Another bitter [in my part] conversation with Dylan:

Gojita3001: Heyo
I am NOT pangit: Your Blogger won't let me comment on one of your entries.
Gojita3001: ?
I am NOT pangit: Does it allow tags?
Gojita3001: You mean PortaLog?
I am NOT pangit: heh
I am NOT pangit: yeah
Gojita3001: Yeah,
Gojita3001: it allows all HTML 3.0,
I am NOT pangit: What is the post limit?
Gojita3001: no Java.
Gojita3001: I don't think there is a post limit...
I am NOT pangit: ...
I am NOT pangit: It won't let me post my comment.
Gojita3001: are you using
instead of the enter key for line breaks?
I am NOT pangit: I used

Gojita3001: no problem there,
I am NOT pangit: Bah. It's being lame.
Gojita3001: paste the comment here,
Gojita3001: lemme try it
I am NOT pangit: No, you won't post it after you read it.
Gojita3001: ah...
Gojita3001: then, maybe there is a reason why it won't let you post.
I am NOT pangit: And I wouldn't be suprised if you deleted it after you read it on your blog anyways.
I am NOT pangit: Oh. Does it filter out bad words?
Gojita3001: I have a language filter, you know.
Gojita3001: Yeah,
Gojita3001: and it
I am NOT pangit: okay
I am NOT pangit: i can deal with that.
Gojita3001: and it's a really good filter.
Gojita3001: Trust me,
Gojita3001: I made it.
Gojita3001: you there?
Gojita3001: ::knock::
Gojita3001: ::knock::
I am NOT pangit: God damn you and your filter.
I am NOT pangit: *bitter*
I am NOT pangit: I'll revise my post then.
Gojita3001: sounds good.
Gojita3001: Ah yes...
Gojita3001: The language filter...
Gojita3001: 100% perfect.
I am NOT pangit: heh
I am NOT pangit: What about the word, "stupid"?
Gojita3001: that goes through,
Gojita3001: ao does larf,
Gojita3001: and pork.
Gojita3001: *so
Gojita3001: ::imagines post::

Auto response from I am NOT pangit: Crapitty crap crap crap.

Gojita3001: Larfity larf larf
Gojita3001: tra la la
Gojita3001: ::hum::
I am NOT pangit: Oh my fucking God.
Gojita3001: yeah?
I am NOT pangit: Does it filter out piss, too?
Gojita3001: yeah
I am NOT pangit: HOLY SHIT.
I am NOT pangit: What about crap?
Gojita3001: various reasons.
Gojita3001: Of course.
I am NOT pangit: *cringe*
Gojita3001: Actually,
Gojita3001: PortaLog filters comments based on their syntax.
Gojita3001: If you use something in a 'happy' way,
Gojita3001: then it will post it, even if it has bad words in it.

Auto response from I am NOT pangit: Crapitty crap crap crap.

Gojita3001: la la la
Gojita3001: Mil should listen to the programmre.
Gojita3001: *programmer
Gojita3001: tra-la-la
I am NOT pangit: This is so lame.
Gojita3001: really?
Gojita3001: ::happy, mocking tone::
I am NOT pangit: heh
Gojita3001: Oh-well!
I am NOT pangit: Fuck you, I'm not done yet.
Gojita3001: okay,
Gojita3001: continue,
Gojita3001: continue
Gojita3001: You will fail, ultimately.

Auto response from I am NOT pangit: lala.

