Am I messing with your man?

Dude, 7 o'clock last night and I have this juicy story I want to tell you guys, but Blogger is down. What is that? I demand to know who is depriving me of this satisfaction. So. "Am I messing with your man?" That is the question. Well, have you thought about it? Am I? No. And why, you may ask. Because I am not messing with anyone.

So, I was routinely checking my voicemail on my cell, and then I am so confused when I hear: Your phone is whack bitch. Don't get back to me, just stop messing with my boyfriend. Oh my friggin...Bitch, I AM NOT messing with your boyfriend. I was hella friggin laughing. Nervous laughing. Because I was not sure if I did anything wrong. Then I thought about it. Am I messing with anyone's boyfriend? No. Have I gone out at all that week and flirted with lots and lots of guys that I don't remember? Not really. Am I generally A HOE? I think not, no matter what you think (it only happened ONCE!). Have I talked to any males with girlfriends that whole week? No, with the exception of one, but that was only to say Happy Birthday. That's it. Nothing. This is all the interactions I had. I don't know if it was the girlfriend of a cashier I gave money to, or maybe it was that guy from Starbucks, but I swear, I wasn't trying to steal him away. I really wish she would've left her name, or at least the name of the person she was trying to reach. It was funny, though, because it was the idea of me messing with someone's boyfriend. Okay, I'm not getting that kinda action. I wish I was, but I'm not. So WHAT THE HECK.

Oh yes, something else, today in the mail, I got this brochure of all these private colleges for Science and Engineering. How geeky is that? Next thing you know I will be talking to you about ions and velocity of particles and the Law of Action blah blah blah. I don't know. I seriously don't understand how I'm getting what I'm getting in Chem. She (teacher, who'll I'll just call Mrs. Hey-stop-talking!) must be crazy.

I want to keep writing. Oh yeah, in my real journal, I drew a comic using stick figures. Its so fucking funny! Its pathetic. Its like, "Dear Orange, what if I met a punk rock hottie guy who wrote poetry and actually did well in school?" So I drew a comic. hahahaha. Its hilarious! I think I'll draw a comic in here. You know, just for shits. I'm bored. I finished tarea para espanol 3. Facil, hombre.

I couldn't sleep last night. I slept at like 2 o'clock. Then this morning, I actually woke up on time. I was kinda freaked out last night, though because there was all this shit on TV about hauntings and stuff. I was like, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, I shouldn't be watching this, oh shit oh shit." but I kept watching. There was this thing on the Discovery Channel where this little girl saw the ghosts of people who died a long time ago and then they tried to tell us that it was caused by positive ions. What the hell is that? And then on The Dead Zone the episode was about this that was murdered in their house by a "drifter." Whaaaaaa? Freak me out.

Okay, now I am gon' do my biznass so I don't have to sleep late tonight. See ya'll.