Sunday, March 19, 2006

12:12 AM- 1:00 AM
HOLY FUCKING HELL. SHIT! I mean, I'm watching FMA. It's the last episode. I CAN'T TAKE IT! Everything.... I mean, the way it was planned, so that so many scenes, so many loose ends, are tied up at once.... it's amazing. My brain can barely handle it. IT'S SOOOO GOOD! And it's not even halfway over!!!!

*ahem* Sorry abote that. ^_^;

So. The reason I decided to post for like what, the 7th time today? Well, technically, it's the next day, but you know what I mean. Anyway, *zones out watching fma*

Okay, right. So, Chris kinda ranted about something in her xanga. Well, two things. One has been bugging me since high school started. The other has been bugging me since SECOND GRADE.

Okay. People touch each other. That's understandable. Especially in families (And not THAT kind of touching!!!). But they can take it too far. Sometimes, they don't know when to stop. But that's already been covered in her rant, so go check out her xanga if you want to hear about that. And no, I'm not gonna link to it, cause chances are if you're reading this, then you're either Liz or Chris. So yeah.

She said, though, that friends normally know where the line is. Well, not all friends. The friends who don't know where that line is, they're the people who don't realize that they're NOT YOUR FRIENDS. People like Austin. He was one of the factors that brought me partway out of my shell, thus allowing Liz to shatter it. See, when I first got to high school, I stopped being all awkward when people I barely knew said "hi" or tried to give me high fives. By the way, I HATE high fives.

No, I started responding. I eventually began to talk to people. I got "friends". WRONG! I kinda moved toward them. I ate lunch with 'em every few days. Then I stopped. I haven't eaten lunch with them since after winter break.... when I began to sit with Liz... Duh. Anyway, they were jerks. I didn't see that, because they seemed friendly and outgoing. Goddesses I hate them now. But Austin, Austin is something different. Er, he's one of 'em, but he's by far the second worst. He taps me on the shoulder. He constantly wants a high five. When I told Tyler (also a touchy problem guy) that our friendship was like a styrofoam house with no foundation, Austin said we have a brick car. HA HA. Asshole.

"HEY, TOM! How's our brick car?!"
"Uh, heh... Um, yeah...great..."
*I FUCKING HATE YOU!*

>_<
Okay. Now that that's out of my system... Oh yeah, the other thing. So, my name is Thomas. I was never really called that, of course, and I don't mind it. Well, James calls me Thomas. First it was to bug me, but we've both gotten so used to it that when he called me Tom a couple days ago there was this awkward silence until he said Thomas. Anyway, as a small child, I was called Tommy. I had no problem with it. It was just a name. But now, I like the name Tom. Ever since 2nd grade, my friends have called me Tom. Everyone I've known has called me Tom. Except my family. Do I seem like a Tommy to you? No, I don't think I fucking do. No more than Chris seems like a Christen. And she doesn't. But no matter how many times I say "Don't call me that" my family calls me fucking TOMMY. My mom. My dad. My SIBLINGS! The two coolest people in the world call me Tommy! I mean, sure, they call me Tom too. But that doesn't change the fact that half the time they call me something I'm not. I am Tom. I am not Thomas. I am not Tommy. I am not anyone or anything else. This is WHO I AM.

Bwahahahahaha.... >w<

I really need to stop quoting video games all the time.
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