4 posts tagged “*shudder* ashley”
I am currently in the shop. Squeezing the stuffing out of a stress ball. While punching it at the same time. And gnawing at it.
Last night's dinner was.... alright. The only complaint I had was the fact that 'it' kept winking at me from across the table.
Me: *Looks across the dining room*
Ashley (a.k.a "it"): ;-]
Me: O_O!
The thing is, that wasn't the reason why I'm pissed at the moment.
When we were waiting for the car to arrive so we could go home, we had to wait for about 5 - 10 minutes.
It was the longest 5 - 10 minutes of my life.
This is basically what she said: (I've also added emoticons of how I felt with [].)
Ashley: I'm going to the year 12 ball. What should I wear?
Me: *Muttering* I don't care, I don't care, I don't care...
Ashley: Tell me~~~~~~~ (<-- Insert whiny tone)
Me: *Does a quick Google search on ball gown* HERE. THIS KIND. [>:(]
Ashley: *Points to a wedding gown* I want to wear that one.
Me: I DON'T CARE. LEAVE ME ALONE.
Ashley: But... You're my younger sister. I love you.
Me: WE'RE NOT EVEN RELATED! SHUT UP! [D:<]
Ashley: .... Are you angry?
Me: *In disbelief*
Ashley: Are you?
Me: (Sarcastically) No, I'm not angry, I'm just.... Happy.
Ashley: Oh. Okay.
Me: ....
Ashley: Do you know if Daniel* would want to go to the-
Me: NO.
Ashley: What?
Me: He says "Not even in your dreams."
Ashley: But... how did he know?
Me: I told him. Around last week.
Ashley: I was joking.
Me: (Didn't sound joking to me...)
Ashley: I want to lose weight~~~~~
Me: I don't care. [T_T]
Ashley: I've been eating nothing but fatty food and-
Me: I said, I don't care.
Ashley: ....
Ashley: You know your friend from... Vie... Viet..
Me: Vietnam?
Ashley: Yeah, that's it. In the Jazz band?
Me: ... She's from Malaysia.
Ashley: Huh? Oh, right. I'm so angry.
Me: ... What?
Ashley: I'm better than her at piano, but Ms Lee made me play fucking bass.
Me: You got kicked out of Jazz band, didn't you?
Ashley: Yes, but I told her, "I-
Me: Stopped caring. What makes you think you're better at the piano than my friend?
Ashley: She just... sucks. Ms. Lee is a bitch.
Me: ... *Eye twitches while looking extremely livid*
Ashley: The person below Ms. Holloway... Ms. Hippid?
Me: ... Hubbard?
Ashley: Yes, her. She's a bitch too. Mr. Reddy is nice though.
Me: (WTF?)
Ashley: *Abruptly changes the subject again* Hey, I've got three boyfriends.
Me: FOR THE LAST TIME, I DON'T CARE. [>:O]
Ashley: *Oblivious* One of them was like "Hey, sexy", and-
Me: (Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!)
Ashley: But I still want David*~~~~~~~
Me: Age. Difference.
Ashley: I like older men. [;-)]
Me: GRARGREGAAGSGGDSGG *Bangs head on table*
Ashley: ... Are you angry?
Me: *Notices the car is here* OUT. NOW. *points to door*
*Notes:
Daniel is my older brother. Who actually hates 'it' as much as I do.
David is an altar server dude who's like, 24 and already has a fiancee.
... She is most likely the most retarded, oblivious idiot I have ever met. Seriously. Even worse than that asshole who broke the display shelves made of glass.
For the record, I think I've managed to gain about 2 - 4 white hairs. And irreversable amounts of stress which will most likely go towards my inevitable stroke which will occur in the future.
Dear friends, (And any odd people who see this in passing)
I am typing this will up because tonight I am most likely going to die. Possibly from a stroke thanks to extreme amounts of stress.
You cannot save me from this inevitable and untimely death, because tonight, my family has invited *it* to dinner.
