Ahhhhhhh god, soo close. So close. That boy in Bio class, the one who wants it, is making his move. And this bitch, is happy as hell. I've been lusting after this boy for the entire year, and he's just now starting to pick up on it. And it's about damn time. He says he's too busy right now (which is actually true, he's an avid violinist and I always see him at the conservatory for practice) but I think he's just not ready to fuck, which is okay, he's a virgin so this is all new to him. He just better not take to long, I won't wait now that he's finally getting it. And to now move to another topic, I'm really pissed with all these little "New Yorker" bitches at my school. When you say you're from New York. expect me to talk about it. And if you're from anywhere besides The City, Buffalo, or Long Island, I'm really not interested. Sorry, it's just the way it is. Hell in Texas (or at least in Houston) if you're not from Houston, San Antonio, Dallas, or Austin, nobody cares. Simple as that. I'll pretend to sound interested, but that's because I'm being polite. It's snobbery, I know, but do you really want to hear about Methheadville, West Texas? No. Nobody does. Maybe it's because I'm rude, or maybe it's a New York thing. Like this, if you're from Connecticut, Staten Island, or Hoboken, stop complaining about the high taxes and traffic that you're causing, if you don't like it, get the fuck out. Some people actually live here, damn tourist. See? It's a native New Yorker thing. I've heard that so many times before, that it's practically something imbedded in my brain. Like people from Westchester, they come in town with their big fancy Maybachs and Towncars, thinking they're hot shit with their Am-ex black cards, do shit parallel parking, get into wrecks cause they can't drive, complain about how rude everyone else is, and gripe about how much nicer fucking Westchester is. God I hate people like that. And the thing is, I live in this world now. Katy, texas is the freaking Westchester of Houston I swear. The exact same story, just with a southern dialect. Uggh I hate this town. I'm not made for this state, everyone's too sensitive. They all get upset when somebody bumps into them, or flips them off when they decided to blare their horn when you cross the road, or doesn't hold the door for their lazy asses. Screw courtesy, I've got places to go, people to see, and you're just not that important, get over yourselves, please. I'm just rude, so be it. This concludes my rant :) Goodnight