Gojita3001: two can play at that game:
Gojita3001: tra la la
Gojita3001: tra la la
Gojita3001: la la
Gojita3001: la laaaa
Gojita3001: kwa kwa kwa
Gojita3001: oh, nice.
I am NOT pangit: Moron. Of course I realised that everything I would do will fail. So, I improvised.
Gojita3001: Good way of doing it.
I am NOT pangit: heh
I am NOT pangit: Whatever.
Gojita3001: ::impressed::
Gojita3001: ::evil laugh::
Gojita3001: I'm so proud of that filter!
Gojita3001: Don't worry,
I am NOT pangit: Don't worry what?
Gojita3001: I'm not going to delete that comment.
I am NOT pangit: I would win if you did.
I am NOT pangit: And then, I will laugh in your face.
I am NOT pangit: in person
I am NOT pangit: :-)
Gojita3001: ::smug look::
I am NOT pangit: That would be bad tactics if you did.
I am NOT pangit: Hah.
Gojita3001: M-kay
Gojita3001: but, I'm doing more as a precident to those whom try and crack the PortaLog censor-ship code
I am NOT pangit: president
Gojita3001: yeah...
I am NOT pangit: heh
Gojita3001: Bad spelling haunts me...
I am NOT pangit: Obviously.
Gojita3001: yeah.
Gojita3001: ::reads blogger entry::
I am NOT pangit: Take your time.
I am NOT pangit: Say whatever you want. Just be prepared to say it to me in person, as well.
I am NOT pangit: And I'm not bluffing.
Gojita3001: I know,
Gojita3001: but I'm not worried.
I am NOT pangit: Good.
I am NOT pangit: This will be fun.
I am NOT pangit: :-)
I am NOT pangit: I hate wasting my time in worthless debates.
I am NOT pangit: At least I get to say what I really feel in person this time.
I am NOT pangit: Oh this is going to be grand.
Gojita3001: In person?
Gojita3001: okay...
I am NOT pangit: Worst case scenario: You don't mind hitting a girl, do you?
Gojita3001: No, violence is bad.
I am NOT pangit: Because things may get violent if the cards are played right. ^.^
Gojita3001: Only for self-defense.
I am NOT pangit: Okay.
I am NOT pangit: Hee hee <3
Gojita3001: So, you call the punches.
I am NOT pangit: Not punches... I might knock you down.
I am NOT pangit: I don't know.
Gojita3001: uh-huh...
I am NOT pangit: I guess I'll keep my violence within verbal boundaries.
I am NOT pangit: Well.
I am NOT pangit: Do you really want to see if I can?
Gojita3001: not really...
I am NOT pangit: I'm up for it if you are. :-)
Gojita3001: I don't like to use violence.
I am NOT pangit: Ho ho ho. I feel like such a little bully. Oh my. ^.^
Gojita3001: (O_o);
Gojita3001: "I KNOW deep inside, you want to punch me right on the jaw, but you can't. You say you don't take things personally, but why didn't you just ignore me, or block me?"
Gojita3001: Um,
I am NOT pangit: *snicker*
Gojita3001: why on Earth would I want to punch you in the jaw?
I am NOT pangit: I don't know. I was just making a pondering statement.
I am NOT pangit: :-)
Gojita3001: ah,
Gojita3001: okay...
Gojita3001: I just hope people don't label me as a passive aggressive person, holding back punches.
I am NOT pangit: Holding back punches against someone who won't throw them? Trust me, now that I know you're not a violent person, I most likely won't use my fists.
I am NOT pangit: It's like slaughtering a bunch of unarmed citizens.
I am NOT pangit: But in a less... violent way.
Gojita3001: Um, unarmed?
I am NOT pangit: Let me explain.
Gojita3001: when did I become unarmed?
I am NOT pangit: Let. Me. Explain.
Gojita3001: ::lets::
I am NOT pangit: Slaughtering someone unarmed is somewhat comparible to someone who refuses to use violence. Why? Because when you slaughter someone unarmed, all it really takes is one slash with a sword or a shot of a gun to kill or disable them.
Gojita3001: continue.
I am NOT pangit: Continue? Isn't that enough for you to grasp the concept?
I am NOT pangit: Okay fine.
I am NOT pangit: I will.
Gojita3001: well, you used it to explain why you wouldn't fight me.
Gojita3001: so,
Gojita3001: erm,
I am NOT pangit: heh
Gojita3001: yeah.
I am NOT pangit: So what do you really want?
I am NOT pangit: Just tell me.
I am NOT pangit: I won't give you an A. B. C. multiple choice, more like.. a short little essay.
I am NOT pangit: Or just a short answer.
I am NOT pangit: I'm up for anything.
I am NOT pangit: Just give me an answer... What do you really want?
Gojita3001: Money...But you can tell me your views on violence, why you won't fight me because of my neo-pacifist ways, and an answer to this:
I am NOT pangit: Money?
I am NOT pangit: Go ask your dad, I don't have any.
I am NOT pangit: [If you couldn't tell, I was being sarcastic]
Gojita3001: "About that shit with my family."
I only made a reference to your childhood, not your family.
Gojita3001: It went something like this:
Gojita3001: "..Could this be because of a shawdowed childhood?"
