F*ck Double Standards and the Horse They Rode In On

The one thing that I can put on top of my big fat hate list is double standards. Right next to that twat Daisy Campbell.
I don't understand how people can make a judgement about someone that they don't hold to themselves or other people. In a way my hatred for double standards kinda turned me into a tad bit of a slut my freshman year. My dim-witted philosophy was, "Hey, if I'm gonna makeout with him, then I can't not makeout with this guy." I quickly re-routed my ideals because that road was the fast track to herpes and that's not the car ride I was in for. Now I just hate double standards as a judgmental thing rather than a physical law.
And the double standard of the freshman. Everyone's supposed to hate freshman because they are soooo "immature". I call bullshit. We were all f*cking freshman at one time and who gives a flying f*ck if freshman like to goof off. Let them have the last year of their childhood without flicking them shit all of the time. Maybe maturity is the root of all evil. I would much rather see a freshman giggling and throwing spitballs down the hall instead of giving people sexual favors in the bathrooms and smoking cigarettes in the parking lot like the "mature" freshman are doing. Being pressured by the double standards of "what is cool" and "what is mature" create the little f*cktards that roam our small towns streets.

Bitch-Time

Wow, Aysha even has a hat like that! ;) Talk about CRUSH! 

Now I will proceed to get in to the story about why I hate the previously mentioned twat. Well, like two weeks ago one of my friends jackets came up missing. It wasn't a big deal, seeing as it was a gift from her ex-boyfriend and was over two years old. But it was still an inconvenience given that it was one of her favorite jackets.
I was cruising through instagram and I about shit my pants. Little miss, pot-head, shit for brains, Daisy Campbell posted a picture of herself in my friends jacket!! And then got into an argument with me and my friend claiming it was new and that her parents got it for her!!! Well then her parents must shop at the f*cking goodwill then cuzzz damn that sweatshirt is over TWO years old. And did I forget to mention that the her best friend was the suspect in stealing it.
And she runs her god damn mouth like there's no tomorrow. Well maybe it's because she's so used to her big ass horse teeth keeping her trap open all the time.  Ya know, this tiff wouldn't have escalated to such a deep seeded hatred if she had just owned up to her thieving ways. Everyone who reads this and knows both Aysha and Daisy, head on over to Daisy's Instagram @daisyjanecampbell and check out her pics for your self. I bet you will recognize the jacket as AYSHA'S. Damn, Daisy, you should have had enough sense to tell your henchmen to pick out something of hers that she didn't almost wear everyday. OBVI, somebody needs to become a better thief if you want to support your children. Oh, wait! Silly me! that's what you have welfare for!

HO-F*cking-HO

Ya know, I haven't updated my blog recently because my life has been relatively boring and the only drama I've had to deal with is within my family (which is incredibly annoying and exasperating to talk about if you know my ridiculous parents). Now that the school year has progressed that has begun to change.
My life is like an episode of Awkward. except my Matty McKibben doesn't exactly falls head over heels in love with me. He does the whole secret flirtationship thing pretty well but that ended after a brief stint with in the closet and me going mediocre-publicity about the whole ordeal. And now he is acting as if I don't exist. Awesome. Great. Fan-f*uckin-tastic.
In real life there is no such thing as a real Matty. All we have is the Douche-Bag McKibbens. The guys that get all celebutarded due to the fact that they are hot and on Varsity every-f*ckin'-thing. Well get this pal, you might think you're hot shit now but wait until you're out of high school and trying to actually get a job. "Swag doesn't pay the bills." But selling crack probably does.

End of my post-apocalypto rant. Now on to bigger and brighter things, such as my hilarious facebook comment from the other day.
This girl that's kind of a notorious figure at my high school, posted a status that said: You put the F in fake.
So as the witty person that I am, I was the first to comment with: You put the AKE.
I thought it was pretty funny but apparently she did not. She immediately deleted the comment without even giving me a b*tchy reply. I was kinda let down. I can't even cause drama if I wanted too.
I really hope my main b*tch Karsten reads this, she's pretty much just as funny as I am.

Pennies for thoughts

No body likes nasty skitches, especially of the 'incredibly b*tchy' variety. These of which, Oakland is teeming with. Vile and disgusting, they continue to walk our halls and spread words of cruelty to the rest of the high school population. Case in point, news had spread through the school that someone was using their instagram app for evil. This skitch took a picture of a group of girls having fun and enjoying the warm weather (all in some form of shorts) and spun the picture with some form of derogatory terms, cooch hanging out or the like. Where does this bi*tch get off? I'll tell you where, HOE-valley. Ironic that she would be the one to say this about these girls ,when she her self is unable to keep her legs closed and her a** cheeks from falling out of her barely there mini-skirts. ;) If you're gonna be a hater, just hate yourself like we all do.

PS-  All info of this blog could be purely fictional, only my closest friends and frenemies will ever know ;) sooooo keep the PO-PO out of my bizzznach ya'all!
With Muches loves and a touch a' hate to all those fakers out there,

THE D$B

420!

Four-twenty isn't just a day where everyone lights up a doobie, it's the one year anniversary of my first (and only so far) suspension.
Exactly a year ago today I was sitting in art class around this time of morning, just minding my own bees wax, when the subject of OAKS testing came around.  I was one of the only people to have exceeded the math OAKS first try so I never had to take them again. We were talking about test scores and painting some pottery when the sh*t hit the fan.  The other freshman girls and I were in a friendly argument about the testing, when this psycho junior bi**h (let's call her Bertha) got in on the argument and turned everything sour.  I mean this chick had been bullying me for a while now and she sat there on her chair like it was a thrown in the back of the room with that ugly excuse of a frown on her face (I'm a happy person, I like happy people). Bertha said that I was wrong (which I wasn't, I asked the teachers later) and proceeded to turn to her friend and call me stupid. My face was a flame with anger, almost to the breaking point of tears. How could I let this wretched girl ruin my freshman year and still have to put up with her BS next year?  I was so mad I forced my self to walk across the room and confront her and her evil ways. My exact words were "Will you just please stop?". She looked up on me with a smirk and said "No, I'll never stop. You can't tell me what to do."
With that I moved a step or two closer, to her side of the table.  Frustration and defiance rose up inside of me in a swift wave, and that is when I punched her in the face.  I don't remember much after that except her flailing her arms around my head and crawling away as I chased her down still striking.  Bertha's little friend and one of my friends grabbed me and made me calm down.  With a small stream of blood running down her cheek Bertha was sent to the office. I followed shortly after.
For a few weeks after it was the talk of the school. Of corse I got my fair share of threats from Bertha but none of them were true. I think standing up for my self really scared her and now she knows we aren't all afraid of her.  I have no beef with her, it's been cooked.