Since teriberri21 is being a huge ass NAG about me writing a real entry (as opposed to memes and stuff taken from other journals), I am writing this to shut her little Californian carrot top pie hole
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Oops, that was supposed to be you! You're unknown!! *lol* I'll go fix it.
He's asking me about everything! I don't even know where to start. And sometimes he'll ask pointless questions, like "How come your skin is a weird color?" and it would make me want to strangle him.
Yeah, you've obviously never seen me dance!
Hey, I like that, 'silently spazzing out'. I've never thought of myself spazzing out, but I probably was! And he was a tall guy too, so I couldn't wiggle out if I tried. If you concentrated real hard, I bet you could see the stink lines (of frustration) coming out of the top of my head.
Wow, that's really stupid. I'm so sorry that you have a ...strange brother. But I feel your pain. Sometimes, I wish that I was blessed with a sister. Having an older brother sucks ass just as much as a younger one.
Neither do I. It's one of the reasons why I don't go to dances. Apart from hating to get all dressed up, socializing with people I don't like and listening to crappy music from the daranged but supposedly "in touch with good music" DJ, I cannot dance to save my life.
Lol, I can so imagine that! I'm so sorry. I love hugs. I guess I can identify with your problem with my hatred for people who invade my space. I hate it when people I'm not comfy with or don't know at all go into my space. "I mean, there's reason why I decided to stand two feet away from you pal, don't move into my space!" Sometimes, I wish I can just yell that.
Hm, I dunno. I always thought an older brother would leave you alone more. Ugh, I don't think I could handle a sister. It would be even harder to dodge personal questions!
Heh, it's okay. The only dances I've been to are the ones in junior high they forced us to go to (during school hours, no less). In high school, I went to one, because I had to get my volunteer hours (manning the coat check).
Oh yeah! I hate it when people infringe in my personal space. There is a reason why I don't sidle up to every person I walk by and try to exchange bodily odours with them.
Nope, brothers are brothers. They suck. For example, the one time you know who called, I was half-spazzing out, because I knew my brother had the ability to just barge into the conversation. He does that everytime. I could be talking to my friend Lara, and he'd just pick up the phone and interrupt everything.
I've only been to two dances. One in sixth grade and one in eighth. The sixth grade one was out of curiousity, and it sucked. The music sucked, my friends were spazzing out, because they wanted to dance with boys, and all I wanted to do was go home. The eight grade one.. well I already told you what happened then.
What! That's so rude of your brother! Just picking up the phone like that? I would never do that, unless it was an emergency! That reminds me, my brother used to do that too. Good thing it's easy to tell if someone is on the line, cause usually there's that inevitable 'click'.
*lol* Well, what else would you do at a sixth grade dance besides wanting to dance with boys? Ohh...that made me remember something else. We used to have this lip synching thing at our elementary school, and people would go up on stage with instruments or whatever, then lip synch to the music. But we were forbidden to do any slow songs, because the authority figures thought the older students would start slow dancing and it would make bad impressions on the little kids!
Honestly, I don't know how some people cannot smell the malodorous scent coming from their body! And they're usually the ones moving around and touching you and stuff...
Unfortunately, the phone in my brother's room doesn't make that "click" sound. He can just easily pick it up and invade my conversations.
Hm.. I guess. I don't know, I just never really had the urge to dance with guys. *shrugs* Or dance for that matter. Lol, that's so cute. We never did at my school.
Gross. If that happens, I'll look pissed off. Then the creepy, smelly ones will stay away.
*lol* Oh, I've had urges to dance. But only in the privacy of my own room. Well, maybe once or twice in at my graduation. ;) Hm, from my experience, dancing with guys isn't all that, or maybe it's because I've never danced with one I've really liked. Once, this guy wouldn't let go at the end of the dance! I had to wretch myself out of this grasp (gracefully, and nicely). But the nice thing about dancing with a guy is being held at the moment, I guess. Hm, I think that's sorta like a hug, but I don't get that close.
Hee hee. What if those creepy, smelly rats don't have a clue and they come near you anyway? Will your pissed off look shoot death rays at any that come within 10 feet?
I know it's horrible. Last night, my friend Lara and I had a really long conversation. I was worried he was going to just barge in so I took both of the cordless phones. I would tell you what we talked about but I can't say it on here. If you're online later, I'll tell you.