Gojita3001: question:
I am NOT pangit: Oh, okay. My mistake. When you said "childhood", I immediately went to my family as a reference because that's where most of the bad parts of my childhood came from.
Gojita3001: if it only takes a small connection with a childhood I know nothing of, then why did you make such a whale out of this harmless minnoe?
Gojita3001: *mino
Gojita3001: **minno
Gojita3001: (blargh! I can't spell!)
I am NOT pangit: What the hell is a minnoe/mino/minno?
Gojita3001: those things that are made in comparrisson to larger things,
Gojita3001: example:
I am NOT pangit: I'll tell you the truth.
Gojita3001: "The fish was this big!"
I am NOT pangit: Yes, I did have a bad childhood.
Gojita3001: and it was only an inch,
Gojita3001: ah.
Gojita3001: that explains a lot.
I am NOT pangit: Under different circumstances, I would tell you part of it.
I am NOT pangit: But now, I don't trust you.
I am NOT pangit: You know why?
Gojita3001: Nope.
I am NOT pangit: Because I'm afraid you'll go off and use those things against me..
I am NOT pangit: ...in the future.
Gojita3001: Why would I do that?
I am NOT pangit: I don't know.
I am NOT pangit: I don't know you.
I am NOT pangit: It's just an inner fear.
Gojita3001: You know my morals, I don't do those things.
I am NOT pangit: Because I don't trust you.
I am NOT pangit: Still.
I am NOT pangit: I don't trust you.
Gojita3001: Have you ever met someone who you can trust?
I am NOT pangit: Yes.
Gojita3001: Someone you can tell everything to?
I am NOT pangit: No.
I am NOT pangit: I only tell little things to each person that I trust.
I am NOT pangit: Not the whole platter.
I am NOT pangit: And actually..
I am NOT pangit: to be truthfull
I am NOT pangit: I tell my past to people that don't know me, and I know that I will never, ever meet in person or talk to ever again. You know why?
I am NOT pangit: Because they will never use that against me.
I am NOT pangit: Because they don't know me, where I live, who I am.
I am NOT pangit: But you.
I am NOT pangit: I just don't trust you.
Gojita3001: [lemme say something, it'll be long, so patience]
I am NOT pangit: Telling things to strangers..
I am NOT pangit: okay fine
I am NOT pangit: Go ahead.
Gojita3001: thanks
Gojita3001: When I went on my year of observence, I noticed a lot of things. People are vicious, terrible creatures. Few of them can be trusted.
I am NOT pangit: I've known that ever since I was a small child.
Gojita3001: religious thing,
Gojita3001: I had to do it to continue my life...
Gojita3001: erm,
Gojita3001: I'll explain it later...
Gojita3001: anywho,
Gojita3001: There are a lot of people with values like you, Mil. They only tell an elite handfull of people about things that trouble themselves.
Gojita3001: [more]
I am NOT pangit: [I'm not ignorant.. I already know that. I know a lot of people, Dylan]
Gojita3001: [getting to the point, I know that you aren't ignorant of things around you]
Gojita3001: Talking helps people solve their problems. It has amazing euphorical effects on the brain.
Gojita3001: But in small controlled doses,
I am NOT pangit: Yet you can't do it in person.
I am NOT pangit: Or haven't, to me, anyways.
Gojita3001: like yours, and others,
Gojita3001: you can't get very far.
I am NOT pangit: Me personally, or are you refering to other people as well?
Gojita3001: all people with your ethics
Gojita3001: [more]
I am NOT pangit: And what about yours?
Gojita3001: [ I'll get to me, it'll be a give/take thing]
I am NOT pangit: Okay.
Gojita3001: It is no wonder why people need psychiatrists to talk out their problems. People need to release their problems all at once. And people can only do this if they trust the other person with their secrets, past lives, sepperate personalities, etc...
I am NOT pangit: No.
I am NOT pangit: I couldn't stand talking to a psychiatrist.
Gojita3001: yeah,
Gojita3001: nor could I.
Gojita3001: or many others.
I am NOT pangit: heh
Gojita3001: ...which was why I decided to become a trust-worthy person during my year of decision.
Gojita3001: I can make a difference sort of thing
I am NOT pangit: What sort of thing?
I am NOT pangit: Oh.
Gojita3001: "I can make a difference"-esque
I am NOT pangit: heh
Gojita3001: So I work very hard at becoming someone who can be trusted, and had very high ethical, as well as moral values.
I am NOT pangit: I have to go now. My mom is going to use the computer.
Gojita3001: blargh!
I am NOT pangit: We can continue this tommorow during school if you want.
I am NOT pangit: You were taking too long.
I am NOT pangit: Later.
Gojita3001: I'm not even half-way done...
Gojita3001: ttyl
I am NOT pangit: Yeah whatever.

