My two cents.

Mood: tired
Music: Personal Jesus - Depeche Mode

I am growing weary of my educational persuits! So hear ye, I am going to blog.

There's this thing that I do sometimes when I'm mad. Well, not so much mad but kinda hurt by somebody and I know I should be mad - and maybe I am in some ways - but not really. Anyways. What I do sometimes is I kick back and pretend to be all pissed off and take the liberty of telling everyone that I'm all pissed off, or I don't care, or I hate somebody or whatever. When mostly I'm just lieing to see if the other person gives enough of a damn to come over or call or at the very least take the time and energy to ask me what the fuck my problem is. (...Even if they have a worse attitude than I do.)

Well, either they come over or call me or inquire as to what the fuck my problem is, and I'm happy that they care and it gets all better - or they don't. And when they don't, I'll drop slight little hints, which can get to be very blatant should time go on. And if a whole lot of nothing continues to occur, well, then I end up actually not liking them on the grounds that the friendship was obviously a sham all along and they're nothing but a great holy pain in the ass. That, or they're incredibly thick and fail to notice the hints. Or they're putting me to the exact same test, which is ingenious because I do it, but I suppose it would have a high instance of backfiring should two somewhat cagey people get mad at eachother (or pretend to) at the same time.

Anyways. Just thought I'd mention it because some of the symptoms are showing in someone I know. (And are kinda going completely over the other one's head.) And I'd hate for them to end up actually not liking one another because of a stupid communicational flaw.

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In other news, I bought one of those paddle-ball thingies, just for the trill of it! And now! I can paddle the ball diagonally, horizontally AND upside-down! Holy crap! I am SO good!

AND! Yesterday! I called my Pretend Internet Boyfriend and DID NOT chicken out about it! Nope, not I! Though I did procrastinate for an hour and discover that his area code is from Minneapolis when infact he lives in Chicago. Which opens the door to the possibility that he could be a secret agent of sorts. I mean, he COULD be a secret agent - He has an accent!! ...Sort of. Hehe!

Also. It rained like a madman today. And I was wearing white. And I got see-through pants. How rare!

It would have been a Mama Shamara dancing-in-the-rain moment. But The Mother was afraid I'd get struck by lightening.

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