All About G

I had Kasedy over for the night. Tracy was there too. So we’re chilling, and Tracy’s talking to Kasedy about butts, and he says “you’ve got a small butt” to me. I give him a dirty look, and he says, “it’s the truth!” Kasedy slapped him.

:::heavy sigh::: You know, it really sucks when you’re going along smoothly with your self-esteem, and some retard comes along and crushes your ego T_T

Of course after Tracy left I was really pissed/upset. Kasedy wanted to know what was wrong. You know, seeing as how she’s my best friend, she would know.

I hate the male specis in this world. All they ever think about is Big boobs Big butts. I may not have a huge butt, or huge tits, but I’m probably better than half those big-chested bimbos as some of the things you’d expect them to be good at. Any guy I’ve done stuff with will agree with me. Size doesn’t always fucking matter, you dicks.

okay, done with that.

Well, not disease. Something like strep. But I’m still sick. Been sick since Monday afternoon. Actually I noticed that I had a headache while playing volleyball 5th period. It went away, but it came back with a new vengance around 8th period. Of course I didn’t tell anyone I felt like crap, cause school was almost done for the day, so tough it out for the last two periods. Why not?

So, here I am, my throat hurts, my head hurts. I’m bored, and tired, and annoyed. I’m missing school… and tests. And Christmas is in five days.

And I really doubt I’m going to go to school for the rest of this week, especially since I probably have strep. :::sigh::: This majoly sucks.

BUT I’m going to have Mom drive me up to the school so I can drop off my hw. I don’t want to fall behind too much T_T

Happy Holidays… and don’t get sick. It sucks.

This is one of those techie-geek posts. Please excuse the interruption.

~*Gina*~’s resident geekette has discovered that there’s a bit of a problem with the individual entry pages in general, and the comments form in particular, on her blog.

This may mean that I’ll need to ditz around a bit, possibly even reinstall the whole program.

Fortunately, reinstalling will not have any effect on her database, so the content will still be there. Just need to get the comments up and running so that her legions of fans can check in with her through this blog.

[we now return you to your regularly scheduled programming :mrgreen:]

UPDATE: Found the problem, fixed it. If I had known it was going to be that easy, I wouldn’t have mentioned it. Oops again!

Yes folks, it’s my new look! What do you all think? Since I was tired of deleting all that damned trackback spam, much like my mother, I switched blog software. I had to pick a theme, and I picked this one. Hope you all like!

I’m injured again. Typical, right? Well here’s what happened: Last evening I was wrestiling around with Brian, and he had a grip on my left foot, so I start pulling to try and escape. Suddenly, my right ankle pops, and then hurts like hell. It’s been popping ever since, and if I bend it a certain way, it hurts like a mofo. Which majorly SUCKS sulk So much for playing soccer. Damnit! I was hoping to be UNINJURED long enough to play some soccer for a lil while. Well, I can’t really play soccer cause the v-ball nets are in the way. So, I play v-ball instead. So for now until the nets come down I’m playing v-ball. I’m not complaining, I love v-ball about 1/2 as much as I love soccer, and that’s saying alot. I just want to play soccer again. T_T but that’ll have towait… and hopefully by the time the nets come down, I won’t have to freakin’ worry about messing my ankle up… again _‘

R – u r beautiful
E – You are popular with all types of people.
G – You are friendly and understanding
I – Love is something you deeply believe in.
N – You can be very “FUN” (in BED)
A – You always want some action.

I think it’s true wink.

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I know it’s something really stupid to say, but I just have to say it. I think a bunch of guys like me. This is where a small dilemma comes in. I think I’m starting to like one guy (no names, and not telling anyone either) again. I don’t know if this guy likes me back. So I’m waiting. Meanwhile, a few other guys want to go out with me, but I’m not sure if I’d prefer being friends with them or not. Some guy I know FOR A FACT that I don’t want to go out with them, but there are a couple others that I’m not so sure. Cause some moments I like them, but sometimes I only like them as a friend. And then there’s the other guy. So, what’s a girl to do? So many guys, so little… me? rolls eyes nevermind. Anyway, what’s a girl to do? I guess I’ll just continue being me, and hope that it doesn’t cause too many problems evil grin

The answer’s a pretty simple one: You’re a fucking bitch and you treat everyone else like crap.

Yes folks, I’m mad at her again.

Here’s what happened: Last night I was walking down the hallway. I glanced into our (me and Kimmie) room, and I saw Kimmie rush to her bed from my side of the room. I walked in and I noticed there was a green bottle on my table thing.

I asked her “Why were you on my side of the room?”
She said “I was walking around.”
“Then why did you run to your bed when I came up?”
“I felt like running to my bed.”
“Yea, right. Where did this green bottle come from?”
“You put it there.”
“No I didn’t. I didn’t see the green bottle there when I woke up this morning. Why did you put it there?”
“I didn’t.”
“Likely story. Why did you put that there?”
“I DIDN’T PUT IT THERE!”

I didn’t mind that she was lying, it pissed me off when she said, “You don’t believe anything I say, retard.”

I told her, “SHUT UP.”

“No, you stupid retard.”

“Kimmie, STOP CALLING ME NAMES.”

“Why should I?”

I looked at her, “Do you really want to start with me now?!”

“Shut up.”

“No, why should I? At least I’m not calling you names.”

“Yea, whatever.”

“Have I called you a name so far tonite?”

And she didn’t say anything except her usual attitude. I swear to God I’m getting completely sick and tired of her fucking bullshit. And my parents want to know why I didn’t want to share a room with her. I keep imagining up that she does something really bad, like wreck my half of the room or ruin my cd’s, and I beat the crap out of her, and then storm downstairs to Mom and practically scream “THAT’S IT! I’VE HAD IT WITH HER! MOVE ME SOMEWHERE’S ELSE, I DON’T CARE WHERE! MOVE ME INTO THE ATTIC OR THE BASEMENT OR EVEN THE GARAGE I DON’T CARE!” Something like that.

But if Kimmie keeps her crap up, I’ll shut her out of my life like I did Andy. And she definitley won’t be able to say “sorry” to make anything up.