Loverlies of mine, I hope you're doing well.
Wow, that totally sounded like a line out of Hamlet or something.
EWWWW. Hamlet. So I definitely failed that test today.
Bleck.
I think I may have gotten a 2 for putting my name on it.
MAYBE.
Possibly.
But I'm not for sure.
Either way, I didn't do that well.
So yeah.
Welcome to getting another B in English.
I mean, can someone please explain to me how I can get an A in SPANISH, but not ENGLISH?
I speak ENGLISH.
Like, its my native language.
And yet, I can get an A in a language that is not my native language.
SPANISH.
I mean, I'm not complaining.
But still.
It's on a whole new level of ridiculous.
I'm jamming right now.
Casanovaaaaa.
Old School Jam.
But I love it.
My mom and dad both love it^infinity.
It's great.
By Gerald Levert.
Jammmmmmmmmmmm.
Wes is good.
Mom is good.
Step-loser is... step-loser.
And everything and everyone else is doing pretty good.
It's hard to believe that on Sunday, it will have been two weeks.
Wow.
Sorry for continually bringing that up in my blogs.
It just hurts really bad I guess.
Its like consuming a part of my brain.
And my heart.
But whatever.
Enough depression.
Winston is still a jerk.
Okay, so yesterday at school.
For example.
I felt my sugar dropping, so I went to the snack machine and got a honey bun.
And OF COURSE he sits at the end where I have to slide past him to get out to leave the room.
And OF COURSE he was leaning back in his chair where I couldn't get through without asking him to move.
So I said "Excuse me" and he just looked at me and slid his chair up.
Then I came back from the snack machine and he was still leaning back in his chair.
So I said "Excuse me" again.
And again, he glared at me and moved his chair.
So then about 15 minutes or so later I got up to put the little plastic wrapper in the trash.
And he was STILL leaning back in his chair.
So I said "Excuse me" again.
And you know what happened.
So then after I walked to the trash can and back, he had already leaned back in his chair that quickly.
So of course I had to say "Excuse me" one more time.
And he just looked at me again and slid his chair up.
But while he did so, he said something under his breath.
Wanna know what he said?
Would you like to know?
"Damn, you need to either find a new seat or stop eating so much".
EXCUSE THE FUCK OUT OF ME, MISTER, BUT EITHER YOU NEED TO STOP BEING A JERK OR MOVE BACK TO NEW YORK SINCE YOU LOVE IT SO DAMN MUCH!
And take your nonchalant, son of a bitch, know-it-all, cold-hearted dad back with you.
You can leave your mom and sister.
They're the only nice ones out of your entire family.
So thanks, not nice knowing you.
Goodbye, bitch.
THEN, of all things.
Today I was sitting down talking to Aiden in the computer lab.
And Britney walks in.
And she was talking to Aiden and I about getting our licenses.
And I explained that I could have my license if it weren't for Winston.
And him taking driving group un-necessarily when he can't even get his license until May.
When I could have had mine in January.
So then Aiden looks at me.
And he looks really sad all of a sudden.
And then that expression of sadness turns into one of fury as his corneas ignite in a field of fire.
I was mildly horrified, I must say.
And he turns to me and says, "Allie, I want to tell you something, but I feel like if I do I'll be betraying my friendship with someone else".
And I asked if it was Winston.
He said yes.
I said oh.
He said "Well, I don't care. You're my better friend and I care about your feelings much more than I do his."
I smiled.
He lets out this SuperMegaMexicanGrandeSized^Infinity sigh.
And looks me deep in my eyes.
And says.
"Yesterday, Winston made me so mad. He was mad because you kept having to get past him to go to the snack machine and trash can and whatnot. He looks at me and says "Someone needs to get that bitch a tractor-trailer full of Twinkies, a big dumpster, and a big keg of root beer so she'll never have to get by me again. All those honeybuns are going straight to her ass and I can't scoot up to this table much farther before I become a part of it, so she's gonna have to move because I'm annoyed and she's as fat as hell".
I thought I was going to explode.
Britney came over to me and massaged my shoulders in an effort to get me to calm down.
Aiden looked worried.
I got so mad I could have punched a hole right through the wall I was next to.
I thanked Aiden for telling me and gave him a hug.
Then Britney a hug.
And walked out.
I was so pissed, a toilet looked at me and said "daaaaaaaaaaamn, way to take all of my business".
Okay so that was majorly lame, but you get the idea.
Point is, Winston is the biggest jerk ever and just needs to drop it.
Before I drop an A-bomb on his head.
So yeah.
Take that.
I mean I know I shouldn't have let it bother me.
Because I'm over him.
I really am.
Wes and I are totally and madly in love, and Winston doesn't stand a chance of coming between that.
But still, it just hurts to think that I was ever even slightly interested in that jerk.
May I just say,
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Yeah, that about does it.
Well enough anger and depression for one post I suppose.
SHABBA!
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