Speaking of Bullshit...

For those of you who are in the loop, and know about the other blogs that Amanda and I have created, you know about all of the problems we have been having with boys lately. Me and ******, Alyssa and ******, and Amanda and *****...yea. It's been a pretty crappy the last couple of weeks for all of us. (Well, not really Amanda. But I pray to god she doesn't end up in the same situation that Alyssa and I are in.) I'm on the verge of becoming a misandrist. URG. I really hate all of this. Amanda's situation isn't fucked up yet, but mine's and Alyssa's are. And why are they messed up exactly?
Because:

1. One boy is an asshole-
Asshole - A totally and completely passive-aggressive JERK who believes the world SHOULD and MUST revolve around his own wants and needs and whims and who therefore has a sick stupid disregard for everyone else around him 'cause he thinks that it won't negatively affect him.
(Chalee)

2. The other boy is a pussy-
Pussy - Wimp, coward
(Alyssa)

Personally, I think mine's is worse. Like waaaaaaaaay worse. But so is Alyssa's. Basically, we've both been screwed over by boys. Which, in turn, means that we are also feeling very hurt right now. Who would have thought? That I would let a boy get to me...it is very queer. I don't like it much. Then again, who would? It really sucks that this happened to us all because of a stupid banquet. Freshmen Banquet. Fucking Banquet. I don't want to go. But alas, I am being forced to go by my loving parents. Anywho...I have this poem (no, I didn't write it) and it usually makes me feel better about crap like this...and yea...anyways...here:

----------------Girls--------------
-----------are like apples------
-------on trees. The best ones-----
-----are at the top of the tree.-----
---The boys don’t want to reach---
--for the good ones because they'--
-re afraid of falling and getting hurt.-
-Instead, they get the rotten apples-
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples up top think
something's wrong w/ them when in
-reality they're amazing. They just--
---have to wait for the right boy to
---- come along, the one who's-
----------- brave enough to-----
---------------climb all---------
---------------the way--------
--------------to the top--------
-------------of the tree.---------