Darn it, vacation is getting to me! But I don't want to go back to school.... No, I don't. I'm scared! I'm scared to go to school. Wow, I sound like a little kid. Oh well.
It's the truth.
I DON'T want to have to hang out with those awful preps anymore! They just make me feel ill. It's like they're trying to repulse people with their noxious odiousosity. (Or idiocy. Whichever you prefer.) I honestly think they're out to take over the whole school. Which would be like a zombie attack, if you ask me, because not only are they scary, cannibalistic, acrimonious clones of each other, they are out to take over the world and kill people. Messily. (Because social death is never a pretty thing.) Although, I think even a zombie attack would be preferable to this. With that, at least, we could hug each other, cry in corners, run away screaming, cancel school indefinitely, and eventually build a giant zombie-banishing missal that would blast off to outer space and take the vile flesh-eaters with it. It seems like a good plan to me! Unfortunately, the zombies in this situation are dressed in Abercrombie and Fitch and play soccer. If we blasted them out into outer space, not only would it be a violation of the sanctity of human rights, but several athletic coaches be out of a job, and many malls would lose their Hollister outlets due to lack of business. Which would be bad for the economy. So it is my noble and patriotic duty to let the evil preps reign supreme and occasionally let me overhear a sop of gossip about the emo sluts who deem it necessary to hang around the school and try to get an education ohmiGOSH isn't that awful and WEIRD!? And did you see her outfit? S-luttttyyy! She must think she's like the queen of all the sluts in the world or something! Oh my gosh, totally. And when I was at soccer practice yesterday, I saw the hottest guy and he was soooooo hot and ohmigosh he was like so tall and OHMIGOSH he said hi to me! Isn't that like the coolest! Hey, I need to copy your answers.
And that, dear friends, is what I am subject to every single day! Although generally it's not even that interesting. Most times, it centers around the soccer team roster, and who brought what water bottle to what game, and how the scores were tied with the other team during the scrimmage, and lovely SHIT how do they find so much conversation over so LITTLE????!!!! Sometimes, the guys get in on it, and when they're not calling the preppiest girl a blond (which I HATE to hear because it reminds me of Mark, and also I'M supposed to be the blond hear, and don't you forget it!), they're discussing the different ways that they should go enjoy their preppy little asses. One of them, this little man named, as far as I can tell, Rook, is SO NAUSEATINGLY ANNOYING that I can hardly stand to look at his ugly little face! He almost literally makes me ILL. I cannot lie. He is just so REPULSIVE. Also, this asshole named Daniel is SO irritating I can hardly stand it! Here are the main points of his irritating-ness.
1. He wears skinny jeans, and he wears them unabashedly! How irritating is that???
2. He frequently makes allusion to "blond moments" and "the dumb blonds I know". HeLLO, emo slut still trying to get over cause of emo sluttiness over here!
3. He has an annoying accent. Although, it's not really an accent as much as sounding like a wiseass all the time.
4. He always casually bumps into me and finds occasion to follow me everywhere and then make me uncomfortable merely by being his preppy, skinny-jean wearing self.
5. He has odd girlfriends. You know, you are what you eat...
6. He has odd friends in general! Which is creepy! It means he himself is odd. (Although one can tell that from his attire.)
7. He treats me like shit when he's with his charmingly preppy friends, and then when I go to tutoring and he's there (NATURALLY) he treats me like I'm his Favorite Buddy Of The Day.
8. He sometimes smiles at me in such a knowing, we're-in-this-together, I'm-not-about-to-let-you-get-eaten-by-the-ravenous-sharklike-zombies-who-happen-to-be-my-very-best-friends-in-all-the-world-so-you-can-relax manner that I feel like pissing my pants in annoyance! (Which is highly unladylike, so, as you can imagine, I do restrain myself from doing so. Although, to do so would be suitably emo in an I-don't-care-what-the-eff-this-joint-has-to-say-about-me-I'm-gone sort of way.)
9. He constantly talks-loudly- about the different girls he likes and what he wants to do to them later. (All right, to be fair, I have never heard him say that, but, as he is a guy, he must be at least thinking those things, if not uttering them aloud.) This would not annoy me, except he already has poor wittle blond Mira strung along on his playa string. (Which also does not bother me, because she is the preppiest of them all. And not only that, you haven't heard annoying accent until you've heard her talk. DANG it's annoying! She has a way of pronouncing the letter "a" so that it's the most grating sound in the world. And she just sounds so white... Ugh, I'm not even going to get into it. It'll take all night. And don't even get me started on her fashion sense! Girl, Uggs ain't hot ant they never will be, so you can march right on over to Urban Outfitters (or the poor homeless person on Citrus Avenue) and give 'em right back. And the same goes for those AWFUL pants! Don't you have a decent pair of jeans? No? Not even a pair that covers your ankles or stops at your knees where it is supposed to? Ah, my condolences. Well, good thing you have all those perfecto cargo pants then.) *Roll of eyes* Anyway.
10. He is SUCH a smartass! Can't stand it! The only one around here who is allowed to be a smartass is me, because I am the only one perhaps in the entire room who is capable of finishing every assignment, by myself, in under twenty minutes. So there. Not that the preps openly copy from me. To do that would be to admit that an emo slut is smarter than them, and dear me, you can believe it would be a cold day in the-you-know-what before that would happen! But still.
Anyway, I'm tired of trashing on the preps. It's just so lame when they can't fight back by showing their snotty little faces to me. (Looking at them makes my eyes wanna pull out that glove and declare a duel right then and there!)
So. What now.
Hmm.
I fpund New Moon on line and am watching it now. Jacob and Bella are shhooooooooo cyyyyuuuuuuuuuuute together! *sob*
And Taylor Lautner is the super hottiest chunk of love I've ever seen! MWAH!
Oh, supper time.
Bye.
xoxo~&hearts~
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