[I don't have enough time to bold what I said since my mom is hollering right behind me to get off her damn computer, so shit on you. Later.

I tried making a comment on Dylan's blog entry at Crash Portal, but the little shit has a filter worse than the ones you find in those little kiddy message boards. Therefore, I just posted a link as a comment on his blog, pointing directly to here. Anyone who wants to read it can, and don't mother fucking blame me if you feel offended, it was your fucking decision to read my blog anyway.

First of all, I didn't give a shit about your stupid poem. Where the hell did that come from? All I did was that I kept IMing your when you had your stupid away message on, and sadly, you kept IMing back. Hah! Shows how easily irritated you can be.

Secondly, you won? Hahahahahahahaha. How the hell can you win something FULLY, without even having the guts to say anything to me in person? You can say shit online or in the phone, but when it comes to face to face confrontation, you're nothing. Worthless.

Example: You saw me afterschool the day after we had that argument/debate. And what did you do? Smile and wave and me. What a fake. Showing my true colors, I flipped you off and said, "Fuck you, Dylan". You know why? Because I was merely expressing my true and vulgar feelings. What about you? I KNOW deep inside, you want to punch me right on the jaw, but you can't. You say you don't take things personally, but why didn't you just ignore me, or block me? FYI, I didn't directly ask you to judge me. When did I say, "Oh great idiot Dylan, please tell me all of my faults and crap so I could be a happy person and you could piss off". No. Actually, you were the one that was saying that you wanted to "advance" yourself and wanted to know what was wrong with you. What did I do? I refused to tell you, because you would have as what you said in your blog entry, your pride and overlook other people's judgements. You ask for it, yet you don't accept it.

Now. About that shit with my family. You said on a chat that took place before that one portion that you posted that I was like the way I am because of my past. You don't know shit about my past. Like what I said before, you use fake shit.. to gain shit... and therefore, all you have is shit. When you debate, you're supposed to use real facts so you could have a BACKUP to--guess what? BACK UP YOUR FACTS.

Come on, debate with me some more. Just make sure to get ready to actually do it in person, because another word of shit from you online, I will confront you in person. Use your "tactics" with me in online?.... I'll use my tactics with you in person. No, not punch you in the face [although if you really piss me off, I might take a swing at it], but a verbal conversation/debate. In person. I'm ready, just tell me. Or even better.... show me.

*laughs* In a way, I kind of won a part of this war already. I got you to stop your studies. You kept on saying that you had to do your finals, yet you kept answering to my messages on your "away message". I had won over you and you didn't even realise it. Sure, you think won over me when I started cussing you off, but how long have you known me? Long enough to know that I cuss ALL THE TIME. Ask anyone. Anyone from our school, anyway.... not one of your Internet friends that don't know a single thing about me. Yes, I do have a temper, and yes, I did get that from my mom and dad. So? At least my dad died when I was 3.. if I was exposed to his behaviors to this day, I probably would be in juvenile hall right now.

Wooh, I can't wait until you respond to this. See ya in school! =D [moron]

[P.S.]Oh yeah, if you or your little friends want to read the beginning of our little "chat" that night, just tell them to go to my blogger. The beginning to when I blogged about it and blocked you for two minutes of the conversation is up there. Have fun, kiddios.

Teenage drama, ya gotta love it.

