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.