Boys, boys, idiots and boys.

In my last post, I was debating a situation involving a lad in the year above. Remember? No? Didn’t think so.

Well… I just bit the bullet so to speak and just told him that I’d had enough. Not in those words, obviously, before you bite my head off for being mean.

The thing is… I had a day off school for the strikes on Tuesday and was hanging out with some friends for the day. He knew this. He knew because he’d asked me about four times previous to said day off. I swear the boy has the memory of a goldfish…

Getting back on track. So, I’d mentioned that I was with friends and if I didn’t reply for a while, that was why. But what did I get?

Hiya xx

Hiya xx

U ok xx

Hiya xx

U ok xx

Hiya xx

Wuu2 xx

Hiya xx

*sighs* I’m not even joking. These were half an hour-to an hour and a half apart. If I didn’t reply the first few times, did he not realise that I probably wasn’t going to reply to the next five?! I DO NOT NEED A SPAM OF ‘HIYA’s’ for crying out loud.

At the end of the day, I just felt intoxicated. It was too much; NEWS FLASH: excessive amounts of messages are not hot. Anything but.

Soooo, I just kind of wrote a long winded paragraph full of bull about having a lot of stuff going on  and needing time to myself to sort things out (that much was true), not being ready for a relationship, that he needs to reduce the texts a little, etc etc. I felt so bad, because, of course, I know what it’s like to be on the other side. Buuuuut, at the end of the day, it was infuriating.

He was insistent that we could ‘make it work’ and I just kind of sat there like… hahahahahahahaha no. I’m so nice, aren’t I!

All in all, he seemed to be okay with it, and said he’d leave me alone for a bit.

Did he?

No. No he did not.

The next day:

Hiya

Hiya

U ok?

Have you sorted things out yet?

I cannot sort my life out in a day.

So I told him this and he apologised and again, said he’s leave me be for a while,

Surely he must have done so this time?

Nope.

I think there was a gap of a day. And then came the ‘Hiya’.

I felt obliged to answer so it was small talk like always. I was shopping in town at this time so when he asked what I was up to, I said so. Now, maybe this is just me reading too far into it… But, when he said ‘If u don’t mind me asking who with’ The suffocating feeling returned. Did it really matter? Was he jealous? It just so happened that I was just with my mum and sister, but it just appeared to be very suffocating.

Next came the sob story: the ‘fallen-out-with-a-‘good-mate’-and-I-regret-ever-being-born-and-everyone-hates-me’ sob story to be precise. Oh well done, try to make me feel bad for you.

Ugh.

But I’m just so done with him.

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And so is the story of… Let’s call him A.G.3. Awkward Guy 3. Pretty apt? Yep.

Moving on to other boys… More interesting boys. *cue excessive winking*

I have decided that the guy who sits next to the twat in front of me in French… *drum roll* is hot. And not so much of a massive twat as I first thought. In fact, he’s really nice. And he talks to me. That’s a first. Plus I have his Snapchat. And he’s tall. Tall guys are just… My dream. He’s beaut. We spend French lessons taking the piss out of the idiot, now named Imbécile which is hilarious. Ahhh, French has suddenly become much more enjoyable. Let’s call said hot guy, …T.H.G.i.F – Tall Hot Guy in French. How creative.

Nom nom nom.

'Did someone say cute boys?'

‘Did someone say cute boys?’

I’m currently having an ongoing war with Skate about who’s hotter. Myself or him. Totes flirtay leik. I’m very much enjoying it.

Bon nuit mes amis.

xx

30 Day Challenge – Day 5

This should be interesting.

Kinda.

Day 5 – Five things that irritate you about the opposite sex/same sex.

Let me rant about all the things that annoy me about girls and boys.

My life story.

My life story.

 

Les femmes:

1. Posting selfies of your perfect self, showing off your amazing figure in an amazing outfit telling us all about the party you’re going to, then saying: ‘excuse the horrible face’, or ‘look disgusting in this’, etc, etc, etc. Really? Really? Oh come on, you know you’re freaking hot, stop making the rest of us feel crappy.

