Damn you all!

The nutcases who are supposedly my friends have been furious that my blog doesn't include them, originally I planned to enter a blog saying no and explain that I wanted this to be a natural progression that would probably include their eventual inclusion.

but sod it.

Milena, chief among those who instantly wanted inclusion. OK, first off she rules. one of the only people who possibly exceed my levels of rage. and also, my bloody prom-date. (which is good, because its not my type of thing. I wasn't going to go. even the word prom fills me with contempt. Not in some pretentious non-conformist way, just I don't like that type of event. ugh.) so yeah, suck on that. a hot girl asked me to the prom. in a platonic way, (come on, shes not mental) but still suck on it. ha.

Mcgregor, second to ask if memory serves me. well, she has a thing about rugby balls. Not that type of a thing (you sicken me.) just she has this crazy fear that the damned thing will land in her hands and she be flattened by over eager rugby players, or those who need contact with a girl that badly and have seen a golden opportunity. during a fire alarm today, we walked towards the field together and there was a rugby ball on the floor a good 12 feet away. Inanimate. static. no one near it. no one owned it. no one touched it. She made a squeaking noise of fear and sunk her fingers deep in to my arm. Jesus Christ that hurt. seriously. 30 seconds later she clawed away and ran from it, arms shaking like a bloody chicken. this isn't a one-time thing. then she denied it was her. and if you think I'm being mean, I told her this probably wouldn't be positive. she's a lovely girl, but I'm a selfish bastard and my arm hurts. so there.

look out for Damn you all part.2
the blog will get better.