6/22/08 again: ********. Seriously, wow is all that comes to mind when I step back and think about everything that happened today.
I wake up at around 9, go back to bed hoping that my second alarm would wake me up. It didn't, I made myself a bagel and called Amanda and Skeete. Skeete's sick, and was being forced to go to work on his mom's birthday - he couldn't come. Amanda needed to be home by 5, so she came with me. Melissa had a party.
Today was a ******** roller coaster.
Started off on a high! Amanda and I ready to make our way to Secaucus! Yes! Oh, yeah! Going to Animenext convention. Amanda's going to get her some Sailor Moon. I'm going to buy delicious candy sweets. We need to be there by 3. It's about 45 minutes away, I pick her up at 1:30. We need to shag a**.
So, we're driving. And, we eventually get lost. We're paying a toll, and the nice woman gives us directions. Then, when we pay THAT toll, on the right way, this conversation happens.
"Oh! My! You're all cramped up in there! This can't be your car!"
"No, but. Yeah, it's my car."
"Oh! Is it your wife's car?" The woman points to Amanda.
"Uh, no. It's my car."
Amanda says "Yeah, it's his car."
We drive away, cracking up.
It's not like we look old enough to be married. And, it's not like she was all bubbly and excited to be alive in the seat next to me. We were just blandly sitting there, driving. Also, it was ******** DOWNPOURING.
So, we finally get to Secaucus. And there's this sign that says "OH HAIZ, THIS IS THE STREET YOU WANT! BIG ARROW TO THE RIGHT" with tiny text next to the arrow saying "random government parking garage." So, we go to the random government parking garage. I notice no one's in it. I know we're close, I get flustered. I back up really obnoxiously, and slam my car into this reinforced steel rod that was placed there by the devil himself just to spite me. I tore the cover off of my backlight, and cracked my bumper.
So, I sprint 20 laps around my car, pacing. Tell my father just to inform him. Amanda and I go into the elevator to try and get directions [ we didn't realize we had just made a mistake in turning. We can't get to a floor with people, because we needed some key to get to them. Or they just were totally closed.
Figure out our mistake. Get a parking spot. Sprint to the convention. Steal Kim and Loan's badges. Give security a sob story to let us into the closed merchant's area. I get my candy. There's no sailor moon for sale. Amanda sees some corsets. She tries one on, the guy steals her wallet. She realizes she no longer has her wallet when she sees a Tidus plushie for sale. I buy it for her, knowing she can pay me back. Discussing stuff with friends, the idea of it being stolen is brought to light. We go to the car, wallet's not there.
So, we go back to the con to talk to security. Amanda fills out a form, we go to the dealer's area. They're all packed out. He shadily says "OH! SORRY I DIDN'T FIND YOUR WALLET!" Who even says that? The guy had to have taken it - that alone proves it. We start going home, Amanda's mom assumes we're drunk/high? We have to turn around, meet a cop to file a police report. She totally ignores my lack of a cover for my backlight. She doesn't even ask to see my id. She doesn't acknowledge the fact there's now two sleeping asians, and a sleeping homosexual in my backseat. She gets the info, and gives us directions.
I start singing Magical trevor. We discuss alternate universes, compare them to parallel dimensions. Then she throws in the Sailor Moon CD she made me. I decide to blast the theme song to wake everyone up. We drive home with a few more kinks, like Kim constantly calling me Ian, and calling Amanda Katie. But, nothing else tragic. Drive home, have my parents tell me about how retarded I am, make a HUGE deal about how that pole could have been a person, even though it was basically empty? blahblah. Drive Amanda to a party. Sulk around my house. Waste time online.
6/22/08: WALL OF TEXT
Alright, so this one's a lot more involved with my personal life. xD It's mostly a venting thing, at this point.
So, my sophmore year in highschool - I dated this boy named Michael. And, he seriously was the biggest sweetheart in the world. He would talk real sweet to me, and do all the cute boyfriend-type things, and he would give me a kiss good-morning before class started [We had homeroom together.] I really enjoyed being with him. When we hung out alone, it was a little awkward, but he was still very sweet.
But, this was really my first official relationship. And, it was a little controversial in my school, because we're both guys. Whatever. Didn't bother me at first. But, I was a little younger, and ALOT more insecure. Broke up with him over some crazy drama with people talking about us. Got over it, got back together with him.
