Monday, October 27, 2003

   *gloat gloat*

Oh my god, you know what? Okay, today in school, we had a basketball game during 7th & 8th period. I got out of witch-lady's science class! Well, for the first half of the game this little *^$*& behind me kept putting their feet on the bleachers and jabbing me in the butt. I got rather mad and told her to stop touching me. She's like, "Yeah right, I aint some )*%#ing lesbian!" (people think I'm a lez, which I'm NOT). Anyway, I mixed up my words and instead of saying bull s--- or f--- you, I said bull f---. They were being brainless idiots, and when they realized how stupid that sounded, they couldn't stop repeating it, hoping it would get on my nerves. I laughed at their stupidity. They're those kind of people who pounce on anything you do wrong and jab you with it for as long as you live. Since I rarely do anything wrong *gloat gloat* and I'm a genius *gloat gloat gloat*, they can rarely make fun of me. But they just took my little word mix-up and sat back there saying, "Bull f---, bull f---, bull f---" for ten minutes. I laughed at their lack of creativity. Anywho, during half time, the teachers said they'd call people's names to come down and try to get a foul shot, and if they did, they got to reach into this jar thing and pull out as much money and candy as they could hold. Well, I never win anything. I was sitting there talking to my friend, and I'm like, "Yeah, I'm barely paying attention. I never win anything." and he's like, "Neither do I. If they call your name, you'll totally blow it." Well, I had just finished saying I seriously doubted they'd call me when, lo-and-behold, THEY CALLED MY NAME!!! I burst out laughing. So did my two friends I was sitting by. Well, I went down on the gym floor, deciding that even if I made a total fool out of myself and completely missed, I wouldn't care. I'm used to being teased and made fun of. Well, I go down there, and I throw the ball, and, once again lo-and-behold... I MADE IT!!! I suck at basketball, even though I'm tall (5' 8"), but somehow I made the foul shot. I got $8 and about 12 dum-dum lollipop things. I go back up in the bleachers with my wonderful money, only to be attacked by my friend, bumming money off me. I gave him $2. Then, on the way to my locker after the game, I was talking to this kid in the hall and he's like, "Yeah, you made the foul shot! You're a popular person now!" And I'm like, "Peh. Yeah right." (I don't want to be popular). Then this other kid came up and he's like, "Yeah, good shot! Luck was on your side!" Yeah right. Luck? That was pure skill. *cough cough* Well of course I wasn't going to say it was partly luck, so I told him to shut up. Anyway, my wonderful basketball skills *cough cough gloat gloat cough* made those lousy, uncreative girls shut up too. HA, I SHOWED THEM GOOD! Don't mess with somebody as wonderfully talented *cough yeah right* as me. That did really happen, even though how I wrote it sounds much more like a story... I didn't have my "like, this and this or something"s in there like I do when I talk.

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