wow lets all gasp, nicole's listening to ashlee simpson. its a party song an anthem. but then again, i dont need love right now. im pretty content without it. silly crushes get me all worried. 'does he like me?' 'does he think im stupid?' 'does he ever think about me?' yea i cant do that its just hard. itd be nice if a guy had balls to tell me straight out if he likes me, i like that in a guy. but i know guys get caught up in that too. its weird thinking about guys that way like they are like girls kind of. well, some of them but uhm. i just hate boys, especially the players. god. the ones who just flirt with all the girls, and since probably all of them gals return his flirting, he sends them the wrong signs and the girls end up getting hurt. but i want a boy. it makes me feel like im on top of the world, its cool. truly. extremely, like wow. i also hate certain girls. well, only a few. Polly Pocket. small, long blonde hair, a&f prep. but theres a major twist, shes definitely not looking very appropriate for children to play with. her face is caked with makeup so she looks extremely fake. its gross. and then her boobs. her bras all must be push-up, because i swear every single day i see her walking, her shirt is pulled almost all the way down with her cleavage hanging out for the world to see. its a wonder none of the staff says anything about it. maybe shes too small to spot in a crowd. thats another thing. why do girls need to show off body parts to get guys? its okay for girls to have confidence, to think theyre pretty enough to flaunt what they have. but not like that. i guess its okay though, the guys dig it. and thats ALL that matters of course. thats why all the 'pretty' girls score with the hot guys. lots of pretty girls show major skin, lots of hot guys are shallow and get hard just taking a glance. those girls win all the time. Lion Girl. at the beginning of the year when i had geography with her, she and i sat next to each other. she crossed her legs making her foot practically shoved up in my face. i looked down at her foot. the shittiest, jacked converse ive ever seen. trying to show off that youre hxc? no. please. none of that around me, thank you. so, i get transferred out but then we end up in the same p.e. class together. hm. she dies her hair black+wears leggings+goes scene. i dont mind, high school is a time for change. but shes a hypocrite, claims she hates scene kids and copy cats and loads of black eyeliner and makeup. but thats what she's all about. shes so god damn mean, too. dont even get me started on that. definition of scene: Lion Girl. 110%. laterrr.