| Okay, so lately someone that I know, that's kind of close to me [my cousin brittney] has been really pissing me off. We were talking on Aim the other day, and I had mentioned that I had gotten this thing from American Eagle, that if I fill it out and mail it in, then when I buy stuff from the the store, I get credits, and the more I get the more % off I get of anything in the store, I guess.
So I told her about that, and she say's "Omfg, I fucking hate that store, all the fucking preps shop there" "Omfg I hate those fucking people." [ I typacally try not to use labels for other people or myself.] But I was like well then I guess I'm preppy? And some of my friends are preppy too? And she just keep saying how she hates [and with a passion, I might add] "preps." She say's "No, that's different, because your my cousin." That's bullshit. God. WHY DO PEOPLE NEED FUCKING LABELS. I mean God, she like judges her friends based on they're "labed" or their "style." God get over it. Then she tells me all about how when she was in highschool, that her and her friends would make fun of all the "preppy people." I asked her then, "so then you would make fun of me and my friends" She says "No, I wouldn't make fun of you... your my cousin." But she dosen't say anything thing about not making fun of some of my friends. So that got me pretty fucking pissed off. My God, woman. She's gonna be 21 effin years old in a few months. I mean she says that she's changed, yeah I can tell that she has, and it's not for the better. [there's alot more stuff, that I don't/can't really say on here.] And she tell's me how I've changed. And at first I didn't really get it, or I didn't understand what she was saying I guess er whatever the hell it was. But I can actually see a change in myself. The change that I see, and that my parents see [hah] is that WHO CARES ABOUT LABELS, WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR STYLE. MY GOD PEOPLE!! GET OVER IT. And I mean yeah, maybe like going into highschool er even when I was in 8th grade, yeah I'm sure I would of judged who my friends were by whether they were "preppy," "skater," "punk," or who knows what else. But that's so what it's not about. I can't effin stand it when people judge or make fun of people depending on when kind of label er steryotype that they fall into. I mean my gosh, I know that now, and I'm like only 15 1/2. She's 20, almost 21, and she still makes fun of "preppy" people, and judges them and all that stuff. It's so freaking retarted.
I'm so happy that I don't have Mr. Numerich 1st hour for effin Business anymore. That class sucked hardcore. Wow. Butttt I have Mr. Wiershkie 1st hour for Proc. Crhistinaity. He reeks. Use some breath mints misterrrr. Ew. But maybe since I have him 1st hour, he won't smell that bad er his breath might be, uh normal? Ohhh man, I can only hope.
I hate my room. I got it painted almost a year ago, and I already don't like it anymore. My room is blue. I mean I like the blue, but it's not as bright or vibrant anymore, it's fading, sorta. Ew. Now I wish my room was HOT PINK, like neooooooon? Gahhhh I wish, but my Dad says that this room isn't getting painted until I move out. Grr. And then he say's that he's gonna knock out the wall [the room nexk to mine is the tv room.] so that he can make it into one BIG room. Ugh. Figure's that they'd do all that stuff when I move out. Hah. Oh well. Idc.
I'm bored. |