Then summer came, and he never contacted me once throughout the whole break, with the exception of the one time he hung out with me and my friend who move to North Carolina a week after school let out.
Didn't hear anything from him. He wouldn't call, text, email, im me. Nothing.
Break up with him again. This time for serious.
He was really upset about it, but literally had no reason why we didn't talk. His excuse was "Well, I assumed you were busy. And, hey! You never called me!" [Which actually wasn't true. I would call him, and he would either not pick up, or dismiss me quickly on the phone.]
Before/during/after I was dating him I was getting to become closer friends with this girl psychopath named Katie. The entire time she would talk to me about how "Mikey's not for you!" and that it could never work out. And, I would always tease Mike really badly because I'm much taller than him, and because it was really easy. But, it was just something I'd do - it was all in good fun.
Almost needless to say, Katie and I are no-longer friends. That's an entirely different story I'm going to spare everyone, FOR NOW. So, this year starts and she
1. Starts rumors about me.
2. Becomes bffaeaeae with my ex.
3. Demolishes a relationship I could have had with a guy she introduced me with.
4. Starts dating her ex-boyfriend who "raped" her, again.
5. Generally goes out of her way to make my day miserable.
The thing was, Mike and I hooked up during our small time we actually dated. Whatever, it's something I regret and wish I hadn't done. But, I was his boyfriend, so we fooled around. Katie told me about her first, and so I told her about mine when we were still friends. She told this to the boy I almost dated, [Whom Mike also had a crush on, to make things worse.] who was unphased. But, this boy also tried to trap me in a lie, and was pleasantly surprised when I didn't lie about what I did with Mike. I was annoyed he was trying to entrap me - friendship/love interest demolished.
One of the things she told Mike was that while we were dating, that I was talking s**t about him behind his back.
So, like. One second I'm making out with him, the next I'm making fun of him?
No. It really didn't happen like that - it doesn't make sense to me.
So, Mike avoided me. He talked about me behind my back, and told everyone about his passionate hatred for me - because he was so deeply in love with me, and I mocked him for it!
This past week, I let him know how stupid he sounded. I approached him, and said the following. "Mike, really quick need to talk to you. So, I've heard you hate me because I talked s**t about you while we were dating? ... Maybe hearing it from my mouth will make you realize how absolutely retarded that sounds. I -really- thought you were a sweet guy, and I can't even imagine how you can legitimately believe that I'd be making out with you one second, and talking s**t the next. But, you know what? If you want to believe that? Fine. Go ahead. Good for you, have a good life."
So, after two years of awkward, things between him and I are finally resolved? He's still not convinced that I didn't talk s**t about him, because Katie has a way with brainwashing people. But, he wanted me to come with him and a mutual friend to some shitty arcade to play DDR. Even though I suck at that game, and he literally never told me outright that he no longer hated me. He needed to do it over facebook because of "anxiety." Our mutual friend informed me beforehand that he no longer hated me. Still, there's plenty of awkward left over.
I don't even know what annoys me about this situation. Maybe the everything? How he still believes I'd talk s**t? That he held this grudge this whole time without confronting me? That I literally needed to swoop in at a moment where mephistopheles Katie wasn't lurking about to tell him that he's being retarded. That he so instantly fell into a state of " Oh! Billy! Now that I don't hate you anymore, lets hang out!"
IMMENSE AMOUNT OF FAGGORTY - IT IS
6/16/08:Ferserious. <3
Me with some chicks. (I'm the one without breasts!)
I'm the far right one!
It looks like someone shooped a girl's lips over mine!?
I'm not super-uptight about people getting my gender wrong online, though! I'm bisexual pansexual, so I can totally understand people getting confused when I'm switching gender words when I talk about exes. And my avatar is usually sporting a skirt, or something else girly.
And my name is Billy - which can be unisex?
Whateva. <3 I still think you guys are cool.
I don't know. I guess I'm desensitized from it because it happens all the time - and because I hate it when other people get annoyed when it happens to them? I really don't think there's any need to.
First off. The internet, contrary to popular belief, is NOT serious business.
And, second off. Who cares? You say "Nope, sorry. I have a v****a/p***s. And you MOVE ON.
