Few things been bothering me.
One. You know how school is? Its school. But sometimes you wonder about the people around you. Like maybe you could care less about what other people think, but does it not get to you, when people you don't even know make a rude comment on what your doing ? Or what your wearing? Today was the first time since 8th grade (I'm a sophomore now) that I've decided to wear my hair down and natural. I didn't straighten it, I didn't put it up. I just left it the way it dries, because the only persons opinion who matters is yourself. And if I could just say, I thought it looked fine. Its wavy like 80thousand% of the rest of the world. And its amusing how the people you thought would never even look in your direction decided to look at you today. Out of all days. I'm in bio, and she turns and asked me what i did to my hair. I just said its in its natural state, why? Shes blunt, like any other whore in Memorial High School, It looks bad And she turns in her seat and continues her conversation with the girl next to her. First off, where do you come off talking to me like you're my best friend? Second, have you seen your hair? At least I don't plaster my baby hair to my fucking forehead. Its just like where the fuck were you born to even come out and say something so rude? Whats this economy come to?
Second. You know its common where I live to hear at least one person that's 60 years older than you to call out to you something like Cutie, Linda, How you doing? or, Oh my favorite Mami Really have you not noticed I'm like 15 years old? I don't really pay mind to those, But there are those few cracked out ones. The ones who go out of they're way to get your attention. Today I was walking to my boyfriends school to pick him up like I usually do. And as usual, I had my iPod blasting out my ears. And he says something. I ignored it. But he goes out of his way to step in front of me, he was literally 2 inches away from my face. And says something along the lines of Hey cutie, whats your name? I had to really dodge this guy to make a slick move around him. But really, where did these people grow up that they think they can just walk around thinking a 15 year old kid is really gonna stop and give they're name to a 27 year old? I don't know. But really, it's gotta stop. I don't take it as a compliment, I actual get a bit uncomfortable and irritated with something like that from past experiences. Something that's been on my mind.
Third. So back to the high school stuff. You know those cute little girls who plaster their baby hair to their forehead, wear jeans tighter than they're own clit, and have the need to match everything with the most ridiculous and obnoxious colors. Like yellow and red. or Green and Purple. What the fuck are you? Ronald Mcdonald? A fucking ninja turtle? Go back to pre-k are class and learn what colors do match buddy. But on with it. You know how they are. They think they're all tough and stuff, but when it comes down to it, they back off. Well one of my so called used to be friends decided Hey i'm going to go off on you right now, and call you a bitch hoe cunt slut because I you never returned my jeans i let you borrrow last week. So we're in the middle of the street, I'm talking to her sister, whom i used to be very close to as well, and I made a remark to her friend You talk pretty loud, I'm surprised people dont find that annoying. The next second I'm listening to this 4 foot 6" girl yell at me like shes my mother. Shes going off about random stuff like how I'm a sucky friend (last time I checked you aren't an angel yourself) She calls me immature. I'm 15. Last I recall, I shouldn't be anymore immature you than you are. Haha, Its amusing. And she keeps going, and to just clear it out now, I'm 100% against fighting me myself. If someone wants to go fight someone else, that's they're life, not mine. Its not that I don't know how to fight, its that I just feel that it doesn't solve anything on my part, and I doubt it does on theirs. But now all out of the blue she wants to fight me. On top of the fact that she's screaming at the top of lard in the midst of the street and the lights above us, there's people staring. So I kept walking, I didn't say a word. Now she has the need to "whisper" at her loudest how I'm a bitch. That makes sense? So I turn around and told her to grow up, because the immaturity is definitely not attractive, sorry to break it to you. Nor is the rest of her outfit, but I wasn't gonna stoop down to her level. She calls me a puss and everything else in the Oh not so original book of names to call people. I went home, and stayed home. The next day at school, I left her pants with her brother. And later that night she sends me a text something along the lines of Bitch, you better pay me 42 dollars or wash my pants. I thought that was cute, it really was. I told her she can wash them, she has a washing machine. I'm sure her tiny brain could handle it. Of course, she goes off once again.The point of this was, basically how stupid people sound when they say they want to fuck you up through text. and they really don't mean a word they just said, Because when they see you in school, they don't even dare to look in your direction. They think they're the toughest thing behind their little keyboards typing they're little fingers away with the best comeback they could come up with. Really? How old are we again? We're not in 2nd grade anymore, I didn't steal your cookie.
Just stuff I needed to get off my mind.
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