MidniteRain012: and wow, did you hear about the Sean and Steph thing?
I am NOT pangit: They broke up?
I am NOT pangit: All teenage relationships never last.
MidniteRain012: yea, but it goes a little further than that
I am NOT pangit: heh
MidniteRain012: like he was talking shit,
MidniteRain012: and told hella ppl that she went back for Corey
MidniteRain012: then i don't know what he did, but he or someone else in PTS hacked into the neopara para site, and jacked it up a little while ago
I am NOT pangit: hahahahahahahaha
I am NOT pangit: Why did he do it?
I am NOT pangit: What did steph do?
MidniteRain012: nothing
MidniteRain012: i don't think
I am NOT pangit: She probably did something to piss him off.
MidniteRain012: well she broke up with him
I am NOT pangit: Well there ya go.
I am NOT pangit: Even if it's not really a reason to go all ballistic and hack the para site, it's still a reason nonetheless.
MidniteRain012: whoa...
MidniteRain012: that's affecting alot of ppl though
MidniteRain012: not just one person
MidniteRain012: and so now like everyone is pissed
I am NOT pangit: hahahahahahahaha
I am NOT pangit: That's sad.
I am NOT pangit: It's not like there were really that serious.
I am NOT pangit: Nor did they really go out for that long.
I am NOT pangit: It's kind of funny what Sean did.
MidniteRain012: yea

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There's another thing that pisses me off. Teenagers tend to get too emotional and overboard when their boyfriend/girlfriend breaks up with them. What the hell? First of all, you're mother fucking young. You have your highschool, college and future career up ahead of you, and you're fucking worrying about how some "whore" or "pig" broke up with you. You have your entire life to go out and find someone else, it's not like he/she is the last person in this god-forsaken world to mate with. OPTIONS, PEOPLE. People that fall in love for the first time and think that THAT person is the one for them, the one that they will cherish and love for all eternity, is a fucking ignoramus. How can you know right there and then that you and that person were ment for each other, if that was the ONLY person you have ever dated/liked/[whatever]? Jesus Christ.

Take my friend, "Mel" [for short]. She has her first boyfriend right now, who she actually "STOLE" from her own stepsister. She met him through the phone while she was at her step sister's house, and RIGHT MOTHER FUCKING THERE, she thinks he's her fucking soulmate. Holy shit. Ignorance and stupidity. Now, she fucking asks all of her friends to drive her to San Francisco just so she could see him, blah di blah blah blah blah, she says she'll kill herself if she doesn't see him, blah blah blah. Let me tell you this.... your enemies can be cruel, but your closest friends will fucking stab you in the back with words that fly around you and you don't even realise it. I'll be honest, my friends and I DO talk shit about how Mel is being such a fucking ignorant drama queen. Her mother was bleeding from fucking nose and mouth from worrying about her, and all she could do is SIGH and tell us she loved her fucking CJ. Me, Lorraine, Stephanie and Christina were all joking around one day, saying how he would commit suicide over her with a fucking spork. I don't know, it's just hilarious. It's hilarious how my friends and I talk so much shit about each other. Hah. We usually do it in a group, but occasionally, two people would talk on the phone and shit talk someone else. I don't really care about what they say about me, it's all probably true anyways. *laughter*

Wow, Rage is a fucking moron.

Let me enlighten you with his AIM profile:

All my life been po'
But it really don't matter no mo'
And they wonder why we act this way
GE's gon' be okay
All my life been po'
But it really don't matter no mo'
And they wonder why we act this way
GE's gon' be okay, okay

Is this a song? Ugh. My ears would start to bleed if I heard some idiot millionaire rapper was singing this in the radio. This is a mother fucking example of what I was talking about in my AIM profile:

Some people try to act all ghetto, forgetting it's real meaning. Being ghetto means having to live from paycheck to paycheck, inside a fourth-class neighborhood, thriving to keep each family member alive with one meal a day. Egotistical, self centered, status seeking, posers who try to build a fake image out of their already picture perfect life and immersing themselves in it, dressing, talking, and walking the 'thugg life'. They all irritate the shit outta me.

I give all of the posers and rich, wannabe ghetto idiots out there a big FUCK YOU. This nation should go through another depression such as the one in the 30's... that would be ONE HELL of a fucking wake-up call. Where are your chrome rims now? Your bling bling?! Your mansions, your clothes, your cars?? GONE! WHOOOOOSSHHHHH! THEY'RE ALL OUTTA HERE. *fiendish laugh*

Oops.

Hahahahahahaha. Idiot is me. All of the links for the songs had errors... my bad. Anywho, I fixed them all now and all of them *should* be downloadable.

Fuck Computer Graphics. I hate Mr. Mejia.

*stays home*

Bah humbug.

