Bender

I read through some of my previous entries tonight, and I noticed how utterly boring my life is. Poor me. So, uh, I'm gonna keep doing the same thing and maybe I'll bore you all to tears. That would suck. Today was even more boring than yesterday, or any other day before now. At confirmation class, I was singing a song by the Spill Canvas, and a friend of mine said, "Gosh, you're so emo." I listen to country! I smile! I'm not emo! I bought two new t-shirts today. One said "I make stuff up" and the other said "I'm really easy to get along with once you all learn to worship me." I love them. Contemplated going to subway to see Hot Croiss Country guy. Decied not to. Yes, he works at subway, yes I saw him there once, yes I made an asshole of myself. Oops. -psychic psychopath

Oh, I get it! And that is pretty funny. I'm allowed to have a stupid moment every now and then considering I am blond, so I get it now.

Awesome chapter! Now that I've said that...I wish Quinn would have topped. Brown hair + curls = hot. Plus, guys with psychological problems are majorly hot. So I think Quinn is hotter than Jude. But, That was the best sex scene I've ever read, and I've read a lot of sex scenes. It happens when you're a virgin. However, that was a great ending to an awesome story. Now I'm going to cry a few tears of joy for the officially "out" Quinn.

I'm feeling blond again. I don't get it. and finally:

So...today was the state cross country competition, and even though my team didn't make it to state...we had to go. But, it was actually okay, because I got to spend more time with hot cross country guy. I got to sit next to him for like twenty minutes on the bus ride on the way home. It was fun. There was this team at state who only had two runners, and the rest of the team was there, and they went a little crazy with the painting of themselves. There was a guy who painted a green bra on himself with white lace and his school initials on it, and he had the top of a thong painted on his waist. It was the funniest thing I have ever seen. I guess you had to be there. About girlfriends; it seems I might have one. This junior, who was a friend of my sister's, had a crush on me, and we went out to a movie once. Score for me! Dating a junior! Kinda. But can she not tell I'm gay? Oh well, I guess we just won't do anything. Which I'm fine with. Girls have cooties. And no penises. I might have to start censoring my blog. I get a little crazy. I finished the book "Digital Fortress", but there was a code at the end of it, and I can't crack the code! It frustrates me. I'm still working on it. just one last thing: Hot Cross Country guy. -psychic psychopath

Started a new book by Lewis Grizzard today. It's called, "Don't bend over in the garden granny, you know them taters have eyes". Lewis Grizzard is funny. New books are a big deal with me. Ummmmmmm, nothing happened today. I was bored out of my mind. I found hot Cross Country guy's myspace today. So I've now read his entire myspace and his xanga, and I learned a few helpful tidbits. First off, he likes big socks, which I am going to assume is a type-o of big cocks. He multitasks in the shower, and I thought at first that it said masturbates. After consulting the panel of experts in live chat, turns out that's what it means. He's a scorpio. He's hot. just thought I'd throw that last one in. g'night y'all -psychic psychopath

Down, boy! And no, I'm not talking to Snow Dog.

So, I had every intention of saving this entry until tomorrow night. But I couldn't resist! Today was the first day that we didn't run at Cross Country. Instead we watched a movie and ate spaghetti. Is that how you spell spaghetti? Too lazy to look it up. I didn't see hot Cross Country guy all day today. But I did think about him a lot. I did see his girlfriend, though. I don't think I've told you, but she and I are actually friends. She was originally only friends with my sister, but my sister and I have the exact same personality, so she spent five minutes around me and suddenly we were best friends. If there's any girl in the world I'd want him to date, it would be her. She's funny. Have you ever heard a song so good it actually inspires you to write something? Anything, really. Today I heard the song "Paris" by Faith Hill, and it actually inspired me to write a story. It's a lovely song. ummmm...that's really all. My pimple is considerably smaller today, and I'm hoping it'll be gone by Saturday. The magic of arbonne never ceases to amaze me. And btw, I can't wait until I can escape from Oklahoma. I intend to go to college and never look back. Well, actually, I'll come visit my mom. But that's it. Actually, The guy who got a 36 on the ACT, I've taught him a thing or two, and he told my sister how smart I am, so this guy who was eavesdrooping said, "So he's gonna get, like, a 37 on the ACT?" Just so ya know, he was kidding. And my sister says, "Yeah, he's gonna get every question right AND correct their grammar on a few questions." Go Sis! -psychic psychopath

