Grrrrrr....
04/22/2003 03:30 a.m.
ok ok, so to me it's not really a waste of time to write on this site. If anything I'm saner than I was (Thanks to Barbara, my mentor, lol). Lol, a certain fellow I know wrote about "girls chasing" him in his journal, lol. All I can say is I don't think I'M the only one chasing here, am i? lol, you make me smile.

On another note, I'm kinda scared because twice now certain people have walked in and seen this site on my screen, and thanks to the big Pathetic.Org sign at the top, he probably knows about this site. Not that it matters entirely anyways, because he doesn't take an intrest (poetry's not his thing).
Oh and that same person pissed me off today. I have these faded blue baggy jeans that are SOOOO deliciously comfortable. Last summer me and my best pals Barbara and Jen (Jen visiting from Calgary for a month), took felt pens and wrote a bunch of quotes and sayings and stuff on our pants. Stuff that really means alot to us as well as just personal quirks. To top it off we patched random holes with red and black fabric, so these jeans are no doubt my coolest ones (to me). Well this person (who will remain nameless) comes over to my house today, and he's like "Those are sure some COOL jeans, hahahaha" all sarcastically. And I'm like "yeah, I happen to like them, is there a problem here?" and he said "Oh no, not at all. Hey, how about you and me, go out to the mall sometime, and I can buy you a new pair of jeans ..." and I was like "No. I can buy my own jean thanks. I really don't care if my jeans aren't A-crowd enough for your tastes. I like them, they're on my ass, not yours." and he was still laughing like "Whats A-crowd mean? hahahaha."

It was one of those "oh fuck you" kinda moments. God I hate that. Sometimes he's just so pretentious and rude and the worst thing is he doesn't realize it and wouldn't really care anyways... Such a pity to think that at this maturity level, he's a year ahead of people my age. I think I'll be sick...
I am currently Bothered
I am listening to my mother, like a good girl