Just got back from the fucking dentist. Bagh. I didn't know they were going to give me a root canal TODAY. It was on my upper right tooth, too.... God damn those anesthetics. I swair, I could poke my right eye with a pencil and feel no pain whatsoever. Honestly, even my fucking eye is numb. It feels really cold and the areas around my right eye tingles everytime I blink. It's not really painful, but UGH it's such an irritating feeling. I just hope my teeth/head doesn't start hurting when my game starts. I could stand it if it was numb [even if I might accidentally bite the inside of my cheek and feel the pain later on], I CANNOT play whatsoever if I had a throbbing headache. Bah. I'm hungry, too. My dentist says I can't chew anything for about 24 hours or so. What the fuck? I thought it would only be a few hours. If I knew I couldn't anything for that long, Ii would have stuffed my face before I went to the dentist. But noooooo, I HAD to wake up late this morning and skip breakfast entirely. God damnit. Oh well, I'm just happy they invented CAMPBELL'S SOUP. Tomato soup is of the 0wnage. Oh yeah, Jamba Juice 0wns your soul, too.

GAHHHHHHH FUCK MY FACE. I hate this numbness feeling. Even the whole right side of my nose is NUMB. Bitter bitter bitter bitter.

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?

-.-;

I am NOT pangit: hey! what is rachel's screen name?
Gojita3001: Ratius666,
Gojita3001: but lemme check to make sure
I am NOT pangit: alright
Gojita3001: Ratius666
I am NOT pangit: okay thanks
I am NOT pangit: doesnt' she have other screen names?

Auto response from Gojita3001:
Gojita3001:Such a pulchritudinous pain is mine. How deliciously deep my sorrow. I wish to die, yet I cannot. A candle weeps as it flickers in the wind. The candle is my soul.
I am NOT pangit: What?
Gojita3001: It's poetry... Something I wrote. Ho-hum... I need to focus more on writing, so don't bug me, or I'll use big words, and scare you away. Bwa!

I am NOT pangit: -.-
I am NOT pangit: you suck
Gojita3001: geh...
Gojita3001: I need to stuuuudy....
Gojita3001: I don't think so
I am NOT pangit: fine *cry*
I am NOT pangit: yes you do
I am NOT pangit: late.

Auto response from Gojita3001:
Gojita3001:Such a pulchritudinous pain is mine. How deliciously deep my sorrow. I wish to die, yet I cannot. A candle weeps as it flickers in the wind. The candle is my soul.
I am NOT pangit: What?
Gojita3001: It's poetry... Something I wrote. Ho-hum... I need to focus more on writing, so don't bug me, or I'll use big words, and scare you away. Bwa!

Gojita3001: yeah
I am NOT pangit: omg you are the suckiest suck-sucker in this whole entire sucky world :o

Auto response from Gojita3001:
Gojita3001:Such a pulchritudinous pain is mine. How deliciously deep my sorrow. I wish to die, yet I cannot. A candle weeps as it flickers in the wind. The candle is my soul.
I am NOT pangit: What?
Gojita3001: It's poetry... Something I wrote. Ho-hum... I need to focus more on writing, so don't bug me, or I'll use big words, and scare you away. Bwa!

Gojita3001: <-- busy
I am NOT pangit: okay mister suckitty suck suck
Auto response from Gojita3001:
Gojita3001:Such a pulchritudinous pain is mine. How deliciously deep my sorrow. I wish to die, yet I cannot. A candle weeps as it flickers in the wind. The candle is my soul.
I am NOT pangit: What?
Gojita3001: It's poetry... Something I wrote. Ho-hum... I need to focus more on writing, so don't bug me, or I'll use big words, and scare you away. Bwa!

