So, my “bestfriend” and my other friends all went out tonight and two nights ago… but my bestfriend lied to me about going out two nights ago and none of them invited me out to party tonight. Fuck’em I’m done.

Idk why I expect her to be on time.. oh! Probably because we have class at the same time and if she doesn’t get here to car pool with me then we are going to be late.
And we already are. Fuck it I’m leaving without her

// IDK, maybe im just a bad friend//

and I should “break up with her” because there is little about her that doesn’t annoy the absolute shit out of me.

1) No concern for time management. Meaning she is always late and when I say late I don’t mean 5 minutes, I mean is on a regular basis 45 minutes late. Almost everywhere.

2) Cares more about what random boys think than my opinion. It never matters if I tell her something is a bad idea, if any guy says “you should do it!” or “its not a bad idea” she will. she has gotten herself into trouble 100 times when if she listened to me or her other friend she could have avoided a lot of heartbreak.

3) She says that she cares about body art and wants only the best for her artwork but then paid the cheapest priced, and closest tattoo artist she could find and now has two shitty tattoos and sends people to this guy and none of them have been happy yet.

4) Everything in her life is like its the end of the world. Like this guy doesn’t like her but she is so into him and it annoys the absolute FUCK out of me when she gets “sooooooooooooooooo depressed” about it. example: I admitted to her that I cut myself… her response was to tell me that she was depressed about the guy who doesn’t like her and how she slapped herself because of it. then proceeded to cry for an hour about her problems but we never got back to me. she never let me cry. she never listened to me.

And a little about myself, just so you get an impression about who I am:

It has always been important for me to have myself on time for things because I hate keeping people waiting because I don’t like to be a burden, I like to stick to my commitments and make sure that I am the type of person that my friends can count on. On the topic of boys, I really hate the whole “damsel in distress” bullshit. Like get your shit together girl, you’ve got your own life, boys are not and should not be the center of your attention and they sure as hell should not dictate your happiness. that’s all you baby. And if you let them control how you feel then they control you completely and I am against that completely, women can do whatever they want and should never let a boy be anything except a positive addition to a womans life. I am also big on body modification and “you get what you pay for” I paid $300 dollars for a tattoo that I had been planning to get for a year or so and when I look at it I can not find a single thing wrong with it. lines are smooth, shading is even, detail is beautiful. Then I paid $40 for a tattoo on my back and I’ll tell you right now, all it is is a small pink bow. A simple tattoo that I got at someone’s house before I knew better, I cant even see it directly and I can tell you what I don’t like about it. I hate it when people don’t do research and get a shitty tattoo for cheap when it could have been beautiful for another hundred dollars.

Anonymous said: What's the most illegal thing you ever did?

sephyerite:

almanzapedia:

At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.

So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.

SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.

She refused to fix my grade.

In the end, she shit herself on stage.

I didn’t regret it.

No mercy.

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