Someone Needs to Slap this Bitch.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Okay, so in one of my very first entries (on this blog), I wrote about how I was duly infatuated with this boy two years younger than me. I mean, that's not a bad thing, right? As long as he's handsome and squishable, then it's all good in the hood. I'm no pedo-noona or anything, so for the meantime (as long as I'm sweet and sixteen), I ain't going to jail. Somewhere along the post, I end up abruptly stopping it because
- I forgot where I was going with that post.
- Some of the things I said.. well I take them back, and
- I got bored talking about my unrequited lovelife. T_T
So yeah, point number two: Some of the things I said.. well I take them back. In that post, I wrote about how his girlfriend (whom he is no longer with) was not pretty. I take that back. She used to be not pretty, but somewhere along the road called the age of adolescence and maturity, she turned out kinda pretty. Like, she isn't the SHAZAM! type of bombshell, but she does have that cute, natural look. Think of SNSD's Yoona or Jessica - pre-debut. Yeah, she was cute, I guess. Why the hell am I suddenly doing a 180 degree turnaround and complimenting the ex of the one boy that has my heart but is not doing anything about it? Well... that's because my so called "hatred" (aka jealousy, aka bitch-i'm-gonna-cut-you) has fallen into a new target.
The guy I like, he broke up with his girlfriend. Big whoop, right? Right. Except when you know that another bitch is taking up the spotlight while you stand waaaaay off in the darkest corner of the room bawling your eyes out because he doesn't even know your name. Okay, I'm exaggerating. One, I do not cry my eyes out because he doesn't notice me. And two, he does notice me and he knows my name (i.e. he acknowledges me when I'm near him) (gahhh~ the way he says "Hey, Angela" in his deep, deep voice of his causes fireworks to go off inside me *_*). Anwyay, spotlight is taken, guys is occupied with yet another obstacle. What do we do?
We bitch, of course. The history of womanhood handles these situations with two different answers: we could either be completely lady-like and brush the situation off so nonchalantly like a speck of dust on our shoulder... or we rant and whine until someone else does something about it for us. Since I'm nowhere near lady-like (in these scenarios, at least), I decide to do the latter.
Oh, Buddha, someone needs to slap this new bitch! T_T Okay, why am I so worked up about it? Simply because this girl is already taken and yet she has the audacity to hit on the guy I like (let's call him "jailbait"). Girl, please! Choose one! Andddd Jailbait isn't the only boy she's throwing herself at. There are other boys on her little damn black book. Oh, and you know what?
Her boyfriend's my best guy friend.
Yes. What does this mean? This means my rage increases ten-fold seeing that she can't keep her skanky hands off of Jailbait knowing the fact that she's dating my best friend. You'd feel pretty pissed if some wench decides to play around with your best guy friend and also basking in the glory of winning over the love of your life. Fine, geez. I admit that Jailbait is not mine to call the "love of my life", so the latter would be mainly due to my jealousy.. but still! You don't want to see your best friend hurt, right?! Right. I've seen my friend looking a bit disappointed knowing that his "amazing" girlfriend can't renounce her secret occupation being one legendary wench.
Fine. Fine. Fine.
I'm jealous. Okay. Fine! I admit that! But ajlfksadjfasdjfl. It just pisses me off!! She's frkn taken! Choose ONE BOY, BITCH! You can't have every guy in the world!
Gah~ I noticed I'm using Bitch too much in this post. I dunno. I'm just too heated up seeing her and him and him and that guy, and them, and those four in the back... What's so amazing about her, anyway?
Boys, you like girls with deep, manly voices? Um.. I think not!
Okay, done.
