I don’t care how depressed you are. I don’t care how bad of a day you’ve had. I don’t care if you’re in a bad mood or if anyone is on your bad side or anything. I don’t even care if I’m on your bad side. But just because I ask you if you need help or offer my help to do something for you and be considerate doesn’t give you the right to be a complete asshole to me. If you’re going to be like that, then stay in your office or go take a nap upstairs until you’ve cooled down cause I don’t want to deal with your grumpiness. And the main reason why I’m writing this here is because if I were to say it to you in person you would’ve either bitched me out for saying it, or you wouldn’t listened and instead say to me “I don’t want to hear it. I’m not in the mood.”
My conclusion: Take a chill pill before you talk to someone.
Last night on my way to the basketball court I ran into…
STEVEN WALKER
! YES FOLKS HE STILL EXISTS!
We chatted, he drove me over to the civic center real quick, all the while we were picking on each other and having a fun time. And just like that he was gone.
I should run into him on the street more often.
An article in the Washington Post about blogs. Read it really quick, and then come back to read the rest of this entry.
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Okay, lemme just say that yea, that article is right. On Myspace I have an accout, and I have come across so many spaces with stuff you wouldn’t see on the street. Yes there are teens that expose themselves on their spaces, I used to, I admit it. Yes there are racist assholes on their spaces who bring down blacks and asians and latinas. But then there are some who don’t and hate racism with a passion. Yes, there are many teens, if not all of them, who like to go out a drink and/or smoke a bowl. I do too, though I don’t smoke weed. Yes there are old perverts trying to get a young piece of ass, but I’m pretty sure that there are adults on that site who just want to meet new people too. People gotta get it through their heads that with the good things, also come the bad things.
And I defintely know about teens being very open on thier blogs. I’m one of them. I swear and I talk about things that really happen in my day. Sometimes I talk about someone who pissed me off, or someone who’s made my day. I do swear and cuss out people individually. Who haven’t I cussed out yet? Not many people.
Why do I do it? Why does this blog seem like a totally different version of me compared to sweet innocent Gina? Because, this blog is me. It’s who I am. It’s what happens to me and it’s how I feel about things, and frankly I don’t give a flying fuck whether this makes me look innocent or bad-ass. This is my blog. This is my, and my life and what I think about it. The person in school that you know as Gina Baker: that is me too, but the difference between the person that is me in school and the person tat is me on this blog is the fact that I’m well-behaved in school: I try not to sweat too much in school, I try not to get into any fights, I’m basically a “good lil girl” in school. Unlike school however, I can scream and shout and rant and rave and take out all my frustrations on this blog. I can dream and imagine and cheer myself up on my blog. I can be happy, mad, sad, anything on my blog. And nobody can stop me from doing it casue it’s my blog and me, and if they stop me from being me on my blog, then they stop me from being me in everything else.
I can safely say this is probably the main reason why you all read so many posts in which I bitch someone out (you know one of them very well I’ll assume): because I can’t do it in public, and I vent on this blog. Actually, this blog has almost gotten me into trouble with some “higher” authorities, but that didn’t stop me from expressing myself, whether I was happy or mad. God, just because a certain someone feels threatened ever time they piss me off doesn’t mean I’m purposely harassing them… deep breath okay gotta let that go, nothing I can do in the future to change the past.
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In every way I’m very glad my mother introduced me to blogging. Sure this is basically a diary, an many of this stuff I should keep in a diary. But this is ME, and I want everyone to know this. I want people learn about me and my life, what I do, how I feel, so they can stop with their stupid rumors (ahem ahem) against me. No, I’m not a psychopathic bitch who is endangering the life of an innocent boy (ahem ahem), but I am a young woman with a temper that I vent when someone, even the innocent boy, sets me off. Who wouldn’t? Unless you’re one of those people who just kick the guy’s ass if he pissed you off… then you don’t count. But I’m talking about the other, more civilized people that have better ways of venting anger.
