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 Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 4:36 pm
Moocat Red_Death_Stalking Utakan Moocat D: Aw. Youko got kissed. SHE IS NO LONGER A TOTAL DATING-VIRGIN. xD; DAMNIT, YOUKO. NOW I'M THE ONLY ONE LEFT. -sob- Nope. XD It's you, me, and the cardboard box in the corner. Cardboard box: *bumping another box* .. okay, just you'n me, then >> xD This boy who went to elementary with me makes out with his girlfriend at his locker. Thankfully, I am upstairs while he's downstairs. All my friends, I don't think, have been kissed. We're also young, though. Well... I'm older by a year than all of them, though. xP My friends have all kissed. They've also all dated. And all relationships with them ending badly. O_o *sob* I HAVEN'T EVEN GONE ON MY FIRST DATE!
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 6:10 pm
Utakan Moocat Red_Death_Stalking Utakan Moocat D: Aw. Youko got kissed. SHE IS NO LONGER A TOTAL DATING-VIRGIN. xD; DAMNIT, YOUKO. NOW I'M THE ONLY ONE LEFT. -sob- Nope. XD It's you, me, and the cardboard box in the corner. Cardboard box: *bumping another box* .. okay, just you'n me, then >> xD This boy who went to elementary with me makes out with his girlfriend at his locker. Thankfully, I am upstairs while he's downstairs. All my friends, I don't think, have been kissed. We're also young, though. Well... I'm older by a year than all of them, though. xP My friends have all kissed. They've also all dated. And all relationships with them ending badly. O_o *sob* I HAVEN'T EVEN GONE ON MY FIRST DATE! xD Dude. I haven't gotten an "I like you" The closest thing to a compliment I got was in Third grade. We were playing pokemon cards. And this fifth grader, Max, said "You're okay" Like, as a person. BIGGEST COMPLIMENT TO ME. XD;
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 7:59 pm
I got spanked too. And not with a wooden spoon. But I was also an 80s baby (ehh, 1989 still counts). So...yay for the 80s babies who got spankings. Or something. xd
I've been kissed, I've dated (when I was expressly forbidden to) and I can honestly say...don't worry about not having done these things. It's not that big a deal.
Honestly, even before I knew the guy was gay, I was all like "OMG I HAVE A BOYFRIEND! AIEEEEE!" the whole first day. And the first date was cool because...well, I had never really defied my mom in such a big way before, plus it was my first. (Weird, randon tidbit of info: The girl I hate so much now was the one who helped me go on the date by telling my mom she and I would be going out together. And then she left us to ourselves. She always helped me before we drifted apart. gonk And my mom still thinks we're best friends, mainly because I need someone to namedrop when I'm going somewhere that I don't want ther to know about. Plus I don't want to admit how wrong I was about her. And my mom really liked her when she was my friend, and it would seem really...awkward to say that the girl my mom liked so much is now a decietful b***h and stoner who's ******** up he life and gladly at that. Yeah, I'm still a bit hung up. Anyway, back on topic.) But the second date was really kind of blehh. I was like, what's so special about this?
So...point is, it's not so great. In fact, it's a little bit dull once the initial Woo-Woo is over. So trust me when I say don't look for it. Looking for a guy will always land you with a guy you don't want. Let him catch you by surprise and then pursue him. Works out much better that way.
NEWSFLASH! (This actually happened as I was typing this): ******** DAMNIT! I asked a guy my "friend" knows about this college orientation thing. And she wasn't lying! God I'm so embarassed. And I still need her if I want Winslowclone. Hojesus I'm SCA-ROOED. Unless, that is, I use the PMS defense. Which I actually came up with this afternoon.
Me: Oh my god, I'm sorry I cussed you out in that comment on your blog. I was just freaking out because...well, because I had PMS and I was kind of crazy all weekend. I hope you can understand.
*Crosses fingers*
I just left another comment in her blog apologizing, and I hope she forgives me. I went crazy on her twice before (when she was really my friend) and she went crazy on me once, so...maybe. Just maybe. I just hope our relationship wasn't too precarious as it was.
Pssh, what am I talking about? I'm as bad as her! Maybe even worse! I'm using her to get a guy, for god's sake! But I guess the reason I feel justified is 'cause she basically said "Screw your sweet sixteen, I'm gonna have myself some fun at a concert!". And this was back when I still thought she and I were pretty good friends.
She screws me over, I screw her over. Seems fair, no?
A little weird and confusing and backstabbing...but I guess it's just kind of how we are. Kind of vengeance-oriented.
Anyway, I'm pretty much determined to get Winslowclone away from her. She doesn't deserve any decent guy. 'Specially not drop-dead hot ones like Winslowclone. And if that means sucking up to her, I'm ready. I'm not called "The master of the suck-up" for nothing. (Strange thing to be proud of, no?)
So...wish me luck on this. I'll need it. In quantity. sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 9:21 pm
But you know, two wrongs don't make a right, Lex. Of course, the whole PMS excuse is brilliant, and I hope it works.
