Welcome to the Shindig, Brethren!

Yesterday was such a fabulous day, it made up for the neck-deep shit I've been shoved into time and again in the last few months. I LOVE meeting people randomly. People who like the random hyper pseudo-blonde me. Not the schmucky people in school. Pfft. Bitches.

Fuck that anyway.

But I'm still riding on the high yesterday gave me, haha :D

Not to mention, the 'rents and my Home Room Teacher and all the peepz who have any sort of aukaad in my life are very pleased with my result in the finals- wasn't AWESOME, but it was pretty fuckin' good, all things considered. AND I decimated my usual competition. BOO YAH, BEEYOTCH!

You won't BELIEVE how kicked I am about beating his sorry ass. It's pathetically juvenile, this insanely competitive attitude I have towards him. Must be all the misplaced sexual energy. *cough* Ahem.

But still though. Haha. *basks in the victory* Feels good to win, sometimes.

And Angeeda and Putput should get freakin' MARRIED, man. Not only are they the cutest thing since peep toes, I'd also have cool people to call my homies for life, people who'll generally be all nice and buy me food when we hang out instead of making me spend, and maybe eventually a kewl place to crash at (in the very-far-away-future of course, but STILL. It's nice to plan ahead sometimes. Albeit WAY ahead. Heh. :P) I love you guys. WOO!

Ooh ooh, and Wifey is coming home! FINALLY! I can't WAIT. We're gonna have SO much fun. And since the 'rents are happy with my academic performance, methinks I'm mostly ungrounded now.

Happy days are here again, folks!

Teenaged Douchebag.

I lost a follower.

Ah well. 

I was going to write a long raving rant about how I'm such a bitch extraordinaire and people should just NOT like me and/or hang out with me 'cause I only give 'em a bucketload of horseshit whenever they do and WHAT sort of moron gives up a nice, sweet-as-sugar, naive, disgustingly romantic and patient guy for....nothing?

Or better yet, a FANTASY?

A masochistic shit-for-brains moron, THAT'S what kind.

Pfft.

I'm tellin ya. There is no END to my douchebagginess. 

And you know the funniest bit, if anyone ever gets around to actually hating me, they won't even TELL me (yeah, I can't even revel in my masochism. Twats), no no, they'll act all nice and whatever when I'm around, and when I'm NOT, THAT'S when the bitchfest will start. 

People, are STUPID.

THIS is EXACTLY why I'm going to turn into a hermit crab next year. Psht. Then I'll turn into this brilliant academic NERD(because that's what I'll turn to to keep me occupied) and then, I'll get to pull a House on everyone and act like an arrogant bitch with REASON. Boo yah.

Differentiation, here I come.

Tally ho, chaps.

The Day That Never Came

My hand wobbled as I took a long drag of the cigarette. I leaned back and pressed myself into your chest, shutting my eyes contentedly. You took the light out of my loosely held, clammy hand.

“Easy, now,” you murmured. “You’ll make yourself nauseous again.”

“Mmm,” I replied absentmindedly.

With my eyes shut, the world felt like it was spinning and I was its axis, so I opened them and stared at the unearthly orange-purple polluted sky, slowly exhaling almost-smoke rings.

As I lifted my hand up to take another drag, I suddenly noticed it was empty.

“wha- hey, over already?! I want more! Gimme!” I said, albeit in a whiny voice.

You chuckled.

And again, that enticing murmur. 

“Pace yourself, love. One at a time.”

Your voice rumbled in your chest and you spoke. God, how I used to love that low rumble.

I turned to press my ear against your chest.

“Say something.”

“something.”

I could almost hear the slight grin in your voice.

“Well, aren’t you the comedian,” I replied sarcastically.

“Heard it’s quite the chick magnet,” You lazily drawled.

“And they flocked to you by the millions, don’t they?” I retorted.

You leaned down and kissed my neck softly. “Ah well, y’see, this particular one that came hither- so to speak- scared off all the others.” You kissed your way up my neck and playfully bit my ear.

I grinned and put my arms behind me to encircle your neck. “I came, I saw, I conquered!”

So Today, I Wrote A Song For You.

Nighttime is quiet.

It's when I love you most.

S: "You know the thing about them is, they've created this culture...Of deciding that we're either the best, or we're trash. We're not the best, and we're not trash either. We just are, and what happens, happens."

E: "Y'know, you and I, we'd make the best husband and wife. Because when we're old and grey, and everyone's beauty is dead and gone, we'll still have our respective significant others in love with us, because we'll still be the same. We'll still have them in stitches all the time. They'll still be hooked."

*pause*

S: "Yeah, okay."

*A Lack of Colour fades out slowly.*

That was rather tragic.

We Are The Second-Rates

And We Are Proud

'Cuz We Ain't Gettin' Taken For No Ride, Nuh-uh.

Eh.

So I've been feeling very emo, of late.