I haven't updated for a million years or so, so here goes.

 

I'm not actually planning on complaining in this one, but we'll see.

 

Yeah, anyway. It's almost December, and it's almost summer, and summer always brings on this massive wave of nostalgia in me for some reason. It's not like I have anything particularly memorable to remember during summer, I just get this big thing about it being the end of the year and blah blah blah. Maybe it's because it's the whole Christmas-New Years-Birthday combo. Good stuff I guess.

 

I'm so annoyed these days. I don't even know why. Every little thing annoys me, moreso than it usually does. I'm going to explode one day, I'm all emotional. Fuck, I feel like I should be on a shiny leather couch with some guy asking me. "How do you feel about that?"

 

Yeah, I'm whining. I'll stop now.

 

No bus stories lately. All the moronic events have just amalgamated into one big, giant, insanely idiotic lump of stupid blonde goo. But I do pity the new kid. He's slightly attractive, no good denying it, and so naturally, he's surrouunded by this CLOUD of lipgloss and giggles, and looking slightly afraid.

 

Good luck my friend, I suspect you may well need it. Unless of course he's the male version of the strawberry-scented nightmare, but from the look of him I'd say probably not.

 

The unfortunate creature has no idea. The wind created by all the fluttering eyelashes is probably going to blow him away.

 

Wow. Strawberry-scented, eyelash wind. I'm on some little narrative role. Ohwell. Done.

 

 

Just stuff. That I wonder about.

 

Like. Why is it so tempting for some people to stick their heads out the bus window and yell at their little friends, slash enemies? You look like a moron, stop it already.

Some days I have to resist the urge to shut the damn window on your stupid head.

 

And why is it suddenly so important to have a boyfriend when you turn thirteen? Really? I'm 15, and never been kissed. Am I worried? No. So why are there so many 13/14/15 year olds stressing out because they've been single for a WHOLE WEEK, and OMFG they must be such a REJECT by now, their love life is like, totally OVER?

It worries me. Maybe I'm abnormal, who knows. It wouldn't come as a surprise.

 

Why are the wooshy skirts in fashion? They make your ass twice as wide. True story. Look at your ass before you leave the house in one of those things, I guarantee you it makes you look like a whale. AND they're see through. AND, they don't make you look bohemian and free and hippie-like if EVERYONE is wearing them. Because then it's a fashion trend. And that's bad.

 

Why is it cool to be bisexual? Nothing against them whatsoever, but why is it that suddenly every second person I meet is 'bi'? Everyone can't be bi, think of what that would do to the population! Sexuality is NOT a fashion trend. If you are you are, if you're not, you're not. Don't fucking pretend.

 

And what d they do in the really BIG algebraic expressions when they run out of letters? There might be more than 26 unknowns, what then?

 

I think I'm done.

 

See, this is what happens when I stop going out. I THINK. Which alwys produces some interesting results. Well. Maybe not interesting. Whatever, I'm rambling.

 

 

Stupid bus whore story. Exciting? I thought so.

 

Yeah, anyway. Theres a little kid who catches my bus, she's like six, and all the perky kids have taken it upon themselves to be her 'friend'. Why? I haven't a clue. Maybe it makes them feel better about themselves.

 

But anyway. Today they decided they wanted to set her up with this OTHER little kid on the bus, and so the whole trip they're going around announcing that Jane* and Timmy* are going out, omg socute, blah blah blah.

 

And the poor kid is so distraught, she's sitting there sniffing, and all the perky kids are huddling around her going 'Whats wrong, I thought you liked him, don't you want to go out with him?'

 

And I'm there thinking, shes fucking six years old, she isn't OLD enough to like someone! She barely knows that going out IS! Why the hell would they put that on her?

 

It just bugs me. There's enough ten year olds running around in obscene t-shirt slogans (See previous entry), we don't NEED any more kids, God forbid six year olds worrying about boyfriends. Fuck.

 

In other news.

 

In a pissy mood lately, lets not go into details, drama drama drama, etcetera.

 

And yeah.

 

(*Name changed 'cause they're only little and yeah)