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Holaaaaa!!!! Lol.

“People throw rocks at things that shine.” -Taylor Swift

People throw rocks at whatever they want. -The Truth

I don’t want to talk to anybody right now.
I wish my family actually HAD moved to Florida. The only plus here is that the Flyers practice near here.
I don’t even believe my friends to like me. They all think I’m a bitch and most of it is for reasons unknown.
Last night, something happened that wasn’t necessary at all and it pisses me off to the extreme. I apologize that I hadn’t been there for that person, but what they did back to me hurt very bad and I’m really surprised that that’s how they deal with a simple miscommunication.
Also, all of my friends believe that I cause every little pint of drama.
I will admit that I’m a bitch. There. Will that fix everything? Life would be easier if I had a fresh start.
Not to mention, there are no good-looking guys in my school that don’t do drugs. Maybe I’ll just ask to switch schools. But I’m done.
If I seem dramatic to you, WHATEVER!!! You don’t know what I’m going through because I don’t tell you or anyone.
I deal with my own problems. Maybe not the best way, but I do.
I always feel like I’m that person that has to crack jokes and be happy and funny. I feel like I can’t ever be the one who’s just upset. And it angers me. I feel sad too sometimes. And the one time I acknowledge it, people immediately brush it off. I want to talk about myself for once, and even if that’s selfish, why can’t I?!
To all my friends who are probably reading this, I’m sorry that I’m a bitch and I’m sorry that you guys don’t like my personality. You don’t have to deal with me anymore.
Bye.

Basically done with the world. Everyone in it are assholes and hoes. People will backstab you faster than they cut their chicken. And friends will eventually turn into bitchy, drama sluts. Done and done.
Not to mention, if I wanna have an opinion, I fucking will.
People are over-exaggerating dumbasses. Like, in all honesty, just shut the fuck up.
I’m beyond pissed right now. Beyond angry, beyond livid, beyond any other synonym for mad. And another thing, if you have something to say, SAY IT TO MY FUCKING FACE.
So many douchebags and sluts at school, I’m so done with all of them. Screw everyone.
At this point, I’m not even going to say my fun slogan because bitches will be bitches.
Good-bye for another couple of weeks. Can’t even stand to go on here or any other social-networking site right now.
Au revoir.
Aussi, fous le camp!!
Salope!

Queue?!
What. The. Fuck. Is a “Queue”?????
Tell me because this unknown section of Tumblr is a continuous mystery to me.
Meh.

Hey, look at that. I’m still alive. I used to blog like everyday. For a total of 3 days. So I guess it wasn’t everyday. Just accept it and move on, okay!?
Anyway, that title is quite jarring. If I were a random citizen just browsing through my dashboard, I would be quite jarred. If that’s even able to be past tense. But it is now.
So I just realized that I have serious paranoia for toilet bowls being left open. (Even though I have serious paranoia for just about everything). Everytime I go to the bathroom, I just check the toilet seat for like 5 minutes and make sure it’s down and I have to touch it so I know I’m not imagining it there. I need serious help and/or medication.
I just start imagining me falling in and I just get weirded out and I’m thinking, “What if I get sucked down the toilet?!” I really need to go on some meds. =\
In addition to my toilet bowl trauma, the Flyers won. Which was so exciting. We have officially beat the Penguins twice and we might win this!!! Playoff games are seriously intense. Although, Crosby —sorry Crysby— is a bigger fucking baby than Briere. I think he took himself out of the game or just stopped trying all together when he finally got a penalty. Considering he gets away with every dirty play he makes, it was very amusing to see him get caught. The little bastard.
I can’t stand Briere though. I’m not sexist, but I’m pretty sure they only let men play in the NHL; and therefore, Briere should not be in there. He probably has a smaller dick than my dog….who is a female. This one game, he gets checked by some other bastard that’s irrelevant to my story, and instead of getting up and fighting like a FUCKING MAN, he skates off and crys and skips the next three games. Like, GROW A PAIR!!! Clearly your parents are blind, and so were the doctors, when they classified you as a male, considering you hurt your vagina every freakin’ game. Granted, sometimes he has these awesome games where I actually WANT to respect him, but then he just fucks it up with his pedophile face and rapist voice. The first playoff game against the Penguins, Briere almost had a hat trick and he played fairly well. However, this game he did nothing. There was one point where some Penguin bitch-nut just trucked him into a wall. It was probably the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. I should’ve got that guy’s name because I would respect him a little bit, unless it was Crysby.
So there’s my little recap of my life. I obviously am not doing anything but watching the playoffs and critizing Briere in every game, and sitting home and doing nothing. I think I went so rogue on that hockey rant, but you can stay sane if you wish. Peace brotherin.

P.S. Claude Giroux = the top of my fuck list/my husband SO BACK THE FUCK OF HOEBAGZZ!!!!

My dad and I are Wookiees. Our Wookiee language is so fluent, it’s Sithing awesome. I’m so creative and only about 2 people will even get that.