Oh how I love stupid people. Not really.
I had the weirdest comments made to me today… it made me laugh. Sorta.

1. “You’re such a wannabe Goth.“ Me = Goth doesn’t work out. Sorry, kids, but labels = naughty naughty. Bad boy(s) for attempting to label me. I’m not even close to this thing you call “Goth".

2. “You’re such a lesbian.“ It’s either you’re lesbian, or you’re not. Hello, homosexuals are people too. It’s rude to refer to people as if they were objects. You also spoke that comment as if there was something wrong about loving someone of your same gender. If it’s love, it’s love. Deal with it. I’m straight, slightly leaning, and not narrow, thank you very much.

There was one more except I can’t remember it off the top of my head right now. Gaaaah. But *shrugs* whatever.

Played Fremont today for VB. Kicked ass, yeah? 2-0. 1st game : 25-10 and 2nd game : 25-9. Whootwhoot, but they’re not that good anyways.

Damn that freak who thought school should be mandatory for all people under the age of 18. School is a horrible curse that has been unleashed.

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The library, by far, is one of the greatest places on earth. It’s quiet, air-conditioned and has actually a lot of good CDs. Perhaps, not always in the best condition or the latest, but those you can always borrow from friends. Some of the old stuff is good. I love the library. Then the books. Maybe not as good as CDs, but it keeps you entertained. Books are good.

Gahh. I found a plugger script, except it doesn’t work very well. Please, please, please, does anyone know of any others?

Dinner calls. Will finish post later.

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Quit asking me why I’m always alone during whenever I’m not required to be in class. I choose to isolate myself. I don’t wish to be in the most crowded areas of school listening to you babble about your crap. “Oh no! I can’t go to the party! My mom caught me smoking yesterday!” or “Did you hear about so-and-so? They’re going out with Marjorie!” I don’t really give a fuck, about who is going out with who, or who’s got the hottest party. I’ve better things to do with my precious time. I don’t want to listen to your overcaffienated popstars blaring through the crap speakers in the damn rally court. I don’t give a fuck.
And you know what else? Don’t you dare just blame it on me. I’ve been there talking to several friends. You isolate me. So what if I don’t share your same views on God and higher powers? Why the hell do you feel the need to lecture me on not being a good Christian? I don’t choose to believe, I’m just forced to go to church every weekend. Why the hell do you try to force your fake-ass music on me? I don’t do the same to you. You’re the ones who want to listen to what’s in my headphones.

Goddamnit. And I must bid you farewell because I will probably be disconnected from my internet in .0001 seconds.

Mind you, this rant is far from over.

By the way, does anyone know a script to plug everyone who comments on your entry for Wordpress? I know there’s one for b2… but yeah.

I’ll comment on everyone later. I promise.

This post didn’t really make sense, did it…?

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There are many things that I dislike, but being expected of is one of my most passionately hated. I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate having things expected of me, because you know what? Sometimes I don’t live up to that. I’m not perfect. I don’t want to be perfect. I hate letting people down just because they think I’m one way or the other. I hate being told what I’m supposed to do because I am this, or that. Humans are alive. We think, we breathe, we interact. The chains and bonds of stereotypes are pure idiocy to conform people to, and that is what makes me extremely angry.
Girls are supposed to be one way. They’re not allowed to burp, fart, discuss bodily functions, wear guys’ clothing, pick their noses. Whatever, okay? I refuse to conform just to be like everyone else.

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I was reading the school newspaper the other day because I’m an idiot like that and I came across the message “…no articles of clothing with messages of Satanic worship…” Wouldn’t that basically be a violation of the Constitution? Everyone can have whatever religion that they want including Satanism. You see Christian people wearing their little bible verse shirts and sweatshirts, their “unconditional love” shirts, and whatever. You see Jewish people, and Muslims wearing their things. What is wrong with messages of Satanic worship?

I also had a strange conversation with my mom last night before things got ugly and I left the house for a few hours. She believes there is something wrong with being homosexual. I asked her because we were on the topic of John Kerry and George Bush. What if I was bisexual? What would she do then? “Wait until you’re 21.” What the hell? I could be bisexual right now for all she knows… “God does not allow homosexuality.” Yeah, well I’m sure God wants everyone to be happy too. I’m sure God wants people to love each other too.

More later. I need to shower. Badly.

Okay. I’m back.

I went to Tournament of the Bands. Damn, I want to be in marching band now. Why the fuck did I ever quit, anyways?
Mr. Fey came over and talked to me. He said, “Why aren’t you in marching band, little one?” Because I’m retarded that’s why.

I saw Aaron again. It’s been a bit since I’ve seen him. I think it’s like 2 months now since we broke up? Very awkward. He forgot my damn CDs again. I swear to God, I’m going to kill that boy when I see him at our Monta Vista vs. Lynbrook volleyball game again. Either that, or I’ll set his pig loose on him later when we get it. I swear I’ll do it if I don’t get my CDs back. It’s been like 3 months since he’s borrowed them now. Grr.

It’s kinda funny. People don’t really notice you sitting at a bus stop at 11 at night. The police don’t stop to ask you what the hell you’re doing. The only people who actually noticed me were the drunks, who started honking. It’s rather quiet at night on the street. Cold, but relaxing as well. Who’da thought it?

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Yeah! So I finally decided on a blogging program. I betcha can’t guess what it is! *sticks out tongue*

Anyways… we played a volleyball game today. We kicked ass. I guess I’m a starter then? *shrugs* I don’t really pay attention to these things.

What is up with parents and grades? Yeah, I know they’re important and everything, but it’s just an ugly letter on a wasted sheet of paper. There is no real meaning. It might reflect your academic abilities, but only to a certain point. Some people don’t do well when it comes to tests and that other whatnot. Does that mean they are stupid? No, of course not. It’s not like they are not learning. They just don’t function with tests and that stuff. Tests and quizzes are basically just testing your memorization skills. Maybe some people don’t memorize things as well. Does that mean they are stupid? No.
Grades are not your life. They’re just ugly marks on a wasted sheet of paper.

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