beLIEve

Sam and i had a nice conversation... on the 24th. yes.

there is Person 1, 2, and 3. Person 1 didn't go to school and 2 isn't in our math class so we could talk about whatever we wanted. ("FREEDOOOOMMM!!", says Braveheart/William