I wake up at around 9, go back to bed hoping that my second alarm would wake me up. It didn't, I made myself a bagel and called Amanda and Skeete. Skeete's sick, and was being forced to go to work on his mom's birthday - he couldn't come. Amanda needed to be home by 5, so she came with me. Melissa had a party.
Today was a ******** roller coaster.
Started off on a high! Amanda and I ready to make our way to Secaucus! Yes! Oh, yeah! Going to Animenext convention. Amanda's going to get her some Sailor Moon. I'm going to buy delicious candy sweets. We need to be there by 3. It's about 45 minutes away, I pick her up at 1:30. We need to shag a**.
So, we're driving. And, we eventually get lost. We're paying a toll, and the nice woman gives us directions. Then, when we pay THAT toll, on the right way, this conversation happens.
"Oh! My! You're all cramped up in there! This can't be your car!"
"No, but. Yeah, it's my car."
"Oh! Is it your wife's car?" The woman points to Amanda.
"Uh, no. It's my car."
Amanda says "Yeah, it's his car."
We drive away, cracking up.
It's not like we look old enough to be married. And, it's not like she was all bubbly and excited to be alive in the seat next to me. We were just blandly sitting there, driving. Also, it was ******** DOWNPOURING.
So, we finally get to Secaucus. And there's this sign that says "OH HAIZ, THIS IS THE STREET YOU WANT! BIG ARROW TO THE RIGHT" with tiny text next to the arrow saying "random government parking garage." So, we go to the random government parking garage. I notice no one's in it. I know we're close, I get flustered. I back up really obnoxiously, and slam my car into this reinforced steel rod that was placed there by the devil himself just to spite me. I tore the cover off of my backlight, and cracked my bumper.
So, I sprint 20 laps around my car, pacing. Tell my father just to inform him. Amanda and I go into the elevator to try and get directions [ we didn't realize we had just made a mistake in turning. We can't get to a floor with people, because we needed some key to get to them. Or they just were totally closed.
Figure out our mistake. Get a parking spot. Sprint to the convention. Steal Kim and Loan's badges. Give security a sob story to let us into the closed merchant's area. I get my candy. There's no sailor moon for sale. Amanda sees some corsets. She tries one on, the guy steals her wallet. She realizes she no longer has her wallet when she sees a Tidus plushie for sale. I buy it for her, knowing she can pay me back. Discussing stuff with friends, the idea of it being stolen is brought to light. We go to the car, wallet's not there.
So, we go back to the con to talk to security. Amanda fills out a form, we go to the dealer's area. They're all packed out. He shadily says "OH! SORRY I DIDN'T FIND YOUR WALLET!" Who even says that? The guy had to have taken it - that alone proves it. We start going home, Amanda's mom assumes we're drunk/high? We have to turn around, meet a cop to file a police report. She totally ignores my lack of a cover for my backlight. She doesn't even ask to see my id. She doesn't acknowledge the fact there's now two sleeping asians, and a sleeping homosexual in my backseat. She gets the info, and gives us directions.
I start singing Magical trevor. We discuss alternate universes, compare them to parallel dimensions. Then she throws in the Sailor Moon CD she made me. I decide to blast the theme song to wake everyone up. We drive home with a few more kinks, like Kim constantly calling me Ian, and calling Amanda Katie. But, nothing else tragic. Drive home, have my parents tell me about how retarded I am, make a HUGE deal about how that pole could have been a person, even though it was basically empty? blahblah. Drive Amanda to a party. Sulk around my house. Waste time online.
6/22/08: WALL OF TEXT
Alright, so this one's a lot more involved with my personal life. xD It's mostly a venting thing, at this point.
So, my sophmore year in highschool - I dated this boy named Michael. And, he seriously was the biggest sweetheart in the world. He would talk real sweet to me, and do all the cute boyfriend-type things, and he would give me a kiss good-morning before class started [We had homeroom together.] I really enjoyed being with him. When we hung out alone, it was a little awkward, but he was still very sweet.
But, this was really my first official relationship. And, it was a little controversial in my school, because we're both guys. Whatever. Didn't bother me at first. But, I was a little younger, and ALOT more insecure. Broke up with him over some crazy drama with people talking about us. Got over it, got back together with him.
