Long, long, entry.
I actually had a reasonably normal day today. Check this shit out.
Okay, so, I wake up to go to Saturday School, 'cos I've been late to Ms. Alexander's class too many times. Even though she gets in after me every day. Bastards just telling her I'm late. Whatever, it's not like it's a huge deal, I needed to study for finals. I get there, at, like, fuckin', 7.50, and the doors are locked. Tough shit, I get suspended first week of Sophomore year. So, then I'm off to bass lessons, where Matt and I listened to "Tommy the Cat", and decided that nobody on Earth could play it except Les Claypool, because he wrote it and is probably the only person who knows what the hell he's doing in that song. So, blah blah blah, get haircut, etc, etc. Get home, finish the four hours of make-up studying that I had to do for missing Saturday School. Oh well.
Farther down the line, at the time this is being written, I've got Nicole launching into a tirade on me for giving her a compliment, among other things.
Xanderbean 69: 'afternoon. How'd rehearsals go?
bellezza cascata: It was auditions.
Xanderbean 69: that's what I meant. Bleah
bellezza cascata: You would think that since you stalk some of my company, you would get it right.
Xanderbean 69: Stalk?
bellezza cascata: stalk
Xanderbean 69: -blinks- okayyyyyyyyyyyyyy. I take it that means they weren't very good.
bellezza cascata: as in: don't know shit about
Xanderbean 69: which members? Not like I feel like debating anything, I'd just like to know
bellezza cascata: you're not helping yourself.
$20 to anyone who has any clue what the hell is going on there.
Xanderbean 69: I imagine you did better than you think
bellezza cascata: do not speak of what you do not know
Xanderbean 69: note the use of the word "imagine"
bellezza cascata: it doesn't do well for one's character
bellezza cascata: I was there
bellezza cascata: and concious
bellezza cascata: and aware of what I was doing
bellezza cascata: and they sucked
Xanderbean 69: Xanderbean 69: I imagine you did better than you think
Xanderbean 69: which was simply meant to say
bellezza cascata: do not think otherwise because you've never seen me dance
bellezza cascata: AND YOU HAVE NEVER MET ME
bellezza cascata: which means you don't know what type of a person I am and how good of a dancer I am.
Xanderbean 69: -grinds teeth- can't people just take a compliment anymore? Jeeee-zus.
bellezza cascata: I'd appreciate if you didn't attempt to compliment on what you don't know anything about
Xanderbean 69: Then I'll take that to mind and keep my mouth shut next time I want to be friendly.
bellezza cascata: your compliments go in one ear and out the other because you don't know me, you've never met me (never will), and you have no idea what kind of dancer I am
bellezza cascata: and you have no source to find out
bellezza cascata: false hope and compliments that are somewhat offending are not appealing
bellezza cascata: thank you very much.
Same situation, but involving $40. Then I find out she's watching the Drama Queen show maximus, Degrassi. Ah, this is where they get it from.
Seriously, I've been having some revelations, here. They've been going on for awhile, I just figured I'd bring it up while I was on the subject of unnecessary drama. So many people are always complaining about how nobody likes them, how the world has turned and left them there (mad props to Weezer, yo), blah, blah, blah. Then you think to yourself, "Hmm, they seem sad. I guess I'd better be nice to them."
BWAAAAAAK. WRONG.
Problem is, there's a reason no one likes people like that. It's because they're assholes. They decide they're too busy being sad about how much their life sucks to hang out with us common folk, [Quote from Teschno and the Table: They think they're all high and mighty. Suckin' dick, squeezin' titties, not enough time to hang out with kids who have morals. Morals. Ha. I hate morals. What a bunch of faggots, moral kids. Let's all be cool, like them. We can kill ourselves and do intravenous drugs and dye our hair purple! LET'S BE COOL AND REBEL AGAINST COOL PEOPLE!]. Seriously, it's bullshit like this that makes school shootings happen.
Another thing is kind of like this. My ex-friends. I'll read their livejournals or whatever, and they'll be complaining about how they don't have any friends left. HMMM, here's a good idea, ass-hat. Maybe you shouldn't have ditched them all. You know how many times I've been blown off without reason? A lot. You know how many times that person got really really sad afterward? An almost equally large number. I'm not giving myself credit, saying that they can't live without me, or whatever. But I do find it funny that the only reason people are so sad is because they're mean to everyone. So all you fuckers who cry yourselves to sleep every night?
Quit Bitching. It's your own fault, and no one really cares anyway.
Man, I've been needing to get that out of my system for months. Phew.
Love you all,
-Xan
PS: Stop deleting my comments. It's not polite. You know who you are.