Once A Whore, You're Nothing More, I'm Sorry, That'll Never Change...

So, yeah, at the urging of my friend, [J], I've decided to post something I've already ranted about, but he thinks I should blog it. Whatever.

Today was an alright day. It could've been way better, but it could've been worse, too.

To sum up: I was called fat and a bitch by my friend [C] today, which I really don't care about. He calls me a bitch everyday, and only when we're smacking each other in the arms. I call him a bitch, too. It's like friends calling friends names to express their lurve, or whatever.

However, this girl, [MR], that I'm pretty much only tolerating, started talking about my sex life while we were supposed to be doing an exercise for our band teacher. Then I was trying to explain part of the exercise to her, and she said I didn't "understand" what was going on, which is her just saying I'm an idiot or something and that I don't know what I'm doing. I took this as an insult, and was damn near close to calling her an ignorant slut, because I KNEW what I was told to do.

Then, instead of them doing the exercise, she'd rather say that I was screwing Elias, and "[Strike Up The Band!], just because [A] slept with her boyfriend doesn't mean that you need to!" To which I gave her look with the meaning of "You are the worst friend ever, you shouldn't be gossiping, pay attention to this exercise, you stupid bitch."

And then [C] reacted with shock and started asking if I really was doing Elias, to which I said no, and then decided we should do the exercise, which they SUCKED at.

Then we were standing around, messing around and playing, and she said she'd kill me and that [C] won't protect me, because he hates me. Then [C] and I started smacking each other, and he said, "Hit the pudge!" and hit me lightly in the stomach, which was kind of hurtful, but right now, I don't care that he called me fat, because I know I am.

What pissed me off was that [MR] said, "Oh, [C], you just killed Elias's baby!" She pat me on the back, and I turned and gave her another look, which held the meaning of "Oh, you fucking whore, you did NOT just imply that I was knocked up, you better step away from me before I throw open this door behind me into your fucking face."

After that, I just said, "I need to leave. Bye." and I left. Our teacher was asking what happened, because she only saw me give [MR] the look and then say that I needed to leave.

Then, as I was leaving, I saw a bike, and was considering stealing it to get home, since I had to walk, and said, "Oh, hey, a bike." and [C] said, "Bye, ADD child!" to which I replied, "Bye, bitch!"

So, any question asked about my love life by [MR] will be responded to with "Why do you want to know? Is yours so boring that you have to know ALL ABOUT MINE? Fuck off, leave me alone, and don't come near me EVER AGAIN, unless it's something marching band related."

In all actuality, Elias and I broke it off today. I'm not upset, really, since he's like my best friend, and we really didn't do much together, anyways. It was more like being friends than anything else. Whatever.

So, I told my friend Miss Dusk and my other friend, [J] about it, and [J] told me to blog about it. I was like, "Oh, yeah, I'll totally post my whole life on a blog, and then my internet friends can come and be all 'Oh, poor [Strike Up The Band!], this chick she hates is such a bitch, why doesn't she just tell her to go and screw an old homeless man for money that she won't even get, and why is someone she's friends with calling her mean things, he's such an ass sometimes, omg!'"

He said I should, so here I am, and thanks for the 'motivation', [J]. You are SUCH an inspiration, yo. Riiiiight. He's cool and all, but he's not my inspiration for a lot, unless it's for a nice insult that I can call somebody with his proper motivation. Whatever. He knows he's my friend, so if I ever talk crap about him here, he'll be notified first. Haha.

So, yeah, today was okay. Not the best, not the worst.

Listening to: Paramore, for which the title of this post is from.