Then summer came, and he never contacted me once throughout the whole break, with the exception of the one time he hung out with me and my friend who move to North Carolina a week after school let out.
Didn't hear anything from him. He wouldn't call, text, email, im me. Nothing.
Break up with him again. This time for serious.
He was really upset about it, but literally had no reason why we didn't talk. His excuse was "Well, I assumed you were busy. And, hey! You never called me!" [Which actually wasn't true. I would call him, and he would either not pick up, or dismiss me quickly on the phone.]
Before/during/after I was dating him I was getting to become closer friends with this girl psychopath named Katie. The entire time she would talk to me about how "Mikey's not for you!" and that it could never work out. And, I would always tease Mike really badly because I'm much taller than him, and because it was really easy. But, it was just something I'd do - it was all in good fun.
Almost needless to say, Katie and I are no-longer friends. That's an entirely different story I'm going to spare everyone, FOR NOW. So, this year starts and she
1. Starts rumors about me.
2. Becomes bffaeaeae with my ex.
3. Demolishes a relationship I could have had with a guy she introduced me with.
4. Starts dating her ex-boyfriend who "raped" her, again.
5. Generally goes out of her way to make my day miserable.
The thing was, Mike and I hooked up during our small time we actually dated. Whatever, it's something I regret and wish I hadn't done. But, I was his boyfriend, so we fooled around. Katie told me about her first, and so I told her about mine when we were still friends. She told this to the boy I almost dated, [Whom Mike also had a crush on, to make things worse.] who was unphased. But, this boy also tried to trap me in a lie, and was pleasantly surprised when I didn't lie about what I did with Mike. I was annoyed he was trying to entrap me - friendship/love interest demolished.
One of the things she told Mike was that while we were dating, that I was talking s**t about him behind his back.
So, like. One second I'm making out with him, the next I'm making fun of him?
No. It really didn't happen like that - it doesn't make sense to me.
So, Mike avoided me. He talked about me behind my back, and told everyone about his passionate hatred for me - because he was so deeply in love with me, and I mocked him for it!
This past week, I let him know how stupid he sounded. I approached him, and said the following. "Mike, really quick need to talk to you. So, I've heard you hate me because I talked s**t about you while we were dating? ... Maybe hearing it from my mouth will make you realize how absolutely retarded that sounds. I -really- thought you were a sweet guy, and I can't even imagine how you can legitimately believe that I'd be making out with you one second, and talking s**t the next. But, you know what? If you want to believe that? Fine. Go ahead. Good for you, have a good life."
So, after two years of awkward, things between him and I are finally resolved? He's still not convinced that I didn't talk s**t about him, because Katie has a way with brainwashing people. But, he wanted me to come with him and a mutual friend to some shitty arcade to play DDR. Even though I suck at that game, and he literally never told me outright that he no longer hated me. He needed to do it over facebook because of "anxiety." Our mutual friend informed me beforehand that he no longer hated me. Still, there's plenty of awkward left over.
I don't even know what annoys me about this situation. Maybe the everything? How he still believes I'd talk s**t? That he held this grudge this whole time without confronting me? That I literally needed to swoop in at a moment where mephistopheles Katie wasn't lurking about to tell him that he's being retarded. That he so instantly fell into a state of " Oh! Billy! Now that I don't hate you anymore, lets hang out!"
IMMENSE AMOUNT OF FAGGORTY - IT IS
6/16/08:Ferserious. <3
Me with some chicks. (I'm the one without breasts!)
I'm the far right one!
It looks like someone shooped a girl's lips over mine!?
I'm not super-uptight about people getting my gender wrong online, though! I'm bisexual pansexual, so I can totally understand people getting confused when I'm switching gender words when I talk about exes. And my avatar is usually sporting a skirt, or something else girly.
And my name is Billy - which can be unisex?
Whateva. <3 I still think you guys are cool.
I don't know. I guess I'm desensitized from it because it happens all the time - and because I hate it when other people get annoyed when it happens to them? I really don't think there's any need to.
First off. The internet, contrary to popular belief, is NOT serious business.
And, second off. Who cares? You say "Nope, sorry. I have a v****a/p***s. And you MOVE ON.
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Damn not even in the guild that much any more and I'm being namedropped. xD