Tuesday, September 30, 2008

American Drama Never Gets Old...


Ah yes, the always classic American Drama...


Should I start with highschool? Why not, it seems most of the Drama in my life seems to drift off from there anyway...

My name is Chaos, as you've figured out with my last few posts, and even though I am brutally honest and disgustingly blunt, i happened to have a great few deal of friends who know exactly how to deal with me.

I have one very good friend, lets call her A. She has a what she thought to be a very good friend, well call her B. I have never heard A say one bad thing about B. In fact the only thing I've ever heard her say was that she was really pretty.

Now A was talking as a friend, may I add to a certain guy, we'll call him C. Suddenly B decides to tell A that she likes C. ARE YOU SERIOUS??? Like WTH??? All of a sudden when he's paying more attention to A than to B, you come up all pissed off with this explanation.

Then B decides that she should start talking shit about A, for some God Damn reason. I mean A isn't even mad at her for telling her about C and now all of a sudden she talking shit? The worst part is that she decided to talk to all the people who like A. And let me tell you, that's a lot of people.

So let me ask the stupid question of the year.

If your gonna talk that way about someone, why would you do it to one of their best friends???

As for another girl whom, A decided was taking the wrong path and dropped her before she too was taken down with her...

Well she wanted to talk to me about A but I shut her up right there. I mean the last thing I need is for me to get in between a fight that doesn't even exist anymore cause they don't talk to each other at all.

She had turned to me in the cafeteria and asked "Do you still talk to A?" and stared at her questiongly.

"Well yeah, of course, I mean she's one of my best friends. I slept over her house just last Friday," I answered, my voice was did not falter.

"Oh," she seemed disappointed somehow.

"But I heard you guys don't talk anymore," I said. Secretly I have to admit that I was trying to pry information on what she brought that up for.

"Yeah, we haven't talked in like a year," she answered. I nodded. She seemed like she was about to say something, and by the gleem in her eyes I'd say it was something trully disturbing about A.

"Listen, I don't have anything against you, and I don't have anything against A, she's my best friend." I cut her off. "You guys are in your right not to speak to each other, but don't drag me into the confusion, because she doesn't. If you're gonna talk about her, do it to someone else because then you'll just loose a friend and she'd gain an even stronger ally. I don't care if don't talk to her, as long as you don't say anything to me about her, because I'm not turning my back on her. She doesn't talk about you to me, I'd appreciate if you did the same," I answered.

She blinked twice at me, mouth hanging slightly opened like you could hardly tell it was, unless you were sitting close to her, like I was. She looked taken back but smiled, and flashed those green eyes at me, flipping her blonde hair back she said. "Yeah, ok then," I could totally see the malice in her eyes.

Of course I told A about it and all she said was "WAY TO GO CHAOS," so my train of thought has led me to believe I did the right thing...

I mean it's a lot to put up with in your first day of school. But as I walked home that day the only thing that came to mind was...

American Drama never gets old...

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Lovely Stories to Drown in the toilet


Today on the life of Chaos....





A small update on the European society. I quit! I quit after two pic nicks this summer. Grandmother is stilled really pissed at me but um...see my caring face??? (Obviously you don't but let me tell u, it ain't pretty)





So i have lovely stories for you all today...this is where the real BS starts piling in for you...





Okay first off I recently moved back to the USA, and let me tell you, I've already had certain mental pictures I'd rather not have. This one kid, who basically everyone hates and yet still talks to me for some God Damn Reason turned to me and was all "Hey guess what I'm not a virgin anymore," and I stood and fought the urge, a lot of it may I add, to say "Holy shit with what??" I mean, he's ugly and I mean U-G-L-Y. Like the fuglyiest you'll get. I really didn't need to know those things about him.





So now that I have your attention on these lovely stories I seem to always subject myself to hearing, let's continue...



I had a girl in my class last year, like I've said before I'm not going to mention names on here, but let me tell you something if someone can piss you off its her. First she tries to steal my boyfriend. Then she acts all smart cuz she fucking got one question right that no body else had... Hullo dipshit...you spent 9 years in Portugal...I spent 1, and yet I got the exact same grades as you....you're not that smart.

Than this other girl in my class is like always walking around with shitty sixth graders. Like for real freshman's with sixth graders. That's like me hanging out with my sister. Don't get me wrong I love hanging out with her but we have this mutual agreement that states when we see each other at school the only words aloud to be muttered to one another is "Hi, Bye, and can you loan me some lunch money," Now she is like f'n rich. She has three houses horses, donkeys, pools, a pond, i don't know a million things. Anyway she invited me for her weekend birthday party, she was only supposed to invite one person. The most irritating part of that weekend was that all she could listen to was "Rancho," which are bunch of old man playing accordion, young people dressed in traditional and fugly ass clothes and old ladies screaming into a microphone. Notice I said screaming and not singing. Because they actually do scream with this really high pitched voice.

This is why you can't do crack and have sex. People please just pick one. Other wise you're going to ruin some poor kids life by making them instant morons. And everyone knows you can't recover from IS...Idiotic Syndrome....

Buts that's my life, and half of Americans', right???

More to come later on, for now...

Chaos