Tuesday, May 18, 2010

'Bout to Tap That !

This blog, as may be interpreted by the title, is yet another one of my angry rants about dumb high school females and the problems they bring. This blog is namely about someone who seems to have a problem with talking about me and the things that I have allegedly done. One thing that I cannot stand is when people spread rumors about me. Personally, I don't think that I'm all that interesting to be talked about, especially on a rumor basis. Usually, I keep to myself and my close circle of friends in school, what pisses me off is that some people have the audacity to really spend time out of their daily routine to spoil my, for lack of a better word, reputation. I consider myself a peaceful person; I'm not rude to people I don't know, and am not seriously mean to the people that I do know, but this person has one, ONE more time to say something about me before I do something that I may regret.  
Posted by NiKKi at 12:54 PM

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

GET OVER YOURSELF!!

May 19, 2010 at 10:40 AM
A*U*D*I*P said...

Nikki, don't sweat it. We're CRADUATING!!! She's not worth your effort of thought nor is she worth writing about, but good entry. Oh yeah, by the way whoever felt as though they need to be a S.O.B on that first comment, why don't you take my advice when I say,"Go jump off a cliff!" Thank you.

May 20, 2010 at 9:49 AM
Mr. Abrams said...

Check out one of my favority poems by Rudyard Kipling. It give advice that I think you'll appreciate and perhaps use :)

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

May 20, 2010 at 11:17 AM

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