I’m pretty sure everyone has a diary of some sorts, no matter what gender, race, age, etc, that they keep to themselves.
But sometimes, I like to think that I’m the only one brave enough to throw mine out into the public for the whole entire world to see. And, as I’ve said before, any has a problem with what I can say, they can fucking bite me.
A tall, well-built woman with a good
reputation, who can cook frog
legs, who appreciates a good fuc-
shia garden, classical music, and tal
-king with out getting too serious.
***But please only read lines 1,3 and 5***
LOL, more sillyness!
I spent the weekend at Teisha’s. I had known I was going to meet her… boyfriend?... Eric. He’s not bad looking for a Mexican. Yes he’s Mexican. So we hung out.
I didn’t mind the… groping he was doing. I liked it. It felt like he knew what he was doing. So, it was a fine and dandy thing until we get to his brother’s house. It’s not bad at first. But then him and his Mexican buddies pass around a Budweiser. Or course Me and Teisha take a swig. God, that stuff tastes like puke. And people wonder why I don’t like beer. So it comes around again. We swallow a bunch. BUT, we’re ont tipsy. At least, I’m not. Didn’t know if Teisha was. But anyway the music comes on and me and Teisha start dancing. Eric and his friend join us. That’s okay too. So after that we run to Teisha’s house, and let the boys go get “sodas.” They pick up up, and we find a fucking 24-pack of beer and a six pack of Smirnoff. The Smirnoff was for me and Teisha. So anyways, we got back to the house. Me and Teisha start to work on our first bottle. I take my time like usual. Eric syas “Drink your drink, you still have two more.” I say, “Fuck you I’m taking my sweet time. I’m not gonna get wasted.” Anyway, me and Teisha go back to dancing, give the guys a lapdance. I still liked it, it was fun.
I DIDN’T like it when Eric started trying to fucking seriously get in my pants. I went into the back room to adjust the jeans I was wearing (they had a safety pin on it to kepp it from soming undone). Eric followed me. He half pinned me on the bed and kissed me.
God, if there was a “Top-Ten List of the Suckiest Kissers Gina has ever Kissed,” Eric would be in the top three, if not the worst. Geez if I really wanted to kiss like that I’d stick my face into a toilet and flush it.
Anyway, I pushed him off me and left the room. I finished off my first bottle, and started on my second. Teisha’s a lil buzzed judging from the fact that she went to put her bottle on the table, only to put it too close to the edge and have it fall off. So the guys are asking Teisha, “Feeling drunk yet?” Teisha says “Hell no, I only got a buzz and keeps dancing.” I trip over Teisha’s foot, and they ask me, “You’re drunk?” And I say, “Honey, the last time I got drunk, I had two Smirnoffs, and six shots of burbon. I’m not drunk.” The guys are all like “Holy shit!” I don’t see what the deal is. It’s not my fault I can handle alot more than piss-beer, and it’s not my fault I don’t get wasted off of shit like they do.
Anyway, me and Teisha are still dancing, and giving lapdances and everything, when the… shirt I’m wearing starts to loosen and fall. So, I got to the bthroom to readjust it. Next thing I know Eric’s opening the door. I slam it, almost on his hand, and I heard him say “Hey hey it’s only me!” and I say, “Fuck you! I’m readjusting. Wait your goddamned turn!” So I finish and I go to let hikm in so I can get out, and he comes in and shuts the door and picks me up and puts me onto the sink. He holds me there. I say to him wearily, “let me go so I can go dance with Teisha again.”
He says “Not until you kiss me.”
I rolled my eyes and said “I don’t want to.”
He says “Why not? Your kisses are hot and sexy and I want to kiss you again.”
I say “Because I want to dance with Teisha.”
Then he asks me “Why did you kis me?”
“Because you kissed me.”
So he tries to kiss me again, but I push him away.
“Why won’t you kiss me?”
“Because I don’t want to?”
