tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78629755338406900992011-07-28T10:52:19.549-07:00Anime Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09837196049690240795noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862975533840690099.post-67679322686695144232007-01-31T22:57:00.000-08:002007-01-31T23:08:17.923-08:00Out of these 4 people, surprisingly, they have ranks. Now, they might not have noticed that one seems to lead and all the other rankings they have, but because I see them so often (a little too often for my taste) I have noticed it very much so. Here is a retarded excuse of a chart showing you how it is broken down. I have used the first letter of their name.<br /><br />I. C-the one I hate the most, not very surprising, is the "leader" of the pack of idiots. He leads them around and really started the whole making fun of me thing.<br /><br />II. J-it really is a tie between which one of them I hate the most, but this one is definatly second in command. Sadly, he is the brains of the operation, even though i do not know how many cells in his brain he has left after hanging out with the rest of them.<br /><br />III. G-ah, and now I have come to G. He likes to show off, and every time he does i sink deeper and deeper into being "a hater." The worst part is, he does it on purpose. I feel that he wants me to explode like an atomic bomb of anger, which I know will eventually happen.<br /><br />IV. A-before, he wasn't so bad. But, now that these people have gotten a hold of him, he has resulted in making fun of more than just my height like most of them. I do not realize what he has against me, but, like I said, I am a hater. There must be something somewhere that got them so annoyed that they now make fun of me.<br /><br />So, that is my burden. My burden that made me become a horrible person, though they blame me on annoying them. Well, that's life right? If it isn't, tell me, so I can finally reach the conclusion that life is not as bad as it seems.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862975533840690099-6767932268669514423?l=everylittledetail.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anime Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09837196049690240795noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862975533840690099.post-71833734651662909292007-01-31T22:51:00.000-08:002007-01-31T22:55:55.825-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtaFAj8780I/RcGOzbtPdNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nd_giYMjgW4/s1600-h/illgetuback.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtaFAj8780I/RcGOzbtPdNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nd_giYMjgW4/s200/illgetuback.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026455673384170706" /></a><br />Well, I believe I have discovered exactly the type of person I am: a hater. And let me tell you, this is not a good thing to be. Because once you became a hater, there is no turning back. Of course I have to be the hater of all my friends. You see, there are about 3 or 4 people at my school. And I don't just hate them, I loathe their very existence. But they think that it is hilarious to piss me off. So I am now a hater. It's not ALL my fault, but I will take most the blame. I will explain the horrible things they have done later.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7862975533840690099-7183373465166290929?l=everylittledetail.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anime Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09837196049690240795noreply@blogger.com0