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Why can’t some people just leave me alone?

I have been getting little whiny complaints from people that don’t really even comment on my blog, but I decided to take the time to take less time…

In short, my blog posts are apparently too long… w0ah! :Backs off:

Anyway, let’s recap my weekend.

Saturday, I woke up (unfortunately) at around 7:30… I just kept hitting snooze on my alarm since 6:09AM. If I hadn’t done that, I would have been able to get a little more sleep. Oh well.

I NEED A DIGITAL CAMERA. For a few reasons. More on this later.

Either that, or Zack to come live with me so I don’t have to spend my time entertaining other people and focus on Zack physically (as opposed to just online)…

Going back to Saturday, I was tired so I came home and lied around… That is pretty much all that happened that night. Zack buddy had been staying with a friend since Friday evening, so he still hadn’t come home to talk to me. I was lonely. Boo… hoo…

Sunday came. I was disturbed by someone from Orchestra calling and telling me, “Hey, you need to come with us to Rockwall and play at a Yacht Club”… I kindly rejected. Then mother dearest begged me, and so I finally agreed, and had called her 20 times on her cell phone… She didn’t answer, and called back around 5 minutes before I was supposed to leave. So I put on my tuxedo :sigh: … ate… packed my MP3 Player (scroll back a few posts to see when I acquired that)… Came home… Relaxed… Finally talked to Zack. He made me feel uber-special as always…

Presenting the reason I don’t care about how anyone else treats me:

Intelligence Boi: some sites have ugly site designs
Zacko409: yes yes
Zacko409: i love u!!!!!
Intelligence Boi:
Zacko409: www.ebay.com l2s
Intelligence Boi: WHY
Intelligence Boi: lol
Zacko409: various reasons
Intelligence Boi: list them so i can feel even more loved
Zacko409: ighty
Zacko409: you are my bestest buddy… you speak your mind… your funny… entertaining…
Zacko409: ummm
Zacko409: to many to type

Aww (:

Screen names are edited for quality control purposes.

In other news… Let’s see what happened today.

I received a response from Chris. I wrote an e-mail to him. As you know, he was my short-lived best friend, locally. Unfortunately, I require too much attention and affection from people. I was caring too much, and when that happens, I always receive just the opposite. Oh well.

I wrote him a semi-lengthy e-mail back… And on top of that, speaking of e-mail:

Hotmail decided to erase my:
A) Folders I had Created
B) The e-mails in those folders
C) All e-mails in my Inbox prior to December 11th, 2004.

I have had that account for years. I had a large archive, and specific folders for specific users. Now, it’s all gone. Joy. NOT.

I need a digital camera, still. I want to take pictures of random people that I think are pretty, and stick them on my blog to keep you entertained. Sounds entertaining, eh? Seriously. I think a lot of people are hot. Some people say I have low standards…

I don’t want to ramble, but consider this. People say I have “low standards”, but what are they really seeing in the other person?

You know how some people say they enjoy people’s “inner beauty”? It’s amazing, however, that they always say this AFTER they find the person attractive, or AFTER they have started gone out with them. It sort of falls into place, but it really should be the other way. I’d like to think that I can sort of see ahead of most people as far as how someone is inside. I can see if you are caring, nice, rude, sweet, honest, tactful, and the like.

If you’re all of those, you’re perfect (;

Ha. But seriously… I find certain kinds of people pretty. Maybe because the people that look like my definitions of ‘pretty’ have personalities more beautiful than the most attractive models in this world?

I look for weird things. I look for different kinds of people. I want someone who is original. That’s hard to find now, with everyone acting different so that they end up going back to the start of the loop, back to where they started– unorginality.

I don’t want to ramble, not for today. Everyone gets a break.

In the latest news, I had a rehearsal until 6:15PM. That was 00buh-fun. Not.

I ran into the little flaming homosexual that I typed about in my previous entry. Search for “ARTURO” with Ctrl+F. You’ll get results. I thought I would make sure he read the good, juicy content that is my blog. I walked up to him (from a distance– I don’t want to be grabbed, etc.) and said “Go away. Now. Go away. Bye!” (because about 99% of the band people on the stage had left, which is where we were practicing)…. And…

This is a dramatic re-enactment by the way. This is EXACTLY how it sounded.

*gets nasal passages clogged* *talks in high pitched voice* *acts whiny* *gets hands ready to flap*

Arturo’s response was:
“I’m sorry, but I don’t talk to you”

*Flaps hands now, on cue!*

I replied with, “Did you read my journal entry? I wrote something about you interesting in my journal–all for you!” and ended with (as the rest of the orchestra on stage was quiet) “just in case you happened to stumble upon it again.

*Sigh* Come out of the closet already.

In straight news, Ariel has… expressed interest in taking me out on a date. Tim (Palmer) started laughing when her friend told me saying, “Isn’t is supposed to be the other way around?” I don’t know really, but I’m pretty sure she knows how to drive… I… am the opposite.

Now on to the aggravating bastard that no one likes. WOOT. I have pictures (: I’ll post those eventually.

Moving along: Antonio’s an idiot.

