Ramblings of 16 year-old psycho
Mar 26, 2008 - 18:53 PM PST
So I just came across an old blog entry I wrote when I was 16 and boy, was I clinically insane. I shall share it with you but I must reassure you in telling you that I... haven't changed. AT ALL. Sure i may look different, but I will always ALWAYS be coocoocrazy at heart.
Here it goes *start*
OK, I get it. None of you losers read this blog. That's ok though, you know why? 'Cause I don't write for you, I write for me and the people in my head. That's right...doesn't matter to me whether 2 million or 2 people read this. Yup...totally fine with it.... WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME?!
Pardon me as I silently sob.
Inniwho, as I was saying before Martha RUDELY interrupted me *hits head hard*, I'm going to get on with this blog because I believe that it is extremely therapeutic for me to vent and nag about everything and nothing. It's cathartic. You should try it sometime. Even though YOU DON'T EXIST.
Holy geez, I'm weird.
Sam and I shot a video for "Dirty Little Secret" by the All-American Rejects cast entirely of Barbies! And one Ken, who had a rip in his pants which we had to cover with his suede jacket. It was so excellent. Because it was SO badly made and had random scenes of Sam's little cousins giggling. Aaaahhh...good times. Anyways, she's away now. And so's Angie. I'm alllll alone by lonesome self. Talking to you. Who are you again?
I have started working at McDonalds for the summer and let me tell ya, it has been a nightmare. On my second day, a McFlurry blew up in my face and because of me, 2 customers complained to the manager. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE WAY I FILL YOUR FRIES, WHY DON'T YOU GO FILL THE BOX YOURSELF, ASSHOLE?!! *pats head* ...It's gonna be ok, Bob...
Oh and let's not mention the awkward moments with the guy who used to be in my english class in gr 9 and who also happens to work at Mikki D's and pretends not to know who I am even though i'm sure he does because i let him cheat off of me this one time because i was temporarily crazy or perhaps in love? *Dum Dum DUM* I sold him a muffin on friday and there was a beep and he said the fries were up so i went to get them out and turns out they weren't ready and my manager had to scoop them up and put them back. Either this boy is very evil or he owes me an apology. He is also very loud and annoying.
So you get why it's awkward right? And it's not the first time that I've had awkward relationships with people...it happens to me ALL the time. Especially with boys. What's wrong with me, apart from the fact that I might be clinically insane? That's what I'd like to know. I wish i could meet a guy that I can be myself around. A guy who would be like a girlfriend that you can French. Isn't that what all girls want? A girlfriend they can French and not shame their homophobic parents?
Maybe I should become a nun. Or knit.
Yeah! I'm gonna knit these insecurities right out of my head. I'll have a scarf of celibacy...so that if anybody is unlucky enough to ask me out, I can say.."Sorry, I knit." YEAH! Take that, world!
Wow, I really don't know what's gotten into me today...
It's all right though, right? Because NOBODY reads this blog. I might as well be talking to myself which I do enough of at home ok? So I'm gonna stop typing now. Anytime now.... On the count of 3. 1..............................................
2............................................
3.........................................
Are you gone yet? Go!
No, you go!
No, you!
*seizure*
Shut up, all of you! Just shut UP!!
*end*
So?? Am I right or am I right? These thoughts are not the normal thoughts of a normal 16 year old.