I'm going to take that as flattery for some reason. You trying not to look stupid.
...maybe? Just maybe. It's the peircings. I get that look too. But you look creepier then me. I'm more cute little harmless emo punk and you're more scary metalcore goth.
If someone was spamming my journal with their lame ness, I'd knee them.
For the few people I've spoken to, you are one of the more intelligant, which to me is something actually hard to find now a days. And I know for a fact half the shit I say is like so fucking retarded, and so I try when actually speaking with you, not to make myself sound or seem even stupider.
I get a lot of weird ass looks for the ten peircings, no one has said their afraid of me, well unless you count one chick in school who had to asked if I hated her because I guess I just glare a lot.
And I don't care who's doing what to my journal, for that matter, I don't care about much of anything that happens.
I was talking to Rachel on the phone, and she was like, yeah, I try not to look dumb in front of you. And I'm all, what the shit, I say lame stuff all the time. I don't know why people think they have to prove something like intelligence to me, when I don't really come off as that smart of a person in my opinion. But I guess when you compare me to most of the jack asses on the internet, I'm a fucking genuis.
normal person + internet + total anonymity= completefuckingdouchebag.
Apparently. I don't smile. Which automatically means I'm in a bad mood according to the bad mood patrol. If I had a dollar for everytime some random person stopped me in the corridors at school and asked what was wrong, I'd buy my own digital camera instead of hocking one off Sara.
I'm obsessive compulsive and hate it when things don't run on schedual. Which is only semi relevant to journal commenting, but you know how it goes. it's two nineteen in the morning and I still have no life.
I don't think it's they want to impress you, I think it's just they. Well. Now that I'm thinking about it, maybe they do want to impress you in the sense they don't want to be looked down upon, or something like that. I have no idea if I'm making sense anymore, I just know that muscle relaxers and half a bottle of Boones Farm don't mix well.
I smile, a lot. People say I don't. They expect me to smile with teeth and all, which to me is more like, here's my teeth, wanna punch them out. But I just get asked if I hate people, which I've learned to stop laughing at people when they ask, especially people who are supposed to be my friends, and assume because I'm not like fondling them I don't like them.
Everyone thinks I have OCD because I like freak if something is wrong, like, if there's something not in the right spot facing the right way in my room, or just like all this different shit, like washing, I touch something and I need to sanatize my hands, and then waash them, repeat about 4 times. I just think I'm anal about things.
What I wonder is, do I really come off as the kind of person that would look down on someone? It's not like an elite group of people I'll hang out with. Even people I think are stupid, I treat decently. I'm really a nice person, I just don't talk much. I prefer writing it down.
You're doing better then me. I don't smile very much. It's just not my thing. I express amusement or happiness other ways. it's just a sterotype. If you dress a certian way you're depressed, dress another way, you're always cheerful, whatever. Teenage politics.
I've been diagnosed with so much shit I don't know what I have anymore, half the time. Maybe. We just like washing our hands. Do they ever think about that?
No, not to me you don't. But a lot of strange throughts and so forth go through everyones head and they like to think as they want. A lot of people have spent their lives having everyone look down on them, because they are young or because they aren't as smart as someone else, and so it's something that just kinda sticks
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...maybe? Just maybe. It's the peircings. I get that look too. But you look creepier then me. I'm more cute little harmless emo punk and you're more scary metalcore goth.
If someone was spamming my journal with their lame ness, I'd knee them.
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I get a lot of weird ass looks for the ten peircings, no one has said their afraid of me, well unless you count one chick in school who had to asked if I hated her because I guess I just glare a lot.
And I don't care who's doing what to my journal, for that matter, I don't care about much of anything that happens.
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normal person + internet + total anonymity= completefuckingdouchebag.
Apparently. I don't smile. Which automatically means I'm in a bad mood according to the bad mood patrol. If I had a dollar for everytime some random person stopped me in the corridors at school and asked what was wrong, I'd buy my own digital camera instead of hocking one off Sara.
I'm obsessive compulsive and hate it when things don't run on schedual. Which is only semi relevant to journal commenting, but you know how it goes. it's two nineteen in the morning and I still have no life.
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I smile, a lot. People say I don't. They expect me to smile with teeth and all, which to me is more like, here's my teeth, wanna punch them out. But I just get asked if I hate people, which I've learned to stop laughing at people when they ask, especially people who are supposed to be my friends, and assume because I'm not like fondling them I don't like them.
Everyone thinks I have OCD because I like freak if something is wrong, like, if there's something not in the right spot facing the right way in my room, or just like all this different shit, like washing, I touch something and I need to sanatize my hands, and then waash them, repeat about 4 times. I just think I'm anal about things.
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You're doing better then me. I don't smile very much. It's just not my thing. I express amusement or happiness other ways. it's just a sterotype. If you dress a certian way you're depressed, dress another way, you're always cheerful, whatever. Teenage politics.
I've been diagnosed with so much shit I don't know what I have anymore, half the time. Maybe. We just like washing our hands. Do they ever think about that?
...losers.
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