My guesses for how old I will be: 18, 19, 20, 34. Basically, I'm gonna start trying as soon as I can escape from Oklahoma.

I'll do you one better: I wash my face with salicylic acid and moisturize with a lotion that also has salicylic acid in it. I use this brand called arbonne, and it works extremely well. In seventh grade, I started to get acne. Pretty bad, too. I used this stuff, and it went away. And aside from the occasional pimple from hell, like I have today, it stays gone.

I do wash my face. If I didn't I would have lots of big pimples, not just one. I'm the only person in my family with oily skin. I wonder what chromasome that is carried on. Do you know, Lib?

Wow. That's all I have to say about that. Wow.

That's true. Maybe, because I see blond hair every time I look in the mirror, I think it's no big deal, so I like darker hair. I know the reason I like curly hair is because my hair is straight and boring. However, I don't care what color the eyes are. I think blue eyes are beautiful, brown eyes are sexy, and green eyes are mysterious. Hazel eyes are both sexy and mysterious.

So I looked at some of my previous entries, and realized that they are basically novels, so today's blog will be short. Heard from two different people today about how good I am at science. And these two are pretty smart people. So I'm stroking my ego. Today Hot CC guy told everyone (at cross country) they should join choir. I think I might. It sounds like a good way to strengthen my voice and it's another chance to spend time with him. Decided to have pizza for dinner. Am hungry, but too lazy to go eat. I'm sad. Woke up this morning with a huge pimple on my chin. Puberty sucks. -psychic psychopath

I don't require that they be a national merit scholar, but the senior is in algebra 2. As a senior. To put it in perspective, I'll be taking my second year of calculus as a senior. And the other freshman...he's just annoying. I can't stand him. I guess he's reasonably intelligent, but he is obnoxious and pisses people off a lot.

Yeah, I agree. Give me either hottie and we could entertain ourselves quite well. I love curly hair, but I actually have more of a thing for brunettes. Maybe it's because I'm blond. I don't know.

I have never done any of these things. Poor me.

Okay, maybe I don't know everything about religion. But hey, I go to a public school! What do you expect? Not to mention, I'm surrounded by protestants who all think they know more about my church than I do. And now that I've looked up all of the words that I didn't know, I get it. And I'm not planning on heresy anytime soon, I'll just stop going to church.

Okay, first off; Green, You are amazingly lucky. Sure, your life is insane, but how many others have such great friends and situations? I'd keep Chaz around indefinitely. Your boyfriend sounds great, though. I love the emo boy story where he is doing the lovely spanish accent. And the story about the girl telling you how good in bed you are. About the twin thing...one of the leading theories, and the one I believe, about the cause of homosexuality is that it is a recessive aberration of the X chromasome. So if one IDENTICAL twin is gay, there is a 50% chance that the other is gay (among men). If one FRATERNAL twin is gay, then the other one is straight. Unless the mom is a lesbian. Which is rare.

