Allen...whatever your name is...you need to be killed.

So, for the past 2 days, this person has been the source of my frustration. So, I've decided to go on hiatus because our bickering would somewhat affect my performance next week. It's midterm week and I want to make up for the low test scores.

Here's one of our best fights ever, taken from DA:

stop..you girl...= =' gwaaaddd...you make me feel frustrated..

 y-you boy *glare* well you make me feel the same way, you annoying twat 8D

Seriously, the guy needs someone to kick him with a hard solid combat boot, straight to his face.
Jerk.Jerk.Jerk.Jerk. He thinks he's superior huh?! Wait 'til he meets the pure awesomeness of me! We shall engage in mortal combat and he shall taste the sweet feeling of fatality!!!! BWAHAHAHAHA

That has been a rant entry.

Closure.

For some reason, I feel very intimidated whenever I am alone with a person. If you ask me to explain why I feel so, I really cannot.

So...I 'll share this with any soul that comes across this blog.
Ever since I was a kid, I avoided one-on-one time with anyone...because I don't like being alone with a person.  Maybe that's why no one never knew what my real self is (honestly, I haven't been very honest XD)....and I find comfort in telling a person that I don't know, about things that I don't talk about with my friends in person. Maybe, just maybe, I don't like telling people things about me to their faces. I noticed that recently, whenever I tell a person something, I look at something else...I never look at them.

Mind you, I prefer being with large amounts of people because if it's just a one-on-one thing, I feel restricted....and sometimes embarrassed. I guess it's because of the concentration of attention on me. I just don't like it. There's this nagging gut feeling that tells me, "This is awkward/frustrating. I want out."

I'm like a neuron, firing at an all-or-none fashion: be with a lot of people or be with no one at all. I think that's the best explanation that I can find...about my predicament. I don't know!!!!

*facetable* My uncle has done it again.

Today, I was thirsty after cleaning my combat boots, cause they were so muddy...
so I opened the fridge and saw a coke bottle with a very little amount of coke left. I thought, "Hey...I might as well finish it."
I drank it from the bottle and noticed that the taste was not how coke was supposed to taste like.

I saw my uncle passing by and asked him, "Hey uncle! What happened to the coke?"
"Who knows?" Then he showed me troll face.

It turns out that he replaced the coke with soy sauce...AGAIN! I was trolled with the same joke for the 2nd time! *facetable*

After that he kinda ran off with a really weird witch like laugh and started o sing, "oops I did it again!"

 I didn't have the energy to get mad.