To read about my whole debate/fight/a spiteful conversation spawned by the boredom of the Internet and the misinterpretation of "crap" with Dylan, click on the link below. And stuff. Have fun!

That of Which is of Bitterness Dispute

This is what happens when two easily irritated, yet irritable amongst themselves, go on about a debate--the reason of which, forgotten within the depth of all the bitterness dispute between each two individuals. One claims that he does not take things personally, but questionably, when a certain person [such as I] kept childishly calling him a "Mister Suckitty Suck Suck" that he keeps IMing back from the response of his away message. Yet the other, a girl [I] is yet still a little mysterious [in some ways] of why she is so full of bickering hatred, and is immediately pissed off when her "opponent" uses her personal past, that of which he hardly knows anything about, as a way of poor insult.

And the bitterness and hatred multiplies.

Much was lost to this conversation, for the girl was signed off by the ever-so-evil AIM, and when she was signed off, the other, a guy, closed his IM window, therefore, almost everything that was said between the girl putting her away message on and being signed off, is forever lost. Oh woe, the world.

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I have my fair share of debates around the Internet, mostly, with random idiots that IM me and I don't really know, nor have I EVER met in person. Although, those debates seem to end steadily--as quick as it started, and is usually started with myself. Yes, I would start debates out of boredom. It's fun. Yet---the funnest, longest, most emotional debates I have, are with people I know a little more personally. I don't know Dylan that well, I must say... but I DO go to school with him, and I know more about him that random Internet Idiots that annoy the shit out of me. And yes, this debate didn't go political... economical.. nationally social... it wasn't just a normal debate. It was a pretty emotional and IRRITATING, debate---that of which, had it's own misinterpreted parts in it, that made it more irritable and utterly annoying.

Now, a different person. I don't remember if anyone can remember me Blogging about another MORE emotional debate that Lorraine and I had with Ryan, but wow. That was another very personal and yet, irritating debate. Ugh, I forgot exactly how it started, nor how it ended. But everything is good with him and I again. He's my cousin! [I think] Yeah.. I'll get to that later.

Anywho. Even if these more personal debates can hurt... even to the slightest bit... it's still, a lot more worthwhile. I only wish I could have more of these debates in person. I was trying to challenge Dylan to a face-to-face-battle, but he refused. Heh. I still say he's a coward. BUT NOW, there may be a little tension comming from me, more than him. I don't know what I'll do when I see him in person. I'm not the kind of person that will just talk shit online, and think everything is hanky panky in person. Yes, I DO hold my occasional grudges, but you know what? Fuck you. I'm set within my ways, and I refuse to change just because someone---ANYONE---wants me to.

I don't know, we'll see. If Dylan and I do end up having a person-to-person, face-to-face confrontation about this, I might end up slapping him, or at the most, kicking the living shit out of him. I really don't know. I don't know myself, I'm pretty much unpredictable. I've had this itch inside myself... an itch to kick ass. I just want to get it OUT and whoever fucking triggers it in person, will fucking pay. Bra. ha. ha. ha. ha. ha. ha. ha.

What am I saying? Ugh, Dylan would never fight me. Whatever. Someone... ANYONE.... fucking piss me off. I want to kick someone's ass, just for the fun of it. Oh! It would be more fun if it were a girl, because girl fights are more gruesome. I mean, guys may occasionally hold back their punches and crap, but with girls... oohhhh boy, fucking bring it on!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Honestly, Blogging is so theraputic. I love Blogger.

*yawn* I have to get to sleep now, my schnigelz, I have a dentist appointment tommorow morning after zero period. Ugh. I have to wake up at 6:30, get to school, stay there for no more than an hour, get picked up, go to the dentist, go back to school to finish up English, POSSIBLY go into Computer Graphics [I might just go home or something, with the excuse from my mother] and uhh.. go home. I have a game at 4 in Watsonville, so I have to go back to school all dressed and ready in my basketball uniform so my team mates can give me a ride, go to my game, blah blah blah, go home, do homework, study for finals, bagh. Work sucks. Why can't I just turn into a worm?

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