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i can’t even lie
I’m kind of in a pretty good mood right now, for reasons unknown. I mean, I have an effing presentation tomorrow, and that isn’t really something I’d normally be excited about, but I just want it to be over with. I WANT TO BE DONE WITH SCHOOL! And it’s only a week and a half away. Ugh. I AM excited to share our commercials though, they’re freaking hilarious. Well, I thought so. My whole group thinks so, EEE! That and I’m really excited to hangout with Chris…in class. We had so much fun today, there were so many candid moments, I wish I had caught them on video or something, it was just too good. TOO good. We were cracking up at everyone’s scenes just like I predicted. I also got yelled at (well, my friend got yelled at, really) by my drama teacher because we were cheering for each scene that went up…I guess that last time, we had cheered a little too loud and my teacher was all, “HAVE WE NOT DISCUSSED THIS. IT IS A SCENE, NOT A SPORTING EVENT.” Monica and I just looked at each other like, .__________________. AWWWWWWWWKWARRRRRRRD. But then it was funny just ‘cos it was funny. I have a feeling something super cool is gonna happen this summer…and I also have a feeling that Sam and I are gonna become really good friends. This group project has really had us, all of us really, working up close and personal…and it’s given me and Sam a lot of time to talk and just…be. It’s been really cool, and we’re totally like, way out in the open with one another now, I freakin’ missed that so much, man! SOMEONE TO JUST BE, WITH. No kinda craziness. Just. Life. And I love it. I DO. HAHA. I just remembered, some girl had come to our drama class really late, like…after we had chosen our groups and started writing our scenes, so she had to make herself a monologue that was SUPPOSED to last a minute, while everyone elses’ scenes were to be 5-8 minutes long. I swear. Me and Chris. It was just, done before it started. The girl walks up on stage…
“Hi, my name is (I forgot her name) and I had to write a monologue. And basically it’s about something that isn’t true anymore. What? How could you even say that? We both know things have changed, and I can’t believe you would try to put this on me. You knew it was your fault all along, so don’t try to say that I’ve changed ‘cause it’s you. *walks off stage*”
FIRST OF ALL. WHAT. THE HELL.
AS SOON AS SHE WALKED OFF. Chris and I just looked at each other…like, “did…did that just happen? that just happened, didn’t it…?” AND HE LIKE, HAHAHA. We sat there confused for a good two minutes…TWO MINUTES. SAID NOTHING. AND ONLY LOOKED CONFUSED. So I finally snapped out of it and said, “did she just…was that real life?” And Chris just let of the most…HILARIOUS laugh I have ever heard in my life, like…he knew it wasn’t supposed to come out that way, and I knew it wasn’t supposed to come out that way, but it was just…there was nothing he could do at that point but be grateful that no one else heard the laugh and that someone was actually thinking the same thing as him. OH. My god. I can’t even. Thinking about it now, it kills me. It was just the most…amazing moment. Probably one of the best I’ve had in that class. AND IT WAS SO INTIMATE. It was freaking amazing. I LOVE that shit. Excuse my cussing but that’s just…it was good. That stuff makes me happy. I love having little moments with my friends like that, where it’s just…nobody else exists but the two of you, and no matter what’s happening at that moment, whether it’s funny or sad, what have you…it’s just…it feels right. And that’s seriously, I’m so glad Chris and I stayed friends. ‘Cause I know we’re gonna STAY friends. It just works, man. Ugh. I need to stop swooning over our friendship, I just can’t get over how awesome it is. So aside from that…it was a fairly normal day. I was also confused to hear that apparently A LOT of people know my name at school. Like, okay…I kinda knew that I was “well-known” throughout my grade, ‘cause it’s like…if you grow up with someone named Bly, you aren’t really gonna forget it. But the fact that there’s like…groups of people that I barely have any knowledge of that are like, basically a part of my life (LOL) that’s…surprising to me, and slightly unnerving. I was walking to class and cam’s boyfriend’s best friend (whom, I just barely remembered his name not too long ago) walked up to me, already handing me camille’s yearbook and said, “hey bly, can you give this to Camille please? Thanks :) *walks off*” I was like…Um…okay, I’ll agree…and I even told cam this…like, “we’re on a first name basis?” WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE. AND HOW MANY PEOPLE REFER TO ME AS MY TRUE IDENTITY INSTEAD OF THAT ONE CHICK WITH THE NOT-BLACK HAIR? WHY DO YOU KNOW MY LIFE. Ugh, I was “popular” and didn’t even know it. WELL GUESS WHAT, TOO LATE LIFE. If you would’ve told me that I was supposed to be everybody’s friend a little bit sooner, MAYBE something could have been arranged, but I already hate everybody. So, I think…I think I’ll just…I’ll just leave this here.
