Leaches

So, I have a bit to talk about today. I have three stories. And two things i'm going to rant about. I haven't a good rant in all of two post. So here it goes.

I am a baseball player. I play shortstop and center field and my coach thinks I can pitch which is an epic fail. (This next part can get a bit hairy so stick with me) So my cup sometimes traps my pubes up against my skin and it hurts really bad. So the other day I took a shaver and I cut them off. Just imagine like using scissors to cut down a forest. To say the least it was hard and I was pretty unsuccessful. So I go to school blah blah blah. I come home and I see my bathroom light on. Did I leave it on that morning? No I didn't. My dad was in there, shaving his face with my shaver. = Epic win. Karma's a bitch. I made sure to wait until he was done to tell him where it had been.

So there's this girl, who's my best friend. I have about 8 best friends so yeah. And everyone on the planet thinks that her and I should get married, but we aren't going to. So one day we were walking to class together and like we walk in the door to the class and I take a quick glance for any teachers. Our teacher wasn't there. So I proceed to make a gesture as though I am zipping up my pants while making a great zipper sound effect and following up by saying "Thanks Katie." (Inferring that she had just gone down on me.)

So we've been doing this GHSGT- Georgia high school graduation testing, and it's this test that allows us to graduate? Pretty self explanatory I suppose. So we finish and I begin to write a note to this girl, and she's really cool. So we finish writing and there's still like an hour left and I crumple the note up and start talking to her. She spots a small basketball hoop thing on a cabnent <--idk how to spell that. And she's like "I bet you can't make it" So me being the competitive person I am I take a minute to aim and I toss it. Nothing but...nothing. I miss horribly but then this guy behind her took a shot. He missed too. And then someone else took a shot, and then someone else and then everyone in the class was sitting there shooting. It was kind of awesome. And I made the most with three baskets. And our test proctor was freaking out because she as subbing for the actual proctor and it was in his room and we kept hitting pictures/ blinds/ a lot of breakable items. Win.

Let's rant! Is that spelled with an R? Or is there a W in front of it? Idk.

So. I've talked about being "That guy" before correct? I have, and if you don't remember then you should stalk me more and read my older post. So I don't want to be "That guy." I don't ever want to be "That guy." And I could be "That guy" but i'm not sure if i'm "That guy" and all I want is for you to tell me if i'm "That guy." Is that so much to ask? Really, just tell me if i'm "That guy" that thinks he's friends with you but you really aren't friends. We all know this person, the one who sits there and talks to you while small parts of you die inside until there leaves nothing left to kill. Yeah him. The one you tell your friends about how you wish he'd stop talking to you. So yeah, if i'm "That guy" let me know. Kay thanks.

Last thing we have is trust. I am not a trusting person. At all. I don't even trust most of my best friends. Is that a bad thing? I don't think so, I just don't do it. It's not that I hide stuff from them because honestly I don't hide much from anyone. If you ask my a question i'll probably answer it, i'll answer anything really, not a big deal. There's really no such thing as a "personal life" in my perspective so stop making it such a big deal. But when I do trust you and I ask something of you, and you say that it will/ probably will happen then I expect you to follow through. If you don't though i'm totally okay with that. Just tell me it isn't going to happen, or just say no to begin with. I don't want to be sitting at a bus station at three in the morning in the pouring rain because your dog has leukemia and you didn't text/ call me so I could make other arrangements. But no, instead i'm sitting at the bus station in the rain, without a poncho if I may add, waiting on you to show up but you never do but I think you're on your way so I don't try to get anyone else to come get me, and I don't want to call you because you shouldn't have to be reminded because you're someone who I decided has earned my trust to a point of where you should remember, and I doubt you ever forgot, I doubt you were even going to come in the first place, you just said you would so i'd be content, and there you go, blowing me off, making me "That guy", the guy whom I REALLY REALLY don't want to be, thanks for giving me phenomena. And the worst part is I have fucking leaches who bit holes in my skin and they're slowly sucking the blood/ life from me and I feel like there's nothing I can do.

I enjoy how I can be in a pissy mood and still make great jokes.

The End.

So.

There's ads now on my blog. Feel free to click them. Because that means that I get paid monies. Which makes me smiley. So yeah, have fun. Just don't go overkill on it.

Sorry about yesterday's post. It showed a weaker more fragile side of me.

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I'm scared.

We'll get to the title in a minute.

Weird stuff is happening. We all remember the whole thing about the asking to prom yes? Yes. Good. Well someone sent my best friend a balloon on St. Patrick's Day. Nothing weird right? WRONG. It was from me. But not me. Like someone sent it from me, but it wasn't from me. Wtf right? I think it's cool how someone continues to pull jokes on me. I wish you'd tell me though, and I could prank you back. Then we could have good laughs about it. If you'd rather stay anonymous though I totally understand. Nbd- No big deal.

So, about me. I am an emotional person. I allow my emotions to control my life and also most of the decisions I make. If i'm in a good mood nothing else even matters. You can come and bitch me out I could almost care less. If i'm in a bad mood i'll bitch you out and the next day i'll expect you to think nothing of it. If i'm in one of those needy/sappy moods i'll tell you i'm sorry and follow up with a long list <-- i'm good at listing. About why I need you in my life. Blah. I also do things I wouldn't normally do. This blog is one of the things I wouldn't do. I'm not usually one to just give you my feelings, they're mine, you have to earn them and right now I (the non emotional me) doesn't want to share them but I (the emotional me, that consumes me right now) thinks that it's a good idea.