I am NOT pangit: :-D
Gojita3001: <-- slighty busier
Gojita3001: okay,
Gojita3001: you know what?
I am NOT pangit: hahahahahahaha
Gojita3001: I'm going to scare you off with BIG words
Gojita3001: eheheh...
Gojita3001: or,
I am NOT pangit: like you could spell them
I am NOT pangit: :-)
I am NOT pangit: <--mean
Gojita3001: this is true...
I am NOT pangit: ha.ha.
Gojita3001: My speeling isn't good today,
Gojita3001: or tomorrow,
Gojita3001: or,
Gojita3001: whenever
Gojita3001: anywho,
Gojita3001: since I'm feeling up to it,
Gojita3001: I challenge you to a:
I am NOT pangit: a..
Gojita3001: Battle of the TUNGS!
I am NOT pangit: LOL
Gojita3001: Where we duke it out using [ye] old english
I am NOT pangit: nerd is you.
I am NOT pangit: okay fine
I am NOT pangit: wait
I am NOT pangit: old english?
I am NOT pangit: damn.
Gojita3001: Preferibly Shakespear...
Gojita3001: and Ryhming, as well
Gojita3001: if you have lost the battle befor it has begun,
Gojita3001: why try?
Gojita3001: *before
I am NOT pangit: aye, sire suck-a-lot
I am NOT pangit: I shall give you the honor-eth of going first.
Gojita3001: okies
Gojita3001: [END NORMAL SPEAK]
Gojita3001: Thou hogwashet' my own name,
Gojita3001: whyst' thine own brew of philamptrophy?
I am NOT pangit: You're copy and pasting out of someone elses's work
I am NOT pangit: and/or
Gojita3001: no
I am NOT pangit: copying something you wrote already
I am NOT pangit: T_T
Gojita3001: no, I'm not...
I am NOT pangit: hrm.
Gojita3001: nope,
I am NOT pangit: fine
Gojita3001: I'm actually writting this out,
I am NOT pangit: okay okay
I am NOT pangit: continue
Gojita3001: I memorized a Shakespear play!
Gojita3001: no no, it's your turn, answer my question...
Gojita3001: and such...
Gojita3001: ...or thou face a death so keen as to give the taste of bile.
I am NOT pangit: Aye. Wherefore shalt thou speak such nonsense words, for I do not know the meaning of thou 'philamtrophy'.
I am NOT pangit: Perhaps thou mispelt tis' real spelling?
I am NOT pangit: [omg i suck]
Gojita3001: ah, my dearest Miladel, for, you see, my speeling isn't of the kind
I am NOT pangit: The kind of which?
Gojita3001: it beith of the romance language, and so it is difficult to portray from thine own lips
Gojita3001: lips of fiery words a plenty,
Gojita3001: of which wrath shalt come on wings of much swiftness!
Gojita3001: My life is but a triffle too short to spend waiting
I am NOT pangit: Curse this nonsense of ye Olde' English. For I am of the modern kind, therefore, I do not understand this crap. Go, ye nerdiest of the nerdy, back to your studies.
I am NOT pangit: *whipcrack*
I am NOT pangit: Go!
Gojita3001: [END OLD ENGLISH]
Gojita3001: heh
I am NOT pangit: -_-;
Gojita3001: I wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnn!
I am NOT pangit: You suck.
I am NOT pangit: You didn't even make sense.
Gojita3001: O_o
I am NOT pangit: that was so random..
I am NOT pangit: what you said
Gojita3001: What do you mean?
I am NOT pangit: even if i did understand it
Gojita3001: Yeah,
Gojita3001: I said that my spelling wasn't so good,
I am NOT pangit: you talked about the romance of language
I am NOT pangit: and lips
I am NOT pangit: to fiery lips
I am NOT pangit: to..
Gojita3001: because it was from the old language,
I am NOT pangit: what was it again?
I am NOT pangit: wings?
I am NOT pangit: o_O
Gojita3001: and so to speak it, was to cause wrath to those who could hear me
I am NOT pangit: yeah, but it was too random
I am NOT pangit: it didn't flow
I am NOT pangit: even if it was in the style of olde' english
Gojita3001: the wings metaphor hints of the speed at which it causes wretching
I am NOT pangit: which is..?
I am NOT pangit: what was it metaphoring?
Gojita3001: really fast
Gojita3001: [WARNING! SPOILER AHEAD]
I am NOT pangit: o_O
I am NOT pangit: wtf
Gojita3001: When God sent down his winged army to smot the devel,
Gojita3001: they came at such speed,
Gojita3001: (on their wings)
I am NOT pangit: What the freak...
I am NOT pangit: I thought we were having a normal conversation
I am NOT pangit: not some history
I am NOT pangit: on God
I am NOT pangit: or whatever
I am NOT pangit: you cheated!