2. Floral instragrams – So maybe I’m being a teeny bit stereotypical and judgemental, but the main culprits for this are girls. The Instagram accounts that basically consist of standard pictures of an object on a floral duvet that somehow gets 400 odd likes. IT’S A FUCKING HAIRBRUSH ON A BED. WTF. A while back, I realised I was following (I kid you not) about 50 of these and eventually just got so pissed off with them giving shoutouts to ‘their lovelies’ and saying ‘this lovely’s photos are so unique and original, you need to follow them now!’ when THEIR PICTURES ARE ALSO OF THE SAME BLOODY OBJECTS ON THE SAME BLOODY DUVET COVER.

Sorry. Rant over. If I’ve offended you then I’m sorry. Not really.

3. Well this one kind of goes for both girls and boys but I’ve seen more girls do it than boys. Anyway, people who wear band t-shirts when they don’t even like the band. I mean, I accept the fact that the Rolling Stones logo is pretty kick ass and fashionable, but if you hate their music, why wear their logo on your top?! Again, I’m sorry if I offended you, but there’s my view.

4. Bitches. Do I really need to explain that one?

5. Girls (and boys) who won’t accept compliments. If someone says you’re pretty, smile and just say THANK YOU instead of refuting it! Hypocriiiiiiittttttteeeee

Oh and we cannot forget the girls that fucking hate your guts simply because a mutual friend introduced you to her boyfriend who wasn’t her boyfriend at the time and even though it’s just friends kind of thing she still has it in for you and takes every single chance to flaunt him just because she can and even though you didn’t even do anything to her she has a massive grudge against you even though you were best friends once but no way will she admit that now and ARGH

Moving on.

And now for

Les Hommes:

1. Boys who think they’re more popular than they actually are. This goes for girls as well, but in my experience, I’ve seen more boys be this twatty so yeah, sorry boys.

2. Boys who think they can have aaaaany girl they want. Um, no you bloody well can’t you arrogant little shit.

3. Boys who will talk to you for hours everyday online or whatever then COMPLETELY IGNORE YOU when you see them in real life. Seriously, this pisses me off, because a smile or a slight acknowledgement would be nice, okay, especially if you’ve told me that I’m a good friend and you’d love to talk to me. SERIOUSLY DUDE, I’M NOT THAT UNCOOL. Probably. The bastards.

4. Guys that walk around with their tops off when:

a) it’s not hot

b) they’re over the age of 25, unless you’re exceptionally sexual, (Brendon Urie for example.)

c) they think they’re really attractive when they’re reeeeally not.

d) just because they can.

5. GUYS WHO ONLY POST TOPLESS PICTURES ON FACEBOOK OR INSTAGRAM OR WHATEVER. SERIOUSLY. GET. A. LIFE. Just because you have abs, does not make you fucking attractive, plus you look about 10 years old, get off the internet.

*cough*

AAAANYWAY.

There’s Day 5. Sorry for a) ranting and b) if I offended anyone

I really don’t care

I do, I promise. Please tell me someone agrees with the stuff I’ve just said okay make me feel better.

xx

Feels.

FEEEEEELLLLLSSSSSSSSSSSSS. It’s like, summer holidays now, and high school is over for me and now it’s all the important shit and it sucks.

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(not that I’m a massive fan of Matt Smith because we all know David Tennant was better)

But now for neeeewwwssss de la ma vie. Whatever.

1. Prom – Yup, yup, yup, that happened. And it was just as crap as I expected but it was really fun, so it was a good end to high school 🙂 The music was terrible mostly (the inevitable chart music, hate it) but I chose to just sing and dance and act retarded all night anyway. My bestie managed to subtly make sure I got a picture with le sexy fucking stupid bastard of a garcon, so hahahahaha I’ll just have to burn it some day to get rid of the feels. Hmph.
Anyway, it was a good night, I mean what can you really expect from a high school prom with a bunch of 14 year olds? The last song played was ‘Let Her Go’ by Passenger, which, if you live in the UK, I’m pretty sure you would have heard by now. So that was the slow-dance one during which, about 90% of the girls cried hysterically and the boys did the whole ‘man-hug’ thing which just made them look like pricks. By the end of it, I almost felt bad for not crying… I just kind of walked out shouting, ‘GOODBYE, MOTHERFUCKERS’. Call me insensitive, but I really didn’t care about the majority of my year sooooo ha. But there were all the hugs and stuff in our group, one of which, avec, AGF2, lasted approximately the entire song, and consisted of AGF1 going ‘awwwww’ and my middle finger miraculously appearing in front of his face. Multi-tasking.
My English teacher felt it an appropriate time to give myself and my bestie a lecture on taking English Lit, not English Language at A-Level and university. Yep. It took half an hour.
EBBF (if you don’t know who she is by now, pay attention my dear friends because this has been said many times before: she is le sexy fucking stupid bastard of a garcon (LSFSBoaG) ‘s girlfriend. And my ex best friend. Who hates me. And is now going to have to spend 2 years with me, kicking her ass. More on that later.) turned up on rollerskates which everyone found totally ‘original, unique, cute, adorable, cool, badass, totally-EBBF-like’ *cough* If it had been anyone else, it would have been alright. But her? Ah nah. If that wasn’t enough, she turned up with LSFSBoaG in tow on his skateboard. Biiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttccccchhhhh.
Enough on her, though if anyone has any imaginative plans to do with her death, please do share.