Mood #3- I'm scared. There's this girl, and I like her. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. Like so much, a lot. Take a lot and multiply it by a lot, then raise it to the power of a lot, and after all that you still aren't even close. And i'm afraid someone's going to ask her to prom. No one in particular but still. I don't think she wants to go with me now (there's problems kind of) but I don't want her to go with anyone else. But I doubt that she won't go when she gets asked. It being prom and all. I'm freaked out, and I know that I should be doing something else other than sitting here blogging but I don't know what to do. I'm confused, and scared, and scared, and scared. I'm shaking right now. I want to punch a wall. I've felt like that a lot lately. I can't do it at school because it'd hurt because of the concrete walls and I can't at home because i'd break a wall. She just makes me so mad and I get jealous as easy as hell. -Sigh- But I still care about her so much that it doesn't even matter how mad I get at her. Fuck.

I feel defeated after writing that. Like there's nothing I can do. Help please. I'm so lost.

The End.

So. This week/weekend= awesome.

It all started on Friday with an asking to prom. After 5th period I approach my locker and I put in the numbers 49-32-11 and I pop my locker open. To my surprise my books have been moved around. No i'm not ocd and can tell when one little hair has been placed but this was noticeable. My text books were stacked up on the sides of my locker with a binder laying across the gap to make a nice little shelf of sorts. On top of this shelf there was a note. It read "Prom? -Dawn Abella" In a big orange font. Dawn Abella? Who is she? I don't know her. So I continue through out the rest of my day confused as anything. I finally figure out that she's a asian, black, dark skinned, cannibal from Russia. Needless to say not all of this was true (I'm still not sure about the cannibal part.) So I do what we do in our modern times and I "facebook" her. I send her a message asking her if it was meant for me etc. etc. She said that she didn't do it. o.O <-- that's my face after reading the message. So, here's the deal. Some random person knows my locker combination and is asking me to prom using a code name. I really want to know who it is. I think it was a great prank. Well played you sneaky devil, well played.

Next order of business. I was over at a friends house last night. Roughly 12:30 I believe. And my friend fell asleep. It's only right to draw obscene drawings and such on ones face correct? Well I didn't know where the markers were. So instead I shot him with about fifteen nerf darts. He woke up when I shot him in the face. "IN THE FACE!" -The Hangover. Oh and this morning I went to leave his house and I left my cell phone at his house. So I went back and ran into his house, ran to where my phone was, and picked it up and ran back out without saying a word. They were in the room with my phone. It was slightly awkward but I felt like a huge ninja.

I was also talking to my best friend last night. She's black. Yeah. Woot. Way to point out people's races. And she told me that i'm really all or nothing. Allow me to explain. I'm going to be Will, i'm not going to be the Will you want me to be or the Will I expect you want me to be. When I first meet someone i'm not going to act any differently just because I want you to like me. Because in the end you'll end up seeing the "real me" and if you don't like it then you're dumb, and I wasted my time trying to be someone who i'm not. I feel like many people say that about themselves and I guess it's true. But I'm different, and I'm special because I'm different and I'm special. You don't know other people like me. I'm so outspoken, and irrational, and lots of other really seemingly bad traits that actually make me very unique and fun to be around when i'm not yelling at you. (Which should occur if I actually care about you.)

That's all, continue your lives that are hopefully less boring and pointless to me other than the fact that I help keep plants alive by converting Oxygen to Carbon Dioxide. Gotta save the trees right? Yay.

The End.

You don't belong there.

Holy balls. I had like 70 views in like two days. Thank all of you who kept pressing f5 over and over and over and over and over about 65 times.

So today was a pretty great day. I had a great conversation about real, and stuff, and crazy stuff that makes no sense.

Also I was outside walking in the rain. It is one of my hopes that some day I will be able to kiss a girl in the rain, one of those awesome epic kisses like the one in the movies. Like The Notebook. I almost feel bad about talking about that movie like i've seen it because i've never seen it. Oh well. Back to my story! I was carrying two umbrellas. One of course was for myself, the other one I had left at school so it needed to be taken home. This girl stole my umbrella then proceeded to beat me with it, dropped it in a puddle than ran off. I am proud to call this girl my best friend.

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The End.

I love being obsessed with you (So i've been told)

Weird title eh? Yeah it happens. I did point it out so you would notice it. I'm not sure why I wanted you to notice it but I did want you to see it. I feel like I should explain why I wrote it but I don't think I will. Maybe that'll be for another day.





Sorry it's taken so long for me to blog. I know half of you have my blog set as your homepage and you sit there refreshing it waiting for my next post. I guess i've been busy? 5 baseball practices since last Thursday, one tomorrow, gag. I enjoy baseball and all but it gets old. I have had free time to post but I've been really thinking about what I wanted to say. And the thing is that most of the things I wanted to say I've decided that I shouldn't or that I might/would regret on a later date and time. Or maybe just a later time depending on how fast things progressed. I guess I may end up telling you.





I think it's cool how I can personalize this. When I say "You" you think "Me" and not "Whoever is reading" so I can use "you" and actually be talking about any and everyone who reads this. How great. I want You(the reader) to feel special, like I'm writing this just for You.









I hope that picture is big enough/clear enough to read. If not then I fail. Not a double negative double fail, but just a straight up normal fail. Don't fail at me please.



The End.

Webassign = fail

So this weekend I as well as one of my webassign friends were working on webassign. Suprising right? A webassign working on a webassign with me. So there was a multiple choice question with one submission left and the answer was debatable between two answers. So she let me log onto her account and we we're both logged on at the same time and we both selected the answer that we believed was correct. She counted down from three and we both clicked submit. Anticipation was building. What was going to happen? Would webassign explode? Sadly it didn't but she did get the answer correct. We did this again on her webassign to get another one correct. When we tried to do it on mine it failed to work. I was very upset.

This space bar is so fail right now. It only works like once every five times I click it. I'm really getting annoyed.

The End.