Moving on!
I'll eventually move my stuff over to this blog. The only difference between this blog and last is the email. So dumb, right? Yeah, yeah it is.
AND ANOTHER THING: Google, stop sticking your goddamn dick into every box (site) you can. I’m really sick of not being able to stick to my regular account on Youtube while being in another for Blogger. I’m tired of it. Please, just change how that works. Please? I’m really sick of it. I’m a multitasker by blood, a bad one at that, but still a multi.
Also, I’d like to just randomly go off on something unblog related. Of course, snubbing snobs by geeky geek is pretty chic, and I am just that diabolical. So, on with the story.
My friends and I were at Marshall’s about a week ago, and we were standing in the long ass line, waiting for our turn. A few people up were these stylin’ girls, like they were today styles and they actually looked concerned with looking their best. My friend, a huuuuuuge Sonic fan, had been looking for Chaos emeralds in the store earlier and had come up empty handed. But my boyfriend had pointed out an interesting ice cube tray, that could make jewels. And she was squeeing with delight over the fact if we added food coloring, they could become the emeralds. One of the stylish girls made a face and was complaining about us. I openly glared at her when she looked back. She seemed caught off guard by that. And when she was a few registers away while we were checking out, I hugged my friend and sent another sharp glare.
I really enjoy being the cantankerous whore to all the “normal people” (the people who overly tan, feel like they have to doll themselves up constantly and act like dimwads to be noticed) that gets stuck under their nails. I used to hate conflict, but I realized just how good I am at being a bitch. I was so ready to get into a catfight, and by “catfight” I mean I was ready to mop the floor with this girl the moment she gave me attitude directly. But we didn’t and I so wanted to. Hell, I’ve been priming myself for a fight for my whole life. I even made a life promise to myself that before I die, I have to clock someone. You see, this is why I’m crazy: I made said promise and yet I don’t like war. What’s wrong with me, right?
And by the way, I’m not saying that all normal people are like that, in fact, there are no normal people to really speak of: just people. There are people who can be really cool and the people who look down on others just because they aren’t afraid to act like jackasses. Snobs are not cool in my book. I hate when people look down on other people because they can. I’m level with everyone. Yes, even the murders and pedophiles out there. They are my equals. I just want to kill them for what they do.
Remember, this geek may be diabolical, but she's also psychotic and sympathetic, which is furthermore hypocritical. But when you're crazy, you don't ever know that. Haaa.
I'll have the next blog subject next one, mmkay? Cuz I'm too tired to rant and too rant for tired.
Hmmm. I'm awkward. Later, my cats!
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