Amen to that! And to add one:

PP: People who, when they know they are losing, change their argument and pulls facts out of their ass to prevent from losing.

There's a 10th grader in JROTC that I was in an argument with the other day. He was making shit up and I had completely solid facts. Right before as I had him cornered (figuratively, of course) he was like, "Well what I MEANT was... [insert something that had nothing to do with the original argument, or is completely flaky]"

He pisses me off.

I JUST saw it tonight.
I was a little disappointed, but still a GREAT movie.

My friend and I about went nuts when it got to the part in that town where they were just walking down and talking. Lemme think... what were they talking about?

I dunno. I was too busy concentrating on how THAT SCENE was WHERE I FUCKING LIVE.

OH! I know what they were doing. It was when Tallahassee destroyed the minivan. There's a sign in the background a little before that which says "BANK OF COWETA." That's my fucking bank.

It was epic.

I wanted to steal one of the signs that had a grenade on it and said "SOLVE IT!"



East Broad Street? I drive that road pretty much every day.

However, as good as this movie was, I was a little irked by some things.

A) How, despite there being, as they claim, 'six people left on earth,' there was still electricity. Also, when they powered up the amusement park, ALL the rides started turning.

B) "Nut up or shut up," is a great line, but there could have been some better times to say it.

AP: Going to see "Law Abiding Citizen" with some friends tonight. Is this what it's like to have a life?

Mug Root Beer is made by PepsiCo
And it is, by far, the least delicious brand when compared to A&W, Barq's, and the numerous store brands.
It's hard to screw up root beer, but by God, PepsiCo did it with flying colors.

PP: Bad root beer

PP: I know what nicotine withdrawal feels like, and it is, by no stretch of the imagination, fun.

I was in third block today, which is Algebra III. All of a sudden, every little thing pissed me off. Like, I wrote the number 7 instead of a 5, and I wanted to throw the notebook across the room in a fit of rage. I was angry at nothing, yet everything at the same time. And then, it hit me: this is withdrawal. I felt better once I realized what it is, but in that way that like knowing you have cancer makes you feel better because you know what's causing you pain. It sucked like hell.

PP: Check hasn't yet hit the bank. If that motherfucker isn't in there by tomorrow evening, I am going to be SO pissed. I'm supposed to go see "Law Abiding Citizen" with some friends but I can't if I'm broke.

AP: Five dollars. Bitch, I'm going to the Metro Petro!

PP: My sisters giving me hell whenever they want the computer. I REALLY need to get myself a laptop.

AP: Four day week, this week AND next. We have Friday off this week, and then Monday.

I <3 furloughs

PP: Shitty-ass drivers

So this morning I was driving to school. This was the situation. (I have prepared a series of images for your viewing pleasure.)


I was trying to make a left turn.


As was the person in front of me.
Person in front of me was actually in the middle of the intersection so no one (read: me) could make a left turn coming from the other direction. Note dumbfuck behind left turner. If you have not already figured it out, you will soon know why this person is called as such.


Without realizing (or even looking, I would imagine) dumbfuck attempts to go around (straight) left turner just as left turner and I make our turns. All the while the light is turning yellow. It is too late to abort the turn for left turner, dumbfuck, and I are already smack dab in the middle of the intersection.

Narrowly avoiding a collision with dumbfuck, which would have jammed in the absolute busiest intersection in town, I swerve back to the right to get in my lane, but not before someone coming from the road I am attempting to turn on has emerged from a coma, guns the engine, and nearly slams into my front.

Now, I'm not sure whose fault this is. Some of you may say mine, some may say left turner's, and some say dumbfucks. But criminal analysis reports from Atlanta have shown that if dumbfuck had not attempted to go around on left turner's right side as left turner was making a left turn, left turner and I would have easily made our left turns before the light turned yellow, and this all would have been avoided.

Also, I was going back to school after lunch when I went to make a right turn. Some asshole in a Mercedes flies around me on the LEFT as I am trying to make a turn. Impatient asshole, much? I gave her the finger and went on my merry way.

When I got to the school after lunch, I turned in a parking place. My first thought was, "Hmm, my car grew. Hey, wait a minute." It had not grown; my parking spot had shrunk. Some asshole in a punk little Infiniti sports car had managed to take up 99% of his parking spot's allotted space, as well as abut 15% of mine. I was parked dangerously close to a girl in an F-150. After my car was already parked and turned off, I had to crank it back up, pull out, and adjust so she would not only NOT hit my passenger side door, but so she could get out.

And as the final pissy stunt of the day, I got to the main campus and some dumbfuck jumped in front of me, as if I was in a mood to be messed around with. My heart stopped for a second because as soon as he jumped, I hit a plastic cup or something and I thought I actually hit him.

All in all, a pretty shitty day in terms of driving.

PP: What is sticky as syrup, moves are over 9000 miles per hour, and makes me feel uncomfortable as hell? The situation I'm in with this girl. Fuck.

I went out to a church thing with her last night. It's called Judgment Journey and it's sort of... intense, I guess is the right word. Anyway, she was holding on to me the whole time. On the car ride home, she took that as a sign that it was okay to start touching me, which was not.

And I don't have the stones to tell her to back off (which I know will bite me on the ass if I don't make that clear soon) so it went on the whole car ride home. I just thank God and her church's pastor that he made the ride gender separated or else it might have gone farther than that.

I don't like her like that. There's a list of girls that I have listed as priority (not a real list, of course) and she's not even on that. I don't know how to tell her without hurting her feelings. Of course, my friend who set me up with her in the first place is telling me that I have to do what must be done or else it'll end badly for all of us--me, my friend, her, and her friend, who is my friend's girlfriend.

I lol'd, TZ

PP: Auburn lost. Didn't just lose, got AN ASS-WHOOPIN'

PP #2: Jumping to conclusions, which is what I did. I thought my friend gave my phone number to his girlfriend just for no reason, but I found out he gave it to her so she could call me about something we're all doing tonight; she just abused the privilege. I didn't say anything to him, which is a good thing, but I still feel like a douche now.

AP: My job, specifically my coworkers and my boss.

I really like one of the girls I work with, but about a month and a half ago I found out that she got a boyfriend, much to my disappointment. However, she told me today that she's becoming unhappy because the guy she is dating isn't what she thought he was. Specifically, he's all into PDA, nicknames like 'baby' and 'sweetie,' he's all serious and stuff, and he ALWAYS wants to be around her--which is everything I'm not.

She said she either doesn't want a relationship her senior year, or one that isn't all serious, which is exactly how I feel, too.

As a bonus, she thinks I'm funny. And not in that "haha, you're a dork" kind of funny. That legit, comedian type of funny.

Bonus Question #2: We can relate to each other because we're in sticky situations with people of the opposite gender.


As for my boss, she's just really cool. I work at a dry cleaners. When she came in, there was a loose shirt on the floor, which is enough to make us all go "OH SHIT!" She found it and was like, "Uh oh..." But luckily it had an old tag on it. She was cool about it, rather than lecturing us about 'taking better care of clothes.'

PP: My friend giving my phone number to girls that I'm not interested in. ESPECIALLY those who get offended and take it personally etc etc when I don't respond.

There are very few people who, if they text me, I will respond to immediately. It is a very exclusive list that even my parents are not on. And these girls don't understand that.

AP: Just got invited to be a staff member for the camp I was at last year. I was sort of worried because I was afraid they thought I was a slacker and I wouldn't get invited, but I did.

However, my PP is that the crazy lady who made me want to kill myself was ALSO invited back. But I'll be better prepared next summer.