So, I'm sitting here, contamplating why I can't find a Boyfriend, and I decide to make a blog entry. I tried to make one last night, but GA was being snippy. So, this entry will be a compounded entry of my very busy Monday and amazingly boring Tuesday. We had a district competition yesterday for academic team, but did I get to play? No! This other dude, who actually sucks (even though he got a 36 on the ACT), took my spot. So I had to read the questions, not answer them. (We hosted the competition, so the other academic team lackeys and I had to read the questions and be the moderators.) You know the idiot who answered all of the physics, and all other science questions for that matter, wrong? Well, he achieved redemption yesterday. There was yet another question about centripital motion, and he actually got it right. And he got quite a few others right, too. There was a question about occam's razor. I laughed. Very hard. And I'm not sure why. But then I wanted to come here, really badly. I'm addicted. So, my team is ranked first in our district. We Rock!!!!!!!! That's all about academic team. Yesterday Hot Cross Country was wearing jeans so tight they looked like they were painted on. He is so hot. He has a really good butt. And everything else. But I think my favorite features of his are his eyes. They are big, brown, and extremely intelligent-looking. He seriously has what I can only call "Bedroom Eyes". They are sexy. The only thing to report from today is that I read on Green's Blog that Chaz really is gay. Finally, the truth comes out (no pun intended). It's weird, because usually I have to talk to someone for them to twip me. But, Chaz was twipping from a thousand miles away. From post one about him, I was thinking that he's gay. So my gaydar isn't actually turned off. In fact, it's functioning quite well. Oh! Actually, something else happened. There is this senior on my cross country team who, I've decided, is gay. Today his twip count went up to 19, just past the critical number. He is one of two people at my school whom I have decided are gay. In case you are wondering, I will never date either of the two other gay people, because I have somewhat high standards, and they don't meet them. Just because I want a bf, doesn't mean I'll compromise what I want in someone just so they can date me. The number one necessity is a good brain. Neither of them really have it. Enough talking from me. -psychic psychopath

Okay, like I said, I like all types, so my list: Natasha Bedingfield (I love you I love you I love you I love you) Idina Menzel Keith Urban (he's yummy) Tim McGraw Brad paisley Allison Krauss Fall Out Boy (Dance, Dance) Ying Yang twins And My All Time favorite...Faith Hill! My list will probably never change. I like the same things consistantly.

I like all types of music, but my favorite is country. I love country. Country Country Country. I'm seeing how many times I can say country in one post. Country.

We have a winner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, so the list of tiring things done today: 1. Confirmation class. I'm Catholic, and I'm getting comfirmed. In 18 months. And I had to go to stupid confirmation where I learned about the wonderful Hypostatic union within Jesus. I hate my life. I don't know why I'm going to be confirmed. I'm just going to end up being an atheist anyways. Okay, maybe that's just hot air, and I won't be an atheist, but it sure would be simpler than remaining a Catholic. Too much Dogma in the Catholic church. 2. Church. I don't know why father whathisname has to have homilies that last for three hours. He says the same thing thirty different ways, too. My mom even fell alseep during one of his homilies. 3. Thinking about Hot Cross Country guy during the Homily at Church. I like him. He's yummy. 4. Taking a nap. Okay, so this didn't tire me, I just figured I'd add it. 5. Reading internet stories. This makes my eyes hurt. Today I read "Grey Eyed Justice" by Dio. It was quite a good story. 6. Reading an actual novel. I got a new book today, and got a sizeable chunk of reading it done. It's called "Digital Fortress" by Dan Brown. After this I considered taking another nap. 7. Playing Soccer. I had another soccer game today. This time we got pounded into the ground. I played well; the rest of my team turned into stationary objects. 8. Attempting to fix my mom's ipod. It didn't work. 9. Running a lot for Cross Country. I got done running about thirty minutes ago. I kept tripping. Now I'm really hungry, but too lazy to go downstairs. Luckily, I have a stash of candy beneath my mattress. Should my mom ever look there for "Playboy"s (or what's more likely is "Playgirl"s), she'll be pleasantly surprised to find the remnants of last year's Halloween candy. There's not much left now. Just a side note: My mom is essentially Quinn Moore's mom. She is just as nosy, controlling, and mean, and I love her for it. Except when she makes me peel potatoes. -psychic psychopath

Speaking of Mag, where is she? I miss her.