WOW.
TWO WHOLE WEEKS WITHOUT RANTING. Everyone say, "Wow." WOW. The first week of not ranting, I was working desperately on my new layout. Second week, I was on holiday checking out all the hunky yet skinny bodies of those cute peroxide-headed swoonish-accented surfer guys. *big smile* I haven't seen such good entertainment in such a long time. Oh yeah, when I heard Avril Lavigne's I'm With You, at first, I thought it was some new Michelle Branch single. Then, I thought maybe it was a collaboration with the Corrs. Then I heard her lousy name live on air. Punk princess, please go to see a psychologist. ANYWAY, I read a conversation between this guy Raksha and I know and Raksha. Man, he is deep. Freak. And Raksha sent me an e-mail about boys, boyfriends, the suck. I have so many views, I don't know how to put it down without crashing her e-mail system. I personally feel that boys only go looking round for girls to 'stead' because simply they like their boobs, ass and looks in general, or, they need security-- they need to know that they aren't that pathetic and scrawny and hell of an annoying. If it's none of the above, they want a reputation. That girls are CRAZY for them. They are girls' source of air. If all of these fail, it simply means, well, their hormones are doing overtime. :D Then, boyfriends and girlfriends. Ok, I'm pretty sensitive over this topic. How sensitive? I'll tell you. THIS SENSITIVE. I MEAN, SERIOUSLY, WHAT?!?!?! Because, well, simply, because. You know what I mean. No? Fine. As in boyfriend and girlfriends are useless. I see Joshua sending Vanessa those SMS's and I nearly barf, really. At first, they're kind of fun. After a while, sorry to say so, but I find them mushy. Romance novels and movies also hit the spot. Public displays of love and affection also really turn me off. As in, snuggling and cheek kissing and earlobe biting. The works. And what about true love and love at first sight? Nobody can love you that much, except your mother. Geez, she birthed you, people. She's forced to. Even if you're drop-dead ugly, she has to. It's her job. Heh. :D And love at first sight is a bunch of cliched crap. You barely know a person you see merely once. Love? More like, "Ooh, he/she is HOT." You want to know what I think will happen to me? In terms of 'love-life' and all that sop? No, you don't. You really want to know which poor guy will wind up with this bitchy, moody, crappy and not to mention single-minded idiot? Ok. So my thoughts. I think, well, no guy will ever go out with me. Maybe a mushy e-mail. Or SMS. (Poor guy won't get a reply if he does message me.) But go out? Nah. Not over your body. Dead or alive. NO ONE and I mean NO ONE will be likely to say, "Look at her. She's so nice. I wanna be her boyfriend," about me. I'll probably be either just too wacky, weird or bitchy. I alternate between these three moods. To top it off, I am not romantic. That's just not me. And, I'm usually too carried away with my own life to bother about anyone else's. Probably the only reason I have friends is because I amuse them. In good ways or bad. Also, I'm not the type to keep in touch. Not unless you have connections to James Marsters or something. ^_^ You may think I'm actually wallowing in my self-absorbed 'misery'. Nah. I am perfectly happy about the fact that I don't like boys, and boys feel the same. Also, I like entertaining. That's fun. You get hoarse and teachers screaming at you. I'm also really contented about the fact that I don't have a boyfriend. WHOO. I don't want to have a guy leading me in whatever I do. (Next time look at a couple holding hands. Notice the guy's hand is placed in front.) HAH. I'm so freaking independent, no wonder the guys at church call me a proud bitch. I only have one problem with that. Could they be more creative about that whole name game?