To you newbies, I’m not a murderer, okay, I just really really hate her

2. L’end of term stuff – people crying, teachers crying, people hating on the crying people…

3. Crappy holidays en Angleterre. – I was ‘on holiday’ last week. It wasn’t terrible, I mean, it could have been worse. It was boiling hot all week and I almost got a tan. (It’s a miracle in England, okay). I was in Whitby so I managed to see the abbey that is linked to all the Dracula stuff, and that was good. I’m currently reading Dracula so it was a good place to go. Bought numerous by ‘numerous’ I mean two dream catchers (they’re my new thing, I love them).

4. I’VE GOT TICKETS TO SEE PANIC! IN NOVEMBER LIKE OMG HYPERVENTALATING!!!! I can’t even…. BRENDON URIE IN THE SAME ROOM HOLY MOTHER OF SLOTHS GUYS THIS IS A MIRACLE AND OH MY GOD. And then 4 days later, I’m going to see Imagine freaking Dragons which is also going to be AMAZING. I’ll sneak you guys in through the air vents or something.

5. My hair is dip dyed purple. :O I’ll put a picture up when I can be bothered to make myself look slightly less like I’ve just finished a drug deal.

…NOT LITERALLY GUYS, I DON’T DO DRUGS.

6. I’M A LONER.

7. I have to clear out my entire room before Thursday because I’m finally having it redecorated. I don’t even know what colour I’m going to have it. Someone with inspirational paint ideas, please help me.

8. College – Okay, so we had our 3 day induction on the penultimate week of school, and it was alright I guess. I’m not with any of my absolute closest friends in anything, (unless I switch to goddamn fast track French which is looking like a possibility because my French class is crap (but there is a fit lad in there… XD) and so is my geography teacher so I can move to the better geography class yay) but I’m with 3 close friends in core subjects and I know a lot of the people in my classes so it’s okay I suppose. BUT.

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And unfortunately, a lot of them are in my classes.

One in particular… Let’s call him… Cu- *cough* Moron. Now, Moron is one of the most beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep, etc etc, this could go on for ages Anyway, I was SO happy to be rid of him after 3 years. But nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, I now have him in all my core lessons. But I am taking absolutely no shit from that boy this year, because he deserves to effing die in a pot of acid, each limb slowly burning one by one. Or he could be tortured like in one of Fall Out Boy’s videos (God knows which one it was, their videos are strange). Anyways, you get the jist. ARGH. Bastard.

And then there’s EBBF.

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Seriously, why aren’t these gifs working click on them to experience the full dan-ripping-his-top-off experience
Who hates my guts.

Because her boyfriend happened to be talking to me.

It’d be nice to be spared the dirty looks every single time she sees me.

But the thing is, two of the close friends that I’m in lessons with are like besties with her. So she’ll always engage in conversation with them, whilst constantly giving me bitchy looks. Nice.

On induction, we had to play rounders and now she’s in my PE. So I was stood at third, right in front of her. You don’t know how tempting it was to hit her round the head with the bat.

I’m so nice.

But seriously, I haven’t even done anything to her, we haven’t even spoken since about three years ago. So, whatever. She can hate me if she wants because the girl’s going to get her ass kicked.

9. Um… not much else to say at the moment.

I still need to read all your blogs, I’m stupidly slow at doing it but I promise I will.

Cheers for staying with me and listening to my rant.

xx

Oh and here’s Panic!’s new song, Miss Jackson for those of you who are interested. If you live in America, you’ll probably have heard it seeing as it’s like 12th in the charts or something, but here in the UK it’s not really been announced anywhere. So voila, enjoy.