-my brother’s fucking stupid ass tumblr post.
The only fucking reason I treat him like that is because of him. He’s my older brother who thinks I have to respect him at all times, when really he doesn’t respect me at all. He has anger management. There’s no doubt about it. Even though he’s a fucking dumbass behind closed doors, people still like him. I don’t get that. How do you not see the word asshole written on his forehead? I’ve said this many times before, but I’m not the first one to call him that. Even my parents know about his attitude, they take that into consideration. I’m a sensitive person, do they take that into consideration? No. The only reason why he gets his way all the time is because of his big mouth. He knows what to say all the fucking time, and it annoys me. My parents fall for it, and I’m the blame. He thinks all his reasons are legit. That all of them are right. If he’s wrong, he’ll find a way to make himself right. Just admit that your wrong, and the other person is right. He’s bipolar. I wish someone would just diagnose him already. I’m just so fucking done with his crap. I hope he stays lonely till he’s 60. Dies because
of clogged arteriessomeone stabs him in the throat. I can’t wait till May/June when he graduates and leaves for college. I’ll take his room and stay there until I graduate.
Today was so BOMB, until I came home.
I felt so confident, for some reason. Like I wasn’t shy anymore..? Anyways, I think it started in 6th period.
Today was me and my partner’s day to present our PowerPoint that took us a day to make. We were probably the most prepared pairs out of the whole class. The teacher told us that the presentation had to be less than five minutes, and had to cut all the unnecessary crap out. So yeah, we were prepared. After our presentation, he said not bad. That means an A- to B grade.
After school, I was walking to a class to meet a friend who was getting extra credit. There were these two guys and one of the guys kept looking at me. He then asks me where Campus Ministry is. In my head I’m thinking, he looks pretty old to me, shouldn’t he know where that is by now? “Yeah, it’s right there, by that pink flag. He wouldn’t go away, so
I was scared he was going to rape me or something.I whisper to my friend, “Can you walk with me please!? I have a really good reason!!” But she was too lazy to go. So he asks me again, “Wait, where is this Campus Ministry? I’m sorry, I’m new here.” So I show him since I’m going the same direction. We talk a little, then he asks for my name and my number. I give it to him, and he invited me to this party. So I rush to the classroom I was supposed to go to, and tell my friend what happened. She interrupted me by saying, “Wait, is he black? Is he a junior? Does he have this Nigerian accent?” I said yes to all that stuff, and she and this junior were telling me that that I wasn’t the first and only girl he did that to. Do you know where Campus Ministry is is his pick-up line for girls.
Then it stops when (oh gosh, this is going to sound stupid) I am removed from someone’s MySpace top. I mean, usually I don’t care much for them, but in this situation, you sorta have to. Ugh, whatever, I don’t want to deal with this.
‘cause that show is ridiculous.
- don’t text me all the time unless you actually have something interesting to say
- don’t buy me stupid bears or flowers
- buy me plugs, tickets, or mcdonald’s
- no pet names
- party with me
- don’t get mad when i don’t shave my legs for a week
- (or my armpits and vag)
- don’t make me go to fancy dinner to meet your parents because i do not own any fancy clothes
WHAT SHE SAID
ditto times 765i98769876978
I’m so stupid.
I read a post that says Tumblarity is coming back in 3 days. I saw that the headline was underlined, so I clicked it. All of a sudden, HER FACE (that chick from the exorcist) pops out in front of my screen. I’ve had a really bad experience with that chick’s face. Ever since I was young, I’ve always been afraid of it. So I run out of my room, into my brother’s room and tell him that I was going to cry. Then I do start crying, and tell him what happened. He closed the window for me, and laughed and just told me that that happened to him, except with another scary photo.
The good thing is, I didn’t scream and duck down under the table like last time.
Exactly what happened to me today.
I am ready as fuck. ;)