And I realized that I actually am PMSing today. Badly. I'm now hiding in my room pretending to sleep just to avoid bitching at anyone else today. I have really bad cramps and backache when I PMS, but no mood swings, and it takes like, 4 Midol to make the pain go away for a few hours, so I have to have long periods of time in pain so I don't overdose on PMS medicine. Which would be funny (ODing on midol) except that I hurt. so. bloody. bad. Needless to say, those painful hours make me a little temperamental, leading to the great day I've had today.
First: I worked the morning shift today and Jeremy (my bf) worked the night shift. He was gonna come early and we were going to try and have some time together between our shifts. So I went to work and they let me leave like, 3 hours early. So I left and forgot to call, so he called me. At this point, I didn't realize my PMS was anything more than some cramps and a killer backache.
'Where were you' he asks, nice as can be.
'They let me go home, alright? Is that okay?'
'...of...course...'
*a few minutes of awkward conversation on his part and scathing, bitchy commentary on mine. We hang up*
Me: ...oh crap. I totally just bitched him out for no reason. I wodner why (I still haven't made the connection b/w mood swings and v****a bleeding)
So then I go meet my sister and we go pick out some gag gifts to give to my friend at her bachelorette party. Erin has never been in a sex toy store and is...slightly uncomfortable. I hope the sales clerk was at least amused by it, at least somebody will have had a good day because of me. Eventually I relax and we pick out some embarrassing stuff. You know, trashy-ho stockings, a "Bachelorette" sash, really fancy panties, that kind of stuff. Sis is leaving and says "hey I'm going to the fair for awhile, you wanna come?" (the fair is in town. mucho fun, but I spent 6 hours there yesterday. Erin is faired out) "Pff, no, why would I want to follow you and your bf around like a third wheel? I won't hold your purse while you ride stuff" I realized this was bitchy and totally not what my beloved sister meant about a second after the words came out of my mouth. "crap. didn't mean it like that." I leave in a rush and come home.
We have TiVo (it records whatever shows you tell it to and you can watch it at your convenience) and I had about 6 episodes of Stargate to watch (yes, Erin loves Stargate) so I barricade myself in the room and start one up. In the middle of the show, right as Daniel Jackson is about to do something heroic (I'm sure of it!) THE DAMN SHOW TURNS INTO A WESTERN MOVIE!!!! A BAD WESTERN MOVIE!!!!!
....But I realize it was probably a mistake, surely my dad hadn't meant to delete my absolute all time favorite show, right? So I start the next one. The same. damn. thing. happens. In all 6 episodes of Stargate, THEY TURN INTO WESTERNS. Erin knows who to blame and is wondering if it would count as a sin to beat her father into unconsciousness with a TV remote. But Erin also knows her reactions might just be a little over the top thanks to her little red friend, so I am now hiding in my room, typing this rant and randomly throwing markers against the wall (hard) and wishing for a bag of popcorn.
And now Erin is avoiding the very strong urge to cry at the fact that she's having mood swings, which she's NEVER done in the 5 years since puberty brought her that little friend.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 9:25 pm
I kinda PMS all over the place. For some reason, I'm a better person on my happy pils. o_o I mean, I never knew how much of an utter b***h I was until I take a pill, then stay off it for three days. I can go every other day without them, but I've been slacking because I hate depending on meds for a less bitchy day. D: Ooh, and Alexis, try this place: http://www.blogjam.com/vent/when you wanna vent or rant. Totaly anonymous and works like a charm. I use it a lot. @ moocat: I never got one either. Though I had a boy who use to give me Pound Purries in the 5th grade.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 4:03 am
Utakan I kinda PMS all over the place. For some reason, I'm a better person on my happy pils. o_o I mean, I never knew how much of an utter b***h I was until I take a pill, then stay off it for three days. I can go every other day without them, but I've been slacking because I hate depending on meds for a less bitchy day. D: Ooh, and Alexis, try this place: http://www.blogjam.com/vent/when you wanna vent or rant. Totaly anonymous and works like a charm. I use it a lot. @ moocat: I never got one either. Though I had a boy who use to give me Pound Purries in the 5th grade. Pound.... Purries? xD My PMS is bad. Mood swings, horrid pain, the whole she-bang. xP
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 12:01 pm
Moocat Utakan I kinda PMS all over the place. For some reason, I'm a better person on my happy pils. o_o I mean, I never knew how much of an utter b***h I was until I take a pill, then stay off it for three days. I can go every other day without them, but I've been slacking because I hate depending on meds for a less bitchy day. D: Ooh, and Alexis, try this place: http://www.blogjam.com/vent/when you wanna vent or rant. Totaly anonymous and works like a charm. I use it a lot. @ moocat: I never got one either. Though I had a boy who use to give me Pound Purries in the 5th grade. Pound.... Purries? xD My PMS is bad. Mood swings, horrid pain, the whole she-bang. xP Pound Purries. They were the cat version of Pound Puppies which were popular little handheld plushies when I was a kid. I loved the purries though since I love cats and the boy used to come to school nearly once a week with a couple for me since they came in twos. I never get the cramps until AFTER. But I can tell when I'm going to have my week because I become the biggest b***h evar. XD
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 1:39 pm
Erin Sovenya (I still haven't made the connection b/w mood swings and v****a bleeding)
Dear god, I was eating pizza and I nearly choked when I read this rofl
It reminds me of a rather lewd joke I know men tell amongst themselves.
