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.

Problems, Yada Yada Yada

Considering I already feel horrible and that boating usually makes me feel icky, today is going to be a good day for boating. The cause of my icky-ness is directly related to the fact that my so called 'friends', might just be that, so called. Since they are obviously chomping at the bit for a reason to be mad at me maybe they aren't my friends. Dropping all communications and just assuming what I'm saying, kinda sends up a red flag notification of unfriending. The friendship train must only go one way in this town. I was under the impression that we were pretty tight but i guess not, she would rather trust the friend who put her down all year than the one who tried to make things better.  Forgetting material things like kindness must go away when you're looking for a reason to fight. Not gonna lie, I can be a total bitch when I get to arguing but that was when I had no idea who the f*** I was talking too.

Resolution: I'm done with other peoples problems. They always think your world must revolve around them after you try to help them.

Difficulties of Exporting

So, recently my blog has been pretty popular so I was thinking of exporting it to tumblr to spread the joy. It just so happens that its exceedingly tedious to import my blog onto tumblr, almost impossible. The format of tumblr has much more restrictions than blogger does and you are limited in your layout and graphic creativity. Not I forget to mention, tumblr for some unknown reason cannot remember my email address. Anyway, tumblr sucks. Boo. very disappointed.

The Situation of Being a Good Friend

Shocking Revelation: Honesty might just be the best policy.
The Story:  A few months ago (like in May) I was crushing hard on one of my better guy friends(I had previously had a relationship with him a couple of years ago), but the fear of rejection stood in my way of revealing my feelings. Feeling out of his league, I sat my self down on the bench of cowardice where I was able to admire from a distance. I made the mistake of biding my time until someone else came along with a bigger pair of balls than I. That person just so happened to be one of my best friends (no one from my school). Being the amazing friend that I am, I took a step aside and told her I was cool with it. Truth was, I was anything but cool with it. And satirically enough I was the person she came to for advice on the flirtationship that arose from the two. Call me Oprah. While I am texting my mom and the occasional loser that tries to hangout with me -(in this sentence I am talking about the guys I talk to, not my friend)-, she is talking to that guy. That guy who is sweet, that guy who is caring, that guy who I f-ing liked first.
I guess my predicament is no ones fault except my own, if I had not been such a p*ssy maybe things would've worked out differently. Being a slave to my own internal devices was a mega problem. I need to bust free of the hold my fear of rejection places on me and actually take a chance with life.

PS_This has nothing to do with any of my 'friends' at my school, and by the way If you would assume I was hating on you before asking me about it than you obviously weren't much of a friend in the first place. And thanks for the unnecessary drama, you made me lose two friends but gain about two hundred page views,

I-pod blues :/

What I need, an I-pod. My old four gig just filled up finally after 6 years of use and switching up my music library, time to upgrade. I think it would be really cool if I had the watch thing and wore it around all day as a watch. Ya, know?


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