Unscrupulous, audacious ignoramuses

TJ called me a simpleton today. A SIMPLETON.

I shall go no further as he did manage to redeem himself via copious amounts of Family Guy, and my new all time favourite movie in the world:

August Rush

I swear to God, if you even remotely have a fondness for music I recommend it absolutely. Oh, and please forgive me for my lack of grammatical correctness in the previous post, as well as my spelling errors in the last post. I blame my keyboard and the fact that I was on a high.

I need an injection of inspiration. Someone! Please! Imbue me with the power to finish this essay NOW! Ok. Anyway.

On to the title. Hip-boy is a bloody - ARRGGH!!!! I REALLY WANT TO KNOCK HIS BLOCK OFF. I WANT TO HIT HIM. HARD. I WANT PUNCH SOME SENSE INTO THAT IDIOT'S HEAD. I ALREADY TOLD HIM THAT I DON'T LIKE THIM THAT WAY.

I ALREADY TOLD HIM ON HIS (I apologise for my language) FUCKING BIRTHDAY THAT I DON'T LIKE HIM. I REJECTED HIM, TO PHRASE IT BLUNTLY.

THEN WHY THE BLOODY HELL DOES HE KEEP COMING ON TO ME!! I SWEAR TO GOD HE HAS IT IN FOR ME - HE'S GOT THIS FANTASTICAL FUTURE PLANNED OUT IN HIS HEAD ALREADY! I want to get a drill bit, and drill those damn fantasies out of his head so I can move on in life and not feel uncomfortable in my youth group. Honestly the guy makes me uncomfortable. I just wanted to get one of those pots I had to carry and smash him over the head with it. Had they not been filled with Holy Water I think I would have done it. The Lord knows that I was highly compelled to.

We were talking about children this morning (as a group with Toni), and our hereditarial (is that a word? Who cares, it is now.) diseases that we may or may not be passing on to our children. I piped up that I would pity my children because I'd be passing on depression, breast cancer, diabetes and colour blindness. Then he goes "Oh don't worry about that, I'm sure your children will be fine. I don't feel sorry for them" OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT, I DON'T USUALLY LIKE TO LISTEN THE GUY. Only I could so totally tell from the tone in his voice that he wanted to replace the word "your" with "our." HE WAS GIVING ME THIS CREEPY LOOK LIKE HE WANTED ME TO urgh... it's too horrible to articulate, like he wanted me to (gag)... have his babies.

DON'T GET AHEAD OF YOURSELF YOU FREAK. EVEN IF YOU WERE THE LAST LIVING MALE SPECIES ON EARTH, I WOULD NEVER, EVER EVEN CONSIDER SPAWNING SOMETHING WITH YOU. NOT EVEN IVF, OK? My future lies within the future Armani model for the Asian sect, or the future Prime Minister of Australia.

GOD. WHAT GOES ON IN THAT PERVERSE, CONVOLUTED, BIZARRE HEAD OF HIS. THAT UNSCRUPULOUS, AUDACIOUS IGNORAMUS. Now, I admire his tenacity, BUT NOT WHEN IT'S DIRECTED TOWARDS ME.

At first I was completely indifferent about him, then I thought I could give him a chance, knowing that it wouldn't work out from the beginning I let it go, then I didn't like him. Now I'm getting REALLY ANNOYED.

I swear what is up with him "Oh hi *HUG*" Excuse me? Jeez, he's getting even more touchy feely. *shudder* Dyanne, I bet you are laughing right now. My payback for Julina I'm guessing. And that wax heart? God I just wanted to grab it and chuck it vehemently into a roaring fire and watch evilly as it burned and melted like his hopes of ever being with me. KHFGKSJHDFKWNBFISHVK.KBFOSKBVWF!!!!! ARGGHHH!!!!!

gggrrr... I want a boyfriend now. So I can really say "Hey I have to leave this youth meeting early because I'm going to go meet up with MY BOYFRIEND." That's not the only reason, I'm feeling kind of lonely. In my fantasy I imagined it to be the King's boy (we're better proportioned, if you ask me, you'll find out why that's relevant) so I can ask him to rock up to a practice (where hip boy will be present) in his Mercedes (or shiny Edward Cullen S60 Volvo, damn them for changing the model of his car to a C30). And when he does, I imagine him to be standing by the church doors awkwardly, when I notice him I can shriek his name joyfully, run into his arms and glomp him, where he will then pick me up and do that romantic spinny thing. The whole lovely extravagant scene will end with a lovingly, chaste kiss. (seen by hip-boy who will then look crestfallen). Now, if that was Asian Adonis, and I glomped him, he'd fall to the floor like when Jelly did as Kim glomped her. He's lanky that boy, and I do believe that I am heavier than him. King's boy is more... tank? erm, robust. Not fat, robust.

Then in this wonderful fantasy, I'd introduce him to the youth group as MY BOYFRIEND WHO GOES TO KINGS AND WILL, AS I BELIEVE, BECOME THE FUTURE PRIME MINISTER BECAUSE HE HAS CREDENTIALS LIKE THAT, AND HE'S INCREDIBLY INTELLIGENT, AND THAT MAKES HIM SEXY. No, not really, but as my BF at least. Hip Boy will then witness how adoringly committed I am to to aforementioned Kings guy, and then HOW THE MIGHTY SHALL FALL (not that he was ever mighty in the first place). I will watch as the hopes shall melt off his face. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!

I know that this is mean, but it serves him right for making that stupid mysogenistic comment in the first place. Now ahh, if only that dream could come true...and that other one I had too. ANYWAY. Hopefully I'd be able to see the aforementioned King's guy again when I go there next week. =)

Dyanne, this is what you have missed. Are you laughing? I hope you are. You seem to find these situations funny. I'm glad that you do, so at least some sense of the positive can be derived from this situation.

sigh

Until next time -

- deeh xox

P.S ENGLISH IS SUCKING OUT MY SOUL!!!!!!