The names Samantha. Nicknames: Sammi, Sam, Mantha, Sammich. Call me whatever floats your boat. I'm from the Vietnam, babes.
I always care a little bit too much. [...]
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Woot woot, this is my first OFFICIAL long journal post. So yeah, this will be a bunch of random crapola... So I had no idea that gifts existed on TheO. Stupid me. Yesterday, this random stranger that I've never heard of before had apparently sent me a gift. (It was ramen, if you're wondering) She said that my writing inspired her. (If she is a she. I don't really know, I'm just assuming) And it was so nice. Especially, I don't know her AT ALL. A stranger was nice enough to send another stranger a present for no good reason. I wish everybody was that nice. And that is the segue into my next topic... FRIENDS BEING REALLY MEAN.
So there's this guy. He was real nice. (Pay attention to the WAS part of the sentence) Rumor had it that he had liked me for quite a while. Almost a year really. So we became friends and I started to like him too. Quite alot. He WAS really sweet. Let me just tell you now, that I've been jaded from past relationships. So I was really cautious stepping into this. But I trusted him. And I told him about my past and that I might seem kinda mean being really careful going into it. But that he needed to trust me. And he said that he did, and that he would never do what he did to me what the others did.
Guess what?
He did.
One day, he just stopped talking to me. He just cut me off, and never gave me an explanation. We haven't talked for three months. So I don't understand what I did wrong. My hunch is that he fell for another girl during marching band camp. There's this other Asian girl, she's really nice, and she's friends with him and she spent three weeks with him at camp. ._. Hm?
And I have this other friend (a girl this time) that I've been friends with for a long time. Like...four years already. And lately, she's been a very VERY opinionated person. If you don't agree with her on something, she'll force her opinion and views on you. Like we had a fake vote at our school. I'm a hardcore liberal (except I disagree with pro choice. I'm more pro life) and she's a republican. She comes up to me and asks me who I'm voting for and I tell her "Oh I'm voting Obama" and she goes "No you can't vote for obama. Are you an idiot? Are you stupid or something?" And I just blankly looked at her and walked away. And apparently she had told ALL of our friends to vote for McCain and not Obama. She doesn't let you have an opinion and if you do, she'll stomp on you viciously. Same thing with her belief in gay marriage and stuff. I'm not gay, I'm straight...kinda, and I'm perfectly fine with gay marriages. I mean, who are we to tell them who they can and can't marry? And she's just like "Oh you're stupid for believing in gay marriage. You're gonna go to hell." and I have to remind her that I'm a Buddhist and that we don't have a Bible telling us to not believe in homosexual people. Gah.
And there's this girl, who's like OVERLY RELIGIOUS. I mean, being faithful is great and all, but it's so extreme. Like, my friends and I were taking a picture together, and I made a peace sign, and she's like "Peace signs are satanic. They distort the cross. You're going to hell." And I just looked at her and looked at her and LOOKED AT HER. Everyday, she tries to convert me. And when it doesn't work she says the following: "You're going to hell." I can't stand it anymore.
Kay, I'm done ranting. For now. :] <3
Man I'm beat. Seriously, I am the most tired I've ever been in my whole life. My english teacher is driving me insane. She gave us this HUGE GROUP PROJECT and made the due date two days from when she gave it. While I'm losing sleep staying up super late with my group trying to finish the damn thing, on the day before its due, she changes the due date. Mmhm. She CHANGES IT!
I could freakin kill her. I mean, I know it's an honors class and things are supposed to be hard, but this is just INSANE. And on top of that, she gives us a TEST on Monday on THREE CHAPTERS OF VOCABULARY. I will hire a hit man, I swear I will.
