Disappointed...
Anthony thinks I am too Upland. So if you're not from Upland, it basically means racist, materialistic and superior. I'm from the valley and if you think I always say "like", you are a dumb shit. The following things I will say most likely will sound awful, but then again, when do I say things that are otherwise?
I'm not really racist, I just think it's hilarious to make fun of people (especially porch monkeys) and if you don't consider unattractive people a race, then fine, I am also prejudice. I'm asian! I make fun of other asians too, it's not something to get butthurt from. If you don't understand that, then it really must be an Upland thing and I'm not sorry at all.
I was telling Jeanette (J.Z) and Nicki ((Nigger Nicole)she's not a nigger) about why half of Anthony doesn't like me and J.Z. says something along the lines of he seems to be "confronting my person" or something like that, I can't remember because later that night I got so drunk with my girls.
It was a somewhat wild night that consisted of liquid cocaine, lap dances, three way kisses and dancing like lesbians on the platform when I can't even dance well. We're going to The Boogie in Anaheim this Saturday, so if any of you faggots are near, come and dance with me, I'm sure to make your dance moves look great because mine only consists of one retarded move.
I want somebody. I want a guy that wants a relationship. A serious one that I can do anything with and he won't judge me because of the things I like and the people I hang out with. I guess it comes with the territory, but this is my paragraph and I will write whatever I damn well please. Oh and another thing, I can't stop cursing. It's so ugly, I hate cursing.
I don't care what you drive, what your house looks like, just as long as you are a gentlemen, pays for everything (almost, unless I offer, which I usually do). I want you to smell nice and that goes for your breath as well. Shave, not too thin, talented in many things and these are the minimum requirements. I actually prefer loners, nerds, goofy guys with intelligence. This is going to sound a little out there and maybe a bit too specific, but someone who will play ultimate frisbee with me, tackle football on the beach, hook up our computers next to each other and play computer games, connect 6 x boxes together in a room filled with televisions and play Halo, someone I can read next to, someone that I can share whatever I want to say, no matter how stupid and/or ridiculous it will sound and he won't critisize me.
Do you ever think that one of these people that you talk online with or read their journals...do you ever think that one of them could be the right one for you? Maybe they are so far away and in time amongst all the relationships, test taking, parties, hang overs and other distractions that you have, you always tend to think of this one person? I want to go to Harleysville. I want love somebody and goddamnit, I want to take your virginity. GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRAAAAARRR. Sometimes when I am all alone, I don't know what to think and when I don't know what to think, I'll sit by my lonesome with nothing to say and nothing to write and before I get up; No, nothing is wrong because I'm so use to nothing being wrong that when nothing is wrong, it really means something is wrong, but that's just life and I'm not a very happy person sometimes.
I'm not really racist, I just think it's hilarious to make fun of people (especially porch monkeys) and if you don't consider unattractive people a race, then fine, I am also prejudice. I'm asian! I make fun of other asians too, it's not something to get butthurt from. If you don't understand that, then it really must be an Upland thing and I'm not sorry at all.
I was telling Jeanette (J.Z) and Nicki ((Nigger Nicole)she's not a nigger) about why half of Anthony doesn't like me and J.Z. says something along the lines of he seems to be "confronting my person" or something like that, I can't remember because later that night I got so drunk with my girls.
It was a somewhat wild night that consisted of liquid cocaine, lap dances, three way kisses and dancing like lesbians on the platform when I can't even dance well. We're going to The Boogie in Anaheim this Saturday, so if any of you faggots are near, come and dance with me, I'm sure to make your dance moves look great because mine only consists of one retarded move.
I want somebody. I want a guy that wants a relationship. A serious one that I can do anything with and he won't judge me because of the things I like and the people I hang out with. I guess it comes with the territory, but this is my paragraph and I will write whatever I damn well please. Oh and another thing, I can't stop cursing. It's so ugly, I hate cursing.
I don't care what you drive, what your house looks like, just as long as you are a gentlemen, pays for everything (almost, unless I offer, which I usually do). I want you to smell nice and that goes for your breath as well. Shave, not too thin, talented in many things and these are the minimum requirements. I actually prefer loners, nerds, goofy guys with intelligence. This is going to sound a little out there and maybe a bit too specific, but someone who will play ultimate frisbee with me, tackle football on the beach, hook up our computers next to each other and play computer games, connect 6 x boxes together in a room filled with televisions and play Halo, someone I can read next to, someone that I can share whatever I want to say, no matter how stupid and/or ridiculous it will sound and he won't critisize me.
Do you ever think that one of these people that you talk online with or read their journals...do you ever think that one of them could be the right one for you? Maybe they are so far away and in time amongst all the relationships, test taking, parties, hang overs and other distractions that you have, you always tend to think of this one person? I want to go to Harleysville. I want love somebody and goddamnit, I want to take your virginity. GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRAAAAARRR. Sometimes when I am all alone, I don't know what to think and when I don't know what to think, I'll sit by my lonesome with nothing to say and nothing to write and before I get up; No, nothing is wrong because I'm so use to nothing being wrong that when nothing is wrong, it really means something is wrong, but that's just life and I'm not a very happy person sometimes.