean sometimes i don't.
i'm no serious misanthrope.
just a bit.
:| and please don't tell me i act like this.
we all have our moments of insecurity.
believe me, i do, too.
:3
but!
just because everyone has the,
doesn't mean that
they have
them
all
the
time!
so shut up. i hate to be rude, but this is newspaper editor bitch blitz, out of her shell.
and she's pissed. :|
i know i'm lacking a lot of explanation,
but being constricted,
losing air,
bound to one person
meeting their needs, that are usually insignificant because reassuring you that your no-nos are of average size is not fun.
not that i've had to do this.
yet.

so if you're not independent enough to solve just a few of your problems
stay away from me.
i can be mean.
honestly.

note! i am not always mean. most of you know i've helped (most of) you guys at least once, through something, and that i don't just go 'eh, fck your problems,' but that's because most of you guys don't have the type of problems i'm bitching about. so i'm nice! most of the time! honestly!

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lolsoutherners

so i live in the south.
the south.
yeah.
i know you're thinking 'hick'.
because that's what everyone at our school, even if they're southern, think.
they're like 'lol lyk suthernerrrs are suck hicks lyk they eat rats on stix lolhi.'
i'm like 'where the fuck are you from?'
'uhm lyk texass? y u ask?'
'no reason. hypocritical .asshole.'
:|
i seriously hate people
and gym.
but what classic nerd doesn't.
coach h. is lovely, though. :)
which is okay.
short post, i know.

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p.s.: manwhore needs to update his blog plz.

:) :(

so we’ve all been working for a nice, drama-free hang out night, and we got one!!!
i know, I know, fanfare, claps, cheers, lovely.
but.
everyone. Freaking thinks. It. Was. Boring!
we finally have a night with no slapfights and sht, but of course we have to complain about the lack of drama in our drama free night.
of course there was a lack of drama!
it’s fcking drama free!!!!
for once!
you all say you don’t want people to cry and fight, but then you’re disappointed when we don’t!
can you ever, ever be satisfied?
or is it against teen-nature?
is it. is it. is it. it is.
no drama, no like?
if you want tears, make tears.
don’t say that you don’t want tears then complain for the lack of them.
that is all.
comments welcome. ☺
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and the first hang out night has ensued. drama = soon to come (?)

sooooo!
hang out night!
remember those, loves? yep.
okay.
well, for once, there weren't many of the following:
fights
tears
slapping
gossiping
and other nasty things. ):
but there was a little gossiping.
a little fights.
no tears so far as i know.
m. and panda-grrl kinda went crazy 'cos of some boy drama involving m.'s someone special.
and jealousy and treachery and free popcorn when you buy for tickets for this stunning spectacle!
!
!
!
not really.
but.
that was pretty much all the drama. mp3-boi got mad at mattia because she doesn't know who jim morrison is.
though he's pretty pissed at me 'cos i don't know who peter frampton is.
:) and mattia was popular. i suspected some flirtation with the narcissist there, but that's just me.
and poison.
and zo-zo.
:)
banana streak was there too!
i avoided stepping on people with my big hooker boots.
didn't work well.
sorry m.
sorry poison.
sorry everyone else.
oh, and a.c., a ghost from the past (5th grade) came.
he was kinda a jerk to me, but who wasn't?
or isn't.
yeah, i'm hated, but it feels so good. >3
not really.
i could care less.
there was a half assed dance contest, too; with manwhore and pyro-boy being the only 'competitors'.
it was pretty funny, though, no matter how half-assed it was.
...
uhm.
stacey and mp3-boi danced.
i danced, too. with manwhore, i shall add, because though i normally don't share my private life, i love you all, so yeah.
but the sixth graders are so cute when they're dancing.
they're not rubbing up all against each other's bits like we were.
<3
it's all innocent and cute.
the seventh graders, i didn't watch.
but cuuuuute. less than four.
i don't think we were like that.
i vaguely remember disliking every dance because i had no spine and didn't dance with anyone. :)
soooo were they like that?
maybe the upopular ones were.
i know how you feel, misfits!
hugs!
:0
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today i saw

today i saw a newspaper article about gossip and preventing it.
but
teen years
and gossip
and getting beaten up
and suffering in school...
that's what teen years are all about.
if you don't suffer,
you're gonna grow up
'sensitive' and weak and soft.
softie. -pokes-
and if we have a whole generation of softies,
and nobody's gonna speak their minds,
and nobody's gonna be assertive,
or even mean, and it's gonna suck butt.
):
then after all of these soft people with no bad experiences to harden them up,
they'll react even .more. baawwww-like than now.
and that'll suck.
because we'll run our of angsty smart people.
like me.
(not really)

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mischief making...<3

okaaaaay.
well, the narcissist is in some deep doo-doo, as he was--le gasp-- prank calling someone!!! :0
his name is... well, not important.
but.
this was the call....
the narcissist, looking out of library window, to the field where d00d is: 'heeey... i can seeeeee yooouuuuu...'
d00d: 'what? who are you?'
the narcissist: 'what are you wearing? don't lie, i can see you....!'
d00d: 'i know where you are!'
the narcissist: 'oh yeah?'
d00d: 'yeah! in the .library.!'
the narcissist, running down the stairs from the library: 'i'm not in the library!'
d00d: 'yes you are.'
'the narcissist: '.i'm. .not. .in. .the. .library.'
d00d: '.yes. you are.'
the narcissist, running out into the field where d00d is: 'no i'm not!!!!'

:)
and he called him again.
sort of.
'hello, this is--' (name here, but the narcissist talked over her, i believe)
'it's me .again.!!!'
'hello? hello? who is this?'
'...?' -hangs up- 'oh, sht.'

hope you can tell who said what.
but some seventh grader called me back.
because he called the chick on .my. phone, because the kid knew the narcissist's number.
(restricted though it was)
she called back and found out who it was. so yeah. doo-doo.
buuuuut~
for poison, zo-zo and i, the day didn't end until...
well, today.
but.
uhm.
we played scrabble and i was lucky enough to make the word 'assmunch'.
(don't ask.)
and we played twister and other kiddie things.
but oh god, twister.
you know how awkward that is, sticking your face in someone's ass?
'right foot green, left foot red, right hand green, left hand red!'
'blitz? blitz? why's your head there?'
'why's your azz there?'
needless to say, we both fell down.
and zo-zo fell off of the couch laughing.
we got in trouble in the morning, though...):
monsters apparently = illegal.
ohnoes! :( i'm saaaaad.
we made the mistake of leaving the cans out after we crashed upstairs.
mind you, apparently we had to go upstairs at seven in the morning.
i don't remember.
at all.
:/
i'm gonna run now, soooo...
have a good weekend except for anyone who doesn't deserve it because then they suck. :)
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banana streak returns for a day.

so banana streak's contract was all fcked up, so she couldn't come to our school.
buuuuuut today she visited since her dad coaches here.
it was shweet to see her here, though.
:)
not much to say, aside from the fact that i have a party tomorrow,
and a hang out next friday.
drama is gonna happen, folks.
accept it.
(doesn't mean i will. :()
so that's it, nothing much is up.
yet.
-d00m theme-
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p.s.: omg lyk i broke a nail so i think i'll call this chick a h0r. :<