Friday, December 16, 2005

Ugh.

My life is fucked up. On that note, I hate Ronald MacDonald. On that note, I hate this fat ugly red-haired girl in my school. She called me a dyke in the hallway the other day, and today at lunch she flung something at me, and it hit me in the face. I would have loved to just have got up and walked over there and stomped on her fat, ugly face. I hate stupid people. How can somebody so fat and stupid think lowly of me? Do they not realize they weigh at least 80 pounds more than me, and the only reason they could possibly ever get a boyfriend is because there are more stupid, ugly, skanky, low-life, drug addicted, sex-seeking guys in this town than intelligent good-looking ones who have respect for and some manner of taste in females? How can somebody call me a dyke? I just don't get it. I am capable of having and keeping a very good friend, and somehow that automatically says that I'm fucking her? I guess, I mean, I'm so ugly and all, that the only way anyone would want to be around me is if I'm fucking them. Ha. I hate stupid fat ugly people who fling things at me at lunch. And the REALLY funny thing about it is, she threw it, and her younger, equally fat sister stared straight at me to see my reaction. What a fucking moron. And my neighbor kid was looking at me to. I glared at him at first, and he pointed at the fat chick. I didn't think he'd fling things at me, but it had come from that direction. I didn't even bother looking at the fat chick. She doesn't deserve my gaze to land upon her fat ugliness. I'm too good for that. She's too shitty for that. God I'm a condescending bitch. Oh well. She's fat and ugly. Would you expect me to be nice to some fat ugly chick who throws things at me and calls me a dyke? I mean, everyone in my grade got over making fun of me when it stopped working. In 7th grade these nasty little skanks made fun of me to my face. It stopped bothering me, so they stopped. Not bad. But that fat chick, she doesn't even KNOW me. I mean, she rode my bus when I was in ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. Wtf. She doesn't even know me. Ugly whore. On a nicer, friendlier, and more happy note, we had 13 minutes to make up a villain in creative writing today, and Eclipse and I were partners, and we made up this awesome dude, and then our teacher had everyone vote for their favorite in the class, and we won. YAY. Of course we won. Everyone else's wasn't as villainous. I could type up the profile we made, but I'm too lazy. And his name was Kuroshi, which is Japanese for "black death". How cool is that. But he was only 23 years old... had a sawed off shotgun and various deadly weapons... sword, uzi... Yay. He wore dark sunglasses and leather and stuff. It was fun to create him. YAY CREATION. It's so fun to create characters to manipulate as you please. How can anyone not like to write? I should create a fat ugly redheaded character and kill her. I think I will. In my current story, there should be a fat ugly redheaded antagonist bitch in the school they're going to, and she should die. By having something pelted at her in the lunch room. Like a mashed potatoes, or a fork, or a harpoon. How awesome is that. Pretty freaking awesome. Anyways, I'm gonna go now. My mother's watching Pirates of the Caribbean. Damn her. I wanna watch, but I have stuff to do. I'll just watching Capt. Jack's entrance, and his swan dive. Btw, there's a trailer for POTC2 out. Who's seen it? It's before the Chronicles of Narnia movie... I first saw it on yahoo.com... YAY POTC2! It looks so fucking great. I can't wait. If there's a midnight showing, I'm gonna be at it. Me and my two POTC-obsessed friends. I LOVE POTC! ~SJ

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