Heehee.
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have a moment to myself and I feel like writing. I’m sitting in the living room alone and …AS I type that…everyone walks into the living room…wow. I don’t know if I’m really cut out to live with people, especially if I can’t handle family some of the time. I’ve just been thinkin’ about stuff. And I feel so weird saying this…so…so awkward, but I’m actually MAYBE considering the whole tj thing. Ugh. It just sounds so weird to me, like…I’ve trained myself to steer away from that type of thing, which is obviously, not really cool of me…but they’re just. Other black people normally aren’t attractive to me at all. AT all. Not that they’re bad looking, I just can’t…seem to…bring myself…BUT OF COURSE, this is just me being stubborn and not being open to the possibilities. Why I so stubborn? I don’t even know. I’m trying, as of now…I’m gonna try to be more open minded in that sense…but ON ANOTHER NOTE. I’m kind of excited to go to school tomorrow. Mostly for my second period ‘cos I get to see everyone elses’ scenes and how terrible they’re gonna be…and I can laugh at everyone with Monica and Chris ^_____________^ Sounds so fun, ahaha. What I’m NOT excited for…is my presentation on wednesday. I’m freaking nervous as hell. That and I kind of feel like Chris is…slightly annoyed by me, now. Which…is like, what the heck. He’s the one that said he didn’t want it to be awkward or weird, I made SURE that wouldn’t happen, and I’m just…not the type of person to dwell on stupid crap like that, ‘cos if someone doesn’t feel the same way you just gonna move on, I guess. I just feel that being persistent isn’t always worth it. Obviously this wasn’t one of the cases, and I was content in just staying his friend. It’s been cool, and this past week he had been asking me to hangout and stuff, but every time I text him now he seems all annoyed and just, over the whole thing. I think maybe it’s because I called him out after we hung out once (and it wasn’t in a rude way either, we were having an appropriate discussion for me to bring it up so, y’know…I took advantage of my momentary boldness), and asked him why he continues to flirt with me even though he said he doesn’t think of me that way, and he was just like “Oh…well, I didn’t mean it in that way…I was just joking…”. *sigh*…high school boys, man. I wish boys just…didn’t flirt at all. That or they all knew how to flirt, but in very clever, and intriguing ways. ‘Cause I can’t even lie, I don’t know how to flirt for CRAP, but I CAN notice when a boy is flirting with me (EVEN THO THEY MAY NOT ALWAYS LIKE ME, W/E) I just know, alright. But it’s like…I hate it when they get all touchy, or y’know…how they do that thing, where they’ll look at you for a long time and just…start poking you, or touching your stomach, orrr…grabbing fat that you don’t even want to know exists on your body. YEAH. That crap. Is. CRAP. I don’t like that, and I mean, sorry guys that don’t know but…it’s a total turn off in my book. Like, yeah…maybe you’re young or just…inexperienced, that’s cool, BUT IF YOU KNOW YOU CAN’T FLIRT, DON’T. DO. IT. That’s what I do! I’m straight-forward about it, at least. I’d much rather someone just be like, “HAY, I like you. Kay cool.” Than someone being all “O.O …heehee…watcha doooin’…*poke*…HAHA…um…*tries to touch your boob*…UM…” LOL, ugh. You guys suck. learn 2 pleez da ladiez. I feel kinda lame though…lately I haven’t been able to get super in depth with my little posts (or rather, very long posts, but w/e)…reading old posts, I’ve noticed that there was always some meaning to them, or SOME lesson that could be taught to others or, I dunno, they just seemed a lot more relatable than they do now…it makes me kind of sad. ‘Cos I dunno, this is partly why I made this blog. I mean, yeah…it is mostly for myself, to keep myself in check, and see what/how I’m doing around a particular moment in time, but I really want to help people. I really do. Maybe I’m entertaining to read? Maybe? That’d be super cool, I hope I made someone laugh at least ): BLEH, wuteva. I’m just gonna see what happens. I don’t know what’s gonna happen, but I hope it’s cool.
~hit me with yo best shawwwwwt~
COME ON, LIFE!MY BODY IS READY~
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wats wit dees homiez dissen mah gurl
I really shouldn’t be writing this…I kind of don’t want to…but I’m doing it anyway…no I’m not…this is me checking in…because I can. ‘COS I CAN. I have to work on my project now…this is gonna suck. NO MORE PROJECTS!! WHY!!
MY LIFE
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