genitalia. no, it's not that i'm being a pervert. :/

i aced all my exams. :3
buuut i have some things to say:
okay. first topic.
why is it that whenever i talk to a guy that's not my good friend, their eyes always go to my goddamn chest?
i know i could probably get some favours from said guys, but cheezits is it annoying.
i mean, even from the goddamn other side of the room, i've got the immature freakin' ten year olds pointing at me and talking to their friends.
i mean, this only happens at a formal event or at a pool, or if i wear the only form-fitting shirt that i own.
but it's often enough that i'm irked.
even in our school! some skeevy upper schooler shouts from across the room,
'heeey, i'll help you get that shirt off!'
or something to that tune.

damn him.
but still, it's horribly annoying that i can't make friends with my personality, only 'the girls'.
only people that i actually talk to on a regular basis talk to me, even spare a second glance, when i'm in a sweatshirt or turtleneck.
if you are one of those guys, i commend you. :)

but.
on another topic...
why do boys always draw penises on desks?
it's always penises. they always talk about how much they luuuuuv girls...
so why not draw a goddamn vagina?
oh, right. because you're a teenager, and the only genitalia you've seen is your own.
masturbation-loving freaks. :|
i'm sorry, but if you want to be perverted, be original.
i want to see a vagina on a desk, no matter how bad an artist you are.
show some originality in your 'artwork'!

blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
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p.s.: i do not want to see genitalia on a desk at all. just encouraging some originality, folks.

eye.

i know, i look tired.
it's the gaddamn glasses.
they leave marks.


it's blurry. i'll add another pic once i find my camera.

names and neighbs. (neighborhoods, i think. i'm not familiar with these new-fangled hip slogans...)

the names on this blog are .not. very liked by the people, really.
here's some examples:

zo-zo: it's not just a shorter version of her name. it's something she detests, obviously; mr. n/heeley aways calls her 'zo', and she hates it when people do.
the narcissist: hel-lo. yeah, he's a .bit. conceited. not sure if it's a show or not, really. but narcissist is a bit of a negative word; why did i use a negative word? most people tend to use negative words to describe the poor kid. representationnnn. <3
p.d.a.: none. at all. public displays of affection, that is. he won't even hug someone. so there you go. oh, and some of his initials were put into that.

and another thing; apparently i live in the ghetto.
i think it's rather quaint. is it really a ghetto?
the houses are rather small. i live near a college; we will call it the university. because i said.
panda-grrl (not saying this because i think it was mean, just curious) said that they were going to 'tear down all of those ghetto houses near the university.'

i don't know. i'll take some pictures, but aside from the graffiti that says 'fuck you' and 'slymer' and the stop signs that read 'stop bush' and 'stop war', the houses are nice.
i'd live in them. not that i'm being sarcastic. i'm seriously not.
look forward to pics.

also, we had exams today... three of them; algebra, latin i, and english.
it's the end of the first grading period. they were all hella easy, in my humble opinion. i'm paranoid, though; i want high honours so bad.
i've usually get one b. grade that ruins my grades, which is so not fun.
i really want to get all a.s. certainly no c.s! cheezits, i'd freak out
then again.
i freak out if i get below a ninety, because that's kinda low, in my opinion.
i know that grades don't make you smart, but some people call me a perfectionist.
i admit i am. :/ readily. and i just want an impressive set of grades.
that's it for now. as a narcissist-like little bitch, i'll tell you if i fail or not.
:) --blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

Figures,
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i was grounded but enough of that.

read the title, that's all to say. ;)
aside from me being naughty and losing the computer, there has been much nastynasty joking at our school...
so there was an assembly about it.
pretty dry, if you ask blitz. she's not too fond of the love each other lectures.
sorry, honeys, but if you grow up sheltered, you'll be soft and mushy, and nobody likes that.
or at least i don't.
then we had to fill out an absolutely nauseating survey. oh, cheezits crisps it was terrible.
'when do you feel 'uncomfortable' at school?'
when the narcissist asks me about my period.

'when do you feel 'intimidated' at school?'
i don't.