Lol! Aww, creepy, but kind of cute. I guess the whole being held thing is nice. It is one of those girly things that were installed into our minds since day one.
Hm... I never thought of that. I guess I'll just have pepper spray.
*lol* Hey, that was a good idea, taking both the cordless! Unfortunately, we have a phone downstairs that isn't cordless, so I can't control that one. Oh!! I'm online now! Where are yooouuu?????
Yeah, I guess that's the ONE girly thing about me. Hee hee.
Whoa, then you can have the pleasure of watching those creeps writhe under the pain of such a powerful spray...
Sorry about your brother. What exactly is he asking you about?
"[DANCE] : Like a psycho." Lol! That made me laugh!
Lol, some guy hugged you. I can so imagine you just standing there, silently spazzing out. You probably wanted to shove the guy away. Lol!
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He's asking me about everything! I don't even know where to start. And sometimes he'll ask pointless questions, like "How come your skin is a weird color?" and it would make me want to strangle him.
Yeah, you've obviously never seen me dance!
Hey, I like that, 'silently spazzing out'. I've never thought of myself spazzing out, but I probably was! And he was a tall guy too, so I couldn't wiggle out if I tried. If you concentrated real hard, I bet you could see the stink lines (of frustration) coming out of the top of my head.
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Neither do I. It's one of the reasons why I don't go to dances. Apart from hating to get all dressed up, socializing with people I don't like and listening to crappy music from the daranged but supposedly "in touch with good music" DJ, I cannot dance to save my life.
Lol, I can so imagine that! I'm so sorry. I love hugs. I guess I can identify with your problem with my hatred for people who invade my space. I hate it when people I'm not comfy with or don't know at all go into my space. "I mean, there's reason why I decided to stand two feet away from you pal, don't move into my space!" Sometimes, I wish I can just yell that.
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Heh, it's okay. The only dances I've been to are the ones in junior high they forced us to go to (during school hours, no less). In high school, I went to one, because I had to get my volunteer hours (manning the coat check).
Oh yeah! I hate it when people infringe in my personal space. There is a reason why I don't sidle up to every person I walk by and try to exchange bodily odours with them.
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I've only been to two dances. One in sixth grade and one in eighth. The sixth grade one was out of curiousity, and it sucked. The music sucked, my friends were spazzing out, because they wanted to dance with boys, and all I wanted to do was go home. The eight grade one.. well I already told you what happened then.
Ew, body odor. Say no more. Gross, gross, gross.
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*lol* Well, what else would you do at a sixth grade dance besides wanting to dance with boys? Ohh...that made me remember something else. We used to have this lip synching thing at our elementary school, and people would go up on stage with instruments or whatever, then lip synch to the music. But we were forbidden to do any slow songs, because the authority figures thought the older students would start slow dancing and it would make bad impressions on the little kids!
Honestly, I don't know how some people cannot smell the malodorous scent coming from their body! And they're usually the ones moving around and touching you and stuff...
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Hm.. I guess. I don't know, I just never really had the urge to dance with guys. *shrugs* Or dance for that matter. Lol, that's so cute. We never did at my school.
Gross. If that happens, I'll look pissed off. Then the creepy, smelly ones will stay away.
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*lol* Oh, I've had urges to dance. But only in the privacy of my own room. Well, maybe once or twice in at my graduation. ;) Hm, from my experience, dancing with guys isn't all that, or maybe it's because I've never danced with one I've really liked. Once, this guy wouldn't let go at the end of the dance! I had to wretch myself out of this grasp (gracefully, and nicely). But the nice thing about dancing with a guy is being held at the moment, I guess. Hm, I think that's sorta like a hug, but I don't get that close.
Hee hee. What if those creepy, smelly rats don't have a clue and they come near you anyway? Will your pissed off look shoot death rays at any that come within 10 feet?
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Lol! Aww, creepy, but kind of cute. I guess the whole being held thing is nice. It is one of those girly things that were installed into our minds since day one.
Hm... I never thought of that. I guess I'll just have pepper spray.
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Yeah, I guess that's the ONE girly thing about me. Hee hee.
Whoa, then you can have the pleasure of watching those creeps writhe under the pain of such a powerful spray...
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Lol! Well it's their fault for invading my space. Those creeps!
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Ah! Now we're starting to sound like those people who are intolerant of differences in others! I. Must. Be. Nice......
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