I don’t mention him in my blog because:
A) No one likes him;
B) No one cares about him, not even his mother;
C) He wanted to kill himself and I normally don’t talk about that kind of trash around here;
D) He’s a waste of time;
E) No one likes him; (… Oops? Did I say that already?! What the–!?)
F) I never have anything positive to say about him;
G) He’s a waste of your reading.
H) He is aggravating.
I) No one cares about him.
J) He doesn’t shut up.
K) He can’t stop IMing me.
L) He says I IMed him with random SNs, when I don’t want to contact him at all;
M) No one likes him;
N) He doesn’t appreciate anything anyone does for him;
O) His only friends are made through sex or cars;
P) His actual FRIENDS are non-existant, except through sex;
Q) No one likes him, still… Sadly isn’t changing.
R) He only makes me unhappy;
S) He only makes everyone unhappy.
T) He wastes my time, your time, our time!
U) Listening to him speak is a waste of time;
V) Reading what he types on AIM is a waste of time;
W) No one cares about him, likes him, wants to be around him;
X) He is only rude;
Y) He disrespects those that used to love him;
Z) He hides things from people;
1) He doesn’t understand the value of things;
2) He tries to make other people’s lives appear to be worse than his own;
3) He tries to make everyone that he doesn’t like feel bad;
4) He tries to make everyone that DOES like him feel bad as well; Like I said, he has no regard for anyone else;
5) … He just sucks.
6) Still sucks.
7) Stilllll Sucking.
Sucks more now.
9) What?
0) Time Wasted. Yes, that’s a Zero. Not a Ten.

Apparently, I was on another screen name, IMing someone which I no longer have on my buddy list, and make every effort to block all of his screen names….

When you get done reading this…

If he really has as many friends as he says he does, and I’m the loser:
A) Why does he waste his time IMing someone that no longer cares about him or loves him?
B) Why does he waste … or use… his time trying to find ways to make me annoyed with him?

There’s a difference between me being annoyed with you, angry with you, and not wanting to talk to you.

Not wanting to talk to you means I’m just totally fed up with you, so screw you. Go away. PERMANENTLY. AGAIN, PEERRRRRMANNNNNENNNNTTLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYY. I do not like you.

FEEL THE F###ING LOVE.

Now, a log of the stupidity.

Part One:
nos1211: o u dont im me yet psychologist boi has the same font as you and same spelling
Intelligence Boi: wtf?
nos1211: but ill be back when im done eating asshole.
Intelligence Boi: psychologist boi?
Intelligence Boi: You have problems..
Intelligence Boi: lol.
nos1211: no ur mom has problems
Intelligence Boi: Listen darling.
nos1211: im sure it was u
nos1211: but ok
nos1211: bbye
Intelligence Boi: I’m not the one that wants to kill myself.
Intelligence Boi: I highly doubt I have problems. Sowwy
Intelligence Boi: And I wouldn’t IM your sorry ass, unless someone paid me. $$$
Previous message was not received by nos1211 because of error: User nos1211 is not available.

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Part Two:
BCnR33RACEr: ha ha i dont wanna kill myself so ur wrong there
Intelligence Boi: And I wouldn’t IM your sorry ass, unless someone paid me. $$$
Intelligence Boi:
BCnR33RACEr: and u do got problems.
BCnR33RACEr: srry ass = u
Intelligence Boi: Don’t we all? I meant, psychological problems.
BCnR33RACEr: ur the loser. not me.
Intelligence Boi: I think you actually need to see one, though.
BCnR33RACEr: i got friends unlike urself.
Intelligence Boi: I am flattered that you think someone with a psychologist’s SN or something…
Intelligence Boi: is me..lol
Intelligence Boi: Cool. I always hear your “friends” saying “no one’s close to Antonio.”
Intelligence Boi: I was talking to … #$%&##
Intelligence Boi: and I was saying
BCnR33RACEr: ha ha u wish nigro.
Intelligence Boi: “I don’t talk to people that are close friends with Antonio
Intelligence Boi: ”
BCnR33RACEr: and i dont care who talks what
Intelligence Boi: and he said “No one’s close to antonio” and starts laughing
BCnR33RACEr: cuz it dont matter to me at all.
Intelligence Boi: you’re right. I don’t have friends
Intelligence Boi: I don’t need people like that
Intelligence Boi: I only need Zack
Intelligence Boi: Lmao.
BCnR33RACEr: sad part of it is. ur a loser
BCnR33RACEr: get it through ur head.
Intelligence Boi: Enjoy getting your pussy and sex. That’ll only satisfy for you for a few hours.
BCnR33RACEr: now im gonna go eat
Intelligence Boi:
BCnR33RACEr: ur right it does
BCnR33RACEr: very much so
Intelligence Boi: As for me, my friendship will keep me happy, and I can go to sleep every night knowing I’m loved
BCnR33RACEr: ill be back when im done eating
Intelligence Boi: Not becuase of my “supposed” large cock.
Intelligence Boi: because*
Intelligence Boi: ttyl.
BCnR33RACEr: so if u wanna continue arguing later.
Intelligence Boi: I really…
Intelligence Boi: really wish..
Intelligence Boi: you would never speak to me again.
BCnR33RACEr: ur the one who spoke to me today
Intelligence Boi: really wish.
BCnR33RACEr: ill show u the log later when i get back.
Intelligence Boi: Um, I don’t speak to you.
Intelligence Boi: Lol.
Intelligence Boi: What time was this at?

He signed off…

And a little “caring” (?) note. I was going to say in my A-Z 1-0 List that Antonio’s “Birth was Pointless.” I just wish he would act himself. And, I’ve said this before, but there’s a reason everyone’s on this planet… His is as follows:

Become friends with Charles Conrad. Lookee Charles. Your name will soon point to a search result relating to you on search engines! Wootz0rz.

Next, have Charles become friends with Zack.

Next, give Antonio web hosting. Then Charles will want it.

Then ZACK will want it. Zack = t3h sh1tz0r / pwnz0r / p1mpz0r = W00tzor. I start talking to him. Instant Enjoyment of his Personaliy. Instant Best friendship. Est. April 07, 2004.

Life is beautiful/Perfect. Let us keep it that way, forever.

ARGH WTF. I forgot to mention that I’m getting a cellphone soon. :Cheers: I hope I can use my 6-year-old cell with the service. I hate new cellphones… Just me. All’z for now.