'what does the word 'gay' mean to you?'
slang for homosexual. proper english for happy. but everyone who uses gay as an insult is going to say this so whatever.

that last one was on there because of my wonderful expose on the word 'gay' and its uses, in the school newspaper. or at least partly, i'd like to think. :) but. still stupid.
we grow up with germ-x and clorox and no germs, our immune systems are weak.
we get sick, we die early.
without any childhood 'bullying or harassment' of some sort, in mr. george's class, one would be like
'ooohmahgawd. he yelled. at. me. wtf? people don't do that. he is an unwanted human! omg! so am i! omg! noesss!'

yeah. so get bullied, peeps.
well.
not on purpose.
just do something interesting, don't live a 'sensitive' and cookie cutter life, and don't use the word tolerance oh damn i knew i forgot something!

our principal said to be 'tolerant' of people.
damn all of you.
seriously.
tolerate is a word that means to deal with someone, not necessarily respecting their difference, but knowing that they're there, just kind of ignoring the fact that they're there.
use respect, please.
i'd rather have someone respect my oddities than 'tolerate them'. :|
i will not be swayed, moutherfucker. :|

blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

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Know

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just a tiny update.
i'm sitting in my room, which is better than pitching a fit because i got kicked out of my parents' room.
we were watching the daily show.
but my parents are a bit strict.
when my dad's in a bad mood.
which he can be.
and when he is, he gets pissed off. like, more than normal people that get mad.
he kinda then goes in my room, picks up any clothes, books, whatever on my floor, and throw them out. :)
so i got kicked out and i'm in here which is better than pitching a fit.

also, i'm thinking of getting a dollfie.
blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

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soccer and teeth

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pent-up feminist rant.

so here's a girl's issue. (boys can read. just intended for girls. you'll know how i feel.)
bras and shaving. :)
still wanna read? jump in.
bras first. annoying, much?
put them on every morning, blah, blah.
but.
you have to deal with everyone either a., telling you to wear a bra,
or b., telling you to pull your shirt up because they're (obviously jealous) 'concerned about your wellbeing'.
yeah, right.
if you were concerned about my well being, you'd burn every uncomfortable bra in v.'s secret.
every one.
:|
and plus. bras are obviously .such. a man's invention.
who else would want a woman to push her breasts up so they're just waving to the world!
uhm.
someone that likes to look at said breasts.

now.
shaving.
shaving is even worse, gaaaad.
terrible.
what sane person wants to put a freakishly sharp razor to their leg, armpit, or whatever you shave, and slide it up your leg?
eeeck.
just describing it makes me shudder.
i mean. i shave.
only because it's uncomfortable to wear skinny-pants when you don't.
but.
even if you want to be 'smooth, soft, touchable' like all the commercials say, whyyyyyy bother with the cuts and the blah?
i mean, you could use 'nair'.
ewh.
it smells like liquid nyquil mixed with a really nasty chuck of cat feces.
-shudder-
anyway. short rant. i'll edit it tomorrow, i have to go.

blitzoftheF.U.N.K.

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ty.

his name is no longer ty-ty, he is no longer of the F.U.N.K.
obsessively calling your ex (poor poison) is one thing.
and a terrible thing at that.
but watching her go past your house, harassing her on facebook, that's just sad.
no true member of the F.U.N.K. would do that.
we may disembowel and eat babies, but being mean to friends is not something a true one would do.
although.
eating babies is not very high on my priority list.
i think.
.anyway.
he calls with his lame friends, bothers us while we do our homework, and eventually poison has to turn off the phone.
needless to say, we are pissed.
yes, ty. you've proved your 'worth' to your friends by pestering one of your 'many' (few) ex girlfriends and just making her angry before you apologize to some other people.
ugh.
short announcement, i know. but sad. it shall be kept brief.

on the bright side, banana streak is on her second boyfriend.
(i need to switch schools. i want some loving. :0 )
apparently he smells like axe. or ax. however you spell it.
i'm jealous. -turns green-
--blitzofthe F.U.N.K.

Figures,
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