apparently nothing on this site really has the tags Big Dicked Bandit. I should probably put more pictures of myself on here i suppose, except they keep taking them all and putting them in abercrombie and holister stores, gotta stop walking in the woods with my shirt off i suppose…
This girl… She’s playing hard to get. I sent her like 30 messages on facebook chat, and she won’t respond. I’m not even like creeping on her yet or anything. Instead she’s posting her reply on tumblr, explaining to everyone what I’ve been telling her. She doesn’t realize I’ma get it, and it’ll be the best 30 seconds of her life.
On the top of the agenda, NEW FOLLOWER! Hi Jak. Now for less important news, I think this chick Ivy has the hots for me. Her tumblr is full of hotnasty sex related stuff,that’s the first sign. Then today we asked to hang out with her and she said ok, even though she was already hanging out with a GIRL! Lastly, she was tickling Washington and Jak while I was there, totally trying to make me jealous or something. It worked a little, but then she caved in and started massaging my ears. Just can’t keep them off of me. I think she wants the d, but I hope she doesn’t start magically following me and reads this, might just ruin my chances.
This class is such bullshit, I’m gonna fail because Wunder wouldn’t let me switch into Math Studies, zzz. Went out with a bang, tried to do my best on that test today but being honorable about it and trying to stick through the class is just gonna fuck my GPA, Its bad enough i didn’t even get 1800 on my SAT, colleges are just gonna love seeing an F for my first quarter grade. FACK. Moving on, while i was thinking about math I came up with a formula to explain how evil it is, class is starting kiddies:
Take Math. This is our given. Time is our variable. The longer I stay in Math, the more time I waste, and we all know that time = money. Given that law, we are also aware that money is the root of all evil. So using the transitive property, i replace money with math, square it out and you get evil. They don’t teach you that shit in a textbook.
Went to homecoming tonight… Don’t ask me why the fuck I did that. The only reason that makes anything resembling sense is that I subconsciously like to make myself miserable. I don’t dance, I don’t enjoy it, I’m not good at it, I don’t like people being that far up in my personal space. I especially don’t like people bitching at me about not dancing. Just leave me be, if I wanna chill in the corner, then shit, do your own thing, I didn’t ask anyone to babysit me. I’m gonna have to go through this shit again when my mom forces me to go to prom too… Fanfuckingtastic
I cant do the coffeehouse today. Theres no external forces that are stopping me. The only thing stopping me from going is me. I cant bring myself to perform because I’m stuck in a mindset where I’m going to humiliate myself. I can go and openly do something humiliating in front of people and its not a problem for me, but when I’m trying to be serious and sincere a switch turns on in my head and I scare the fuck out of myself. I don’t want to even take the chance of humiliating myself right now, nothing could make me go there right now and play a song. Everyone assumes that I’m good at guitar and music etc. etc. except for me. If I go there, I’m gonna feel like I’m shit the entire time I’m performing, which in turn is going to make me actually sound like shit. I have no self-esteem when it comes to playing music, and it’s because I’m a lone wolf in a sense. Everyone else at this school that does music has a group of people they’re either in a band with or friends that do the same type of thing as them. Max has his bands, Bambao has the solo acoustic thing like Jerrilyn and Ann, Josh and AJ do their poppy teeny bopper music, but none of my friends that I hang out with regularly do music. They play LoL, or Xbox, or do stupid shit which I don’t condone and won’t go into detail about. More or less, I don’t have that support group everyone else does. I can’t bring myself to have a chance to embarass myself. I might be able to fight someone twice my size without a moment’s hesitation, but when it comes to playing guitar for people I’m a pussy. And my mom asks me why I don’t want to go to college for music anymore…