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for all the stuff I couldn't fit anywhere else
Me:  "You know what I think is hot?"

Jess: "What?"

Me:   "Guys eating salad. It's like they own their manliness, cuz salad is such a girly thing. They don't need to think about 'oh does anyone think I'm girly?' when they eat salad. It's so hott."

Jess:  "Oooohhh eat those tomatoes!"
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My birthday sucked thank you and Nick is a fucker.(just thought I'd leave you with this thought.)
Have you notice that lately common sense is no longer a common thing. It seems like the more educated people get, as in school educated, the dumber they get. All of these genuis people have no street smarts, no people skills, no basic life experience. You can't just be book smart. That's dangerous. You'll hurt yourself.
Boys Boys Boys

Boys....*sigh*... What to say about boys? You can't live with them, you can't live without them. And it doesn't get more cliche than that. But anyways, sometimes I just don't get boys. I have no idea how they think and what goes on in their heads, but I don't think I'm supposed to. Another thing I don't get is what possesses them to do horrible, awful things to girls. It baffles me. I really do love boys, but I cannot, for the life of me, understand why they screw things up when theyre going so well. Like one girl isn't enough or something? It really hurts sometimes.It really hurts. Sometimes I'm tempted sometimes to give up completely, but I know deep down that there are the few and rare great guys hanging aroung somewhere, lurking in dark corners of my life. I know a few actually, they're really amazing guys, but there not more than best friends, and sometimes a guy is the best friend you need at certain times. You can ask them those random questions that you're too embarrassed to ask anyone else, like how boxers fit into pants and stuff like that, and they know what goes on in other guys' heads, so they answer your questions and everything when some other asshole screws you over. I love them so much, its weird, because I would never guess that a guy would make a good friend, nevermind a best friend.

Wow this did not turn out how I expected at all, but I like it.
I love how teachers are so nice sometimes. Like, they're real people, with feelings and a life and all those other human things. It's amazing. There are those few who are just beastly, but that's another story. Sometimes I just love teachers.
This is going to make me sound like a spaz, but you know when you like someone, and you build up this imaginitive world for them, like you imagine them doing everything and they're always thinking about you. Then you start making scenarios the two of you would be in, and everything is perfect and you've completely fallen in love with your imaginitive person. Then he finds out. And everything blows up in your face.
OR
You make that whole imaginitive world and he doesn't find out. But then he likes your best friend.
But what do you do? It's not her fault, unless she flirts with him all the time knowing you like him. Then it's her fault and she should be voted off the island. And eaten by angry natives.
I am extremely sick of dealing with everyone else's shit. I don't wanna hear about your stupid problems, which you created yourself with no help from others, nor do I wish to solve your shitty problems. Keep them to yourself please. Oh, and Fuck You.
I would really love to know what genius decided to install automatic doors AND manual doors at Target. Please, someone, tell me what idiot would use the manual doors when the automatic ones work so well. Really people, have some common sense. Please. You'll hurt yourself.
I hate how I always think everything is my fault, and how everyone tells me it isn't, when I know for fact that that specific time was in fact my fault. I always think that I somehow contributed to everything wrong in the world and in everyone's life. Sometimes I'm even scared to talk to people because I think I might cause some damage, even thought they'd never admit that it was me. And it makes me cry. It makes me cry knowing that I can't do anything about what's wrong and it makes me cry knowing that maybe I really did have somthting to o with it, and if I had just done one thing differently, it wouldn't have happened. But it happened and I can't help you, and I hate it and I'm sorry.
Affliction
There is no beauty in anything
Without addiction
And with a purpose
I'd still be lying here
saying I'm okay.

I did not write this
I really, really, really hate when something happens, like somene driving hits your mailbox. so you say something like 'Dude, you just totally crashed my mailbox!' cause you think it's kinda funny. But they take it like your freaking out and they say something like 'Calm down, it's only a mailbox, its not a big deal, it's only a mailbox.' and they make it seem like your freaking out! Drives me fucking insane. I want to hit him.
A friend told me once that my eyes sparkle sometimes. If only I could make them sparkle when I wanted to...
Isn't it great when people just get offline or leave you standing there or something without saying that theyre leaveing, nevermind saying bye. It makes ya feel great doesnt it? What am I not worthy of you or something? A quick 'Im leaving bye' would work perfectly for me.