Do I know who that is? Do I care? No is the answer for both. This past week, while let's say the whole year has kinda been like annoying. I want something new. Something that will make me thing WOW exciting. Remember that post from like a way long time ago that was super long and was all about me? Well let's do another one of those again. It's 11:29 let's see if I can make it to 12:29. Well I had something pierced today, with a stupid piercing gun. Just took it out. I didn't want it anymore I loathe it. It took me away from the power of music with making it impossible for me to listen to my ipod. Not cool. I tend to not think out all my decisions. I act then think. I hate that. Like I knew in my heart that I didn't want it, but it looks so cool. So I said "Sure." I say sure to everything. Usually those sure mean I don't wanna do it, but alright whatever you want. Like when this couple asks me to babysit. Each and every single time I say "Yeah, sure", but on the inside "No, I don't really one I'm just one greedy son of a gun and I want as much money as possible". But of course I say that with a smile. To make me smile requires almost no talent what so ever. I laugh at EVERYTHING, and it's rather annoying because I look stupid. To be honest, I am a little stupid. Class rank says so. My class rank isn't very important, many people are behind me. But, many people are ahead of me. Do I care? No. My school has the most selfish bastards about they rank. I wanna slap then in their face. It's like "You are not as smart as you think you are, I fucking hate you." Of course I wish them the best of luck and what not, but I do wanna see them fail. Is it because I'm jealous? Jealousy is something I'm used to. What am I jealous of? I'm jealous of my smart friends, well one in particular, just because she gets everything she wants no matter what, but I should be happy because I don't get her bitch parents that I hate. Not hate but rather dislike. I'm sure they're likable people when they're with friends, but from what I hear from the girl and from what I see, pure dislike. That's okay, though I don't think that I'll be talking to her much after high school anyhow. High school, don't like it. It's not the best years of my life. If it was I wouldn't be typing this on a Saturday night, listening to the same old song after same old song. I would never want to relive high school, unless the rest of junior year, and senior year proves to be spectacular. But, I do know that I still need to be there because I'm grammar is piss poor. Do I care? No. This is only a blog. A blog that no one reads anyhow. Yes, I lost that one follower. Was it because I wasn't posting enough, I complain to much, or I'm to nice? Do I care? No. I've been writing to no one this whole time. Then I go to oricon and I get at least what 40 or 50 views aday. Most are from spambot trying to promote porn, but it did made me think that I should post here more. Will I? Depending on how school is going. 11:46 now. Damn this is getting hard. AND THE WORLD TO FALL FIVE FEET OFF. Idk. It's words that I'm listening to that are coming out of the speakers. God help me. First person to get that right win, a special post from ME!!! You choketoes all know that you want that. YEAH! Will anyone comment? No, I even doubt that anyone made this far yet, and that no one ever will. Then why do I continue to type this? Well I can't talk all my hope you fail feelings with others and like I need a release. LOL. What do I have to worried about? Nothing much really. I have everything I want, and nothing I can't give up. Giving stuff up is hard. I can never fogive myself, after doing something stupid or not doing something at all. Will I regret taking out my piercing? No, I'm really happy about that. I regret that the most. But, you all choketoes know that because you totally read that on oricon! I just posted somthing on facebook. That's right I'm ignoring you beware the beggers. In phycis class something this week I wrote beware the beggers with this arrow thing on a graph. I ment to take a picture and upload it to here, but I forgot, and I'll never get the paper. Forgetting is new to me. I never forget anything I'ts a curse I'm always that creepy one who is like I rememberd, and so I'm a nerd in class. But, I'm not in like honors or whatever. I'm lazy and brain is like HEY WYF are you doing to me? SO I don't bother. I just found the share botton and it said that I could share stuff using blogger. I'll use that thing to the fulest exthent. I hate people. Well most people. The ones my age, the one below, and the adults. They're annoying and are only out for one thing in life. Themsleves. If more people act like me the world would be lonley. I wouldn't ever changed this world. This world is ment for entropy, not a utopia. This is the PAINKILLER. 12:03 now. My soul is spilled. I really do hope that no one I know in real life reads this. I'll cry. This is not ment for them, it's ment for that guy all acroos the land, or the next state over. It's not ment for real people that I know in real life. Yes, what I'm typing is all reall all 100%, but just not ment to the real people I interact with all day. I hate most of them, and I'm sure the feeling is mutral. Do I care? No, because choketoes it's only highschool. The time is wrong at the bottom of the post don't feel like fixing it. Now that I look back on what I did for the past ,almost, an hour long post. OMG am I the biggest loser or what. Goodness. I like really need a life. I need to find a somethign I'm good at, and this ain't. But, I love this, I'M NEVER GOIGN TO GIVE UP ON YOU BLOGGIE. Hahah Shall I leave you with a song? Well I guess that will be standard, but I got 19 minutes left. Hmmm. What to type. I'm a girl if y'all didn't know. I don't think I ever stated that. I did get my sheltie, remember way long ago I said that I really wanted one. I got the one I wanted, he's the sweetest thing ever. He is absolute love. He's loved by all. Like esp in my neighborhood.

Tonight I'll leave you with the song that just played on Itunes, I forgot how much I love this song.