Gojita3001: that it was written to be wrathful speed,
Gojita3001: well,
Gojita3001: no
Gojita3001: I was using a metephor
I am NOT pangit: to what?
I am NOT pangit: a metaphor for what?
Gojita3001: metephors where used by Shakespear
Gojita3001: I JUST SAID TO WHAT IT WAS!!!
Gojita3001: omfg
I am NOT pangit: Yes, i know what a metaphor is.
Gojita3001: Mil,
I am NOT pangit: omg
I am NOT pangit: what the hell
I am NOT pangit: ON WINGS?
Gojita3001: are you high, or something?
I am NOT pangit: No.
Gojita3001: YEAH!
I am NOT pangit: You're the one that's HIGH.
I am NOT pangit: that's freaking RANDOM
Gojita3001: high on LIFE!
I am NOT pangit: WINGS?
I am NOT pangit: what the hell?
Gojita3001: that's not random,
I am NOT pangit: WINGS.
Gojita3001: it was planned out,
I am NOT pangit: where did that come from?
I am NOT pangit: for what?
Gojita3001: thoughtfully,
Gojita3001: I just explained it!
I am NOT pangit: YES YOU DID.
Gojita3001: it was a metephor,
I am NOT pangit: BUT WHY DID YOU USE IT?
I am NOT pangit: It was a pretty lame subject.
I am NOT pangit: And random.
I am NOT pangit: "oh let's talk in old english"
Gojita3001: to EXPLAIN the effects of my BAD SPEELING!
Gojita3001: GAH!!!!!
I am NOT pangit: "and talk about wings"
I am NOT pangit: "and random crap"
I am NOT pangit: "that people don't care about"
Gojita3001: wings, where a metephor
Gojita3001: heheheh...
I am NOT pangit: what the hell?
Gojita3001: I get it now...
Gojita3001: you don't understand it...
I am NOT pangit: Yes I do.
Gojita3001: it being Shakespear...
I am NOT pangit: I just think it's lame.
Gojita3001: oh yeah...
Gojita3001: sure...
Gojita3001: ::eye roll::
I am NOT pangit: WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?
I am NOT pangit: What I'm trying to say is.
I am NOT pangit: What you said..
Gojita3001: O_o
I am NOT pangit: is something more like from a book
I am NOT pangit: SHUT UP.
I am NOT pangit: LET ME FINISH.
Gojita3001: XD
I am NOT pangit: What I thought was...
I am NOT pangit: that we were having a NORMAL conversation
I am NOT pangit: in old english
I am NOT pangit: NOT a mother fucking renaissance
I am NOT pangit: on fucking god
I am NOT pangit: and metaphors
I am NOT pangit: and wings
I am NOT pangit: and all this crap
Gojita3001: yeah, but more in the tungue of Shakespear,
I am NOT pangit: That. Is lame.
Gojita3001: well,
I am NOT pangit: well what?
Gojita3001: you wanted to battle against me,
Gojita3001: that would be the toll, of, erm, words
Gojita3001: (oh-ho-ho)
I am NOT pangit: what the hell?
Gojita3001: (I'm so witty at odd hours)
I am NOT pangit: OMG, you are freaking impossible.
I am NOT pangit: witty?
I am NOT pangit: -_-;
Gojita3001: I don't feel like explaining it,
Gojita3001: either you get it, or you don't
Gojita3001: you say you get these things,
Gojita3001: yet
I am NOT pangit: You are so vain.
I am NOT pangit: You think you're so smart.
Gojita3001: you always ask for explainations,
I am NOT pangit: Ugh.
Gojita3001: why is this Mil?
Gojita3001: lemme know,
I am NOT pangit: No.
Gojita3001: so I can get back to my studiouness
I am NOT pangit: Screw you.
Gojita3001: *studiusness
I am NOT pangit: Sometimes, you act so ignorant... like, you don't know that people are all "ugh" about you... and how you always act so smart, almost always bragging about your accomplishments
I am NOT pangit: you're hardly ever humble
I am NOT pangit: that's what is so irritating about you
I am NOT pangit: So whatever.
Gojita3001: like, when do I brag about what I do?
I am NOT pangit: You don't see it, you're living it yet you don't see it.
Gojita3001: I never really brag,
I am NOT pangit: Just go back to your fucking studies.
I am NOT pangit: Have fun.
I am NOT pangit: Good night.
Gojita3001: not like "Did you see my WEBSITE?"

*block*

Two Minutes later

*puts away message on so I could blog this crap*
*unblocks Dylan*

Whatever DI mother fucking DAH.

Ugh, whatever. I was getting bored and irritated.

New songs... wooh.

As One - Ring My Bell [English]

As One - Ring My Bell [Korean]

As One - Ring My Bell [English Remix]

I cry because my mom won't let me dye my hair blue.

;_;