Yes.
IT.
Don't get me wrong, "It" isn't a bad.... "Thing". However, to me 'it' is akin to a parasite, draining away my patience, sanity and intelligence while also increasing my temper, blood pressure and stress levels.
Saying that 'it' and I get along great is like saying that an elephant is larger than the moon. Oh wait, it's true.
... Well, it's been nice knowing you guys. I've had an okay life so far.
I don't really care what happens to my stuff, but I'd like to be buried with my Pikachu plushy.
If I survive tonight, I'll make sure to tell what happened. And how many white hairs I've managed to accumulate.
To end my post on a positive note:
Second rant in one day. It's a new record!
Remember that girl that made me think suicidal/homicidal thoughts? The one who stayed over for a week?
She visited the shop today.
I don't know why, but just seeing her pisses the crap out of me.
She was looking around for my parents about the options for Year 12. Then she asked me what my subjects were.
With gritted teeth, I answered her question reluctantly.
After that, she abruptly asked me for my cellphone number. I did not want her to flood my inbox with idioti retar ... Deep and meaningful texts such as "HI MY NAME IS ASHLEY" and "WHAT ARE YOU DOING????? ;-)", I naturally did the mature thing to do:
I told her I had no cellphone.
Knowing that I was lying, she said that she would ask my dad. Oh God.
Frustratedly, I asked her why she wanted my number.
She replied, "Because you're my friend, aren't you?"
"NO, YOU ARE NOT MY GODDAMN FRIEND. GET THE HINT AND LEAVE ME ALONE."
This is what I wanted to say to her. But the fact is that I can't. I know it'd probably hurt her feelings, and my conscience won't let me do it.
Damn this conscience.
For the sake of my sanity, I pray that she would leave me alone when we go back to St Catherine's College.
... Wow. Lately my posts have become more and more... morbid.
This won't help my current depressed state.
Last Friday, we began hosting an exchange student until this coming Friday. Her name here is Ashley, and she's going to be in St Caths next year as a Year 12.
.... And she is DRIVING ME INSANE.
She is extremely whiny, girly, talkative... And the worst part is, she won't leave me alone.
To explain myself further:
-Whiny: Whenever she asks something and doesn't get the answer she wants, she relentlessly keeps asking. Honestly, asking me for the 34th time whether I'd like to go to the movies or not will not make me change my mind. The answer is still NO.
-Girly: She was asking me for details about this dude she saw in church. Who is 24.
Things wrong in this picture:
-I have absolutely no interest in things like this.
-I know who the guy is because he's an altar server like myself.
-There's an 8 year old difference.
-Just... ick.
-Talkative: 'Nuff said.
Also, she scares the crap out of me. On Saturday, she said that she "Loves" me. I'd like to commence shuddering and throwing up now.
She is giving me so much stress that I have both homicidal and suicidal thoughts running through my head now.
On another note, presents I recieved this year:
-A Stuffed dog
-A teddy bear
-The stationary stuff I got from Fua
-... Earrings
-A box of Favourites
-A... Tic-tac-toe.... thing
What in hell do I do with the Tic tac toe thing? I told the
person to either give me something suited to males or nothing at all.
Next year or so, expect this on TradeMe.
Also, by late Jan/early Feb, we are no longer the owners of Morning
Glory. Visit the shop before then for our last discount and such.
I'm leaving to the South Island on the 31st of December.
... No, it's not for good. I'm staying there for about 4-5 days there.
Plans for the future in St Caths:
-Dress like a Pirate in year 11 for Mufti Day.
-Dress like a Ninja in year 12 for Mufti Day.
-Dress like a Pirate Ninja in year 13 for Mufti Day.
-Celebrate International Talk like a Pirate Day on September 19.
<The damn picture isn't uploading here.>
Next to my compose thing is the Ads by Google Bar.
The first ad there is:
"Are you EMO? Hang with us"
What. The. Crap.