Man 1: "I don't trust them women..."
Man2: "Well I wouldn't trust anything that bleeds for seven days and doesn't die either..." rolleyes
And I remember going through one of those crazy "I wanna take every online quiz I can get my mouse on, damnit!" phases and I came across this "What color crayon are you?" and so it asks for your underwear color O.o, I throw in "Lavendar" heart and it spits out this red crayon with the title "That time of month" gonk ...it was awkward.
...Anyways, I know what you mean Erin, my cramps keep me bedridden for hours on end and Midol only takes the edge off (Maybe I should call mine "The Red Death" ) xd ; but I do have mood swings, not bitchy ones, more like "homigosh look at that cupcake!" *cries for six hours straight*
Alexis I KNOW the pms excuse would work on a guy (they've had sex ed but I still don't think they have a clue...) but I worry that a girl could know that another girl would use that as an excuse o.<
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 2:17 pm
My friend Katie uses the PMS excuse. Though with her, she has real bad time of the months so it can apply.
And I think if you use it sparingly (once a month, teehee) they'll believe you. Because unless you're really close, no one really knows when you have the ovary faucet turn on.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 3:58 pm
Red_Death_Stalking Maybe I should call mine "The Red Death" best. idea. ever. I'm so using it. I can see it now Me: *bitchbitchbitch* Them: WTFBBQ??!? Me: TOUCH ME NOT, for the RED DEATH is stalking abroad!!!!
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 7:18 pm
Yeah. I get pretty bad PMS. Cramps...they were debilitating once, horribly painful more than a few times, annoying most of the time and some months I don't even get them. it's odd. And Midol is a godsend. I think I'd be dead or insane without it.
Yeah, I've never in my life used the PMS excuse before. And I wouldn't use it with a guy. 'Cause guys are assholes and...I don't talk about that stuff with guys.
Pound puppies! I loved those things! *OMFGCUTEGLOMP* I didn't know about pound purries though.
And Erin...I know two wrongs don't make a right. And I've pointed out numerous times what a rotten person I can be when crossed. I'm sure as hell not a saint...and I like to remain that way. Gives my life a bit more exitement and danger and adventure. Plus I've never been a pacifist and don't think I ever will. Revenge is my middle name. And I'm not ashamed to say it.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 8:39 pm
@ Erin: The Red Death! IN MAH PANTS! :0
I agree with Alexis. I just recently discovered Midol (sadly) and O.M.G. Thank you whoever created it.
And I'm an utterly horrid person when crossed. Depending on the situation, I can hold grudges and I can be the nastiest person alive. I have a nasty temper I got from my dad, and I will use my tongue to carve you like a Thanksgiving Turkey and spit venom in your eyes to see them melt.
*cute face* I'm mean. :3
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 6:50 pm
Utakan, you have noooooo idea how much I can relate to the whole grudge/being horribly mean thing. People have learned to not want to cross me. It's really insane.
I can be ********' evil.
Like the time I looked specifically for things to get this one guy (who mercilessly made fun of me every chance he got) in trouble (he did a lot of bad stuff but was never written up 'cause he was popular) and eventually suspended or expelled from my 8th grade school. And I was one of the few people who knew that his father was an even crueler person than he was and that he'd be in a shitload of trouble if he got suspened.
My plot to get him out worked.
Last I heard of him was from his girlfriend and it was something about how he was living with his grandmother on the opposite side of the city as his father and how I had totally ruined his life and that I was "a cruel and sadistic person."
Needless to say, I was...well...rather proud of myself. biggrin
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 7:17 pm
Utakan Moocat Utakan I kinda PMS all over the place. For some reason, I'm a better person on my happy pils. o_o I mean, I never knew how much of an utter b***h I was until I take a pill, then stay off it for three days. I can go every other day without them, but I've been slacking because I hate depending on meds for a less bitchy day. D: Ooh, and Alexis, try this place: http://www.blogjam.com/vent/when you wanna vent or rant. Totaly anonymous and works like a charm. I use it a lot. @ moocat: I never got one either. Though I had a boy who use to give me Pound Purries in the 5th grade. Pound.... Purries? xD My PMS is bad. Mood swings, horrid pain, the whole she-bang. xP Pound Purries. They were the cat version of Pound Puppies which were popular little handheld plushies when I was a kid. I loved the purries though since I love cats and the boy used to come to school nearly once a week with a couple for me since they came in twos. I never get the cramps until AFTER. But I can tell when I'm going to have my week because I become the biggest b***h evar. XD OMFG. I REMEMBER THOSE. THEY WERE SO ADORABLE. -had a few- xD;
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 7:46 pm
Yeah, Pound Puppies were awesome. I love cute stuff like that.
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