So he starts kissing my neck. God, I hated it and I loved it at the same time. Pretty sure most of you can figure out why. So anyway he does that, and then goes to kiss me again and I push him away again.
“You’re really hot and sexy,” he almost whispers, “I want you.”
“That’s what everyone says to me too,” I tell him, trying my hardest to sound definitley seductive and sexy, “Want to know what they also tell me?”
“what?”
“That I’m a tease.”
I push him away from me and go to the door, and he grabs me and tries to kiss me again, but Teisha comes and knocks on the door and yells “Gina are you still alive in there?”
Eric cusses under his breath. I say, Yea,” before leaving the room. That was his first attempt.
So, me and Teisha are dancing and everything, and I go and sit on Eric’s lap. He tells me “You’re one hot bimbo slut.”
“Excuse me?” I ask him, “I’m not a slut, I’m still a fucking virgin.”
He looks pretty shocked to hear that. “Bullshit,” he says.
“Nope, I’m a virgin,” I say proudly.
“Well, then can I be your first one?”
“What?!”
“I want to be your first one.” He starts groping me and kissing my back.
I sit and think for a couple minutes while he’s still groping me. Finally I say “Maybe.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Exactly what I said: MAYBE.” And I get up and walk away. That was the second attempt.
So me and Teisha are dancing, and tehn we start getting hungry. We dance with Eric and Alex before we go, I’m dancing with Eric, Teisha with Alex. Eric starts kissing my neck, but in a way I never felt before. And oh my God it felt good. It felt good up to the point where I was panting and trying not to moan, and my legs felt so weak I felt like I was going to fall down, but I kept dancing anyway. If he had known that that was happening to me, or if we had more time, he probably would of taken me to some private place where he could have his way with me. Thank God we didn’t have that time. But we had to leave to go get food. Thank God we had to stop, cause he wsa getting his hand down my pants, and well… yeah, you get the idea.
Now if you recall, the way Eric was kissing my neck: yea it felt good, and it definitley was new: I never felt that sensation ever before. I knew he was kissing my neck, but I had no idea he left a godamned hickey on my fucking neck. Teisha pointed it out to me in the women’s bathroom at Pizza Hut. I got so pissed off. Teisha did too, cause I told her what happened. It was that dark, in fact it’s probably gone by now. I concluded that was from the first attempt. We eat, we leave. Eric drives us home. He lets me out first, and starts kissing me. I push him away. angrily and walk away. He says goodbye to Teisha and leaves.
We go into Teisha’s bathroom to get ready for bed. She tells me “I’ll put some cover up on your hickey.” I said “okay.” She starts putting cover up on my neck, but it wasn’t on the hickey I saw. I feel a pain where she’s rubbing. “Ow I said,” What was that?”
I look in the mirror on the back of my neck, and I find a big, dark purple hickey. That one’s not fading anytime soon. I got so pissed. Before I went to bed me and Teisha devised a scheme: it was obvious Eric was playing us, or least trying to. He had the fucking guts to try and pull that stunt. So, we’re going to turn it around on him so it’s us who are going to be the player and it’s Eric who’s going to be the game.
He wants to play this game then fine, we’ll play right back. Then we’ll see who’s really up on top out of the three… technically two (me and teisha are working together) of us. One thing’s definitley for sure: He’ll never see it coming.
BITCHES IT’S FUCKING 2006! I LOVE YOU ALL SOOO MUCH I hope you all have an AMAZING new year!
My new years resolution for 2006? Oh I plan to lose 40 punds, I’m so overweight! LOL j/k, my resolution is to avoid people that lie and try to hurt me. I want to have a good year damnit.
And why am I decently cheerful? I’m working off of a few hours of sleep, and I’ve downed 2 1/2 fucking bottles of Smirnoffs, and a whiskey sour, and I’m not done yet fuckers!
Anyways, I love ALL OF YOU, I don’t care if you’re my friend or if I hate you. Yes, even to Andy Soroka: Happy New Years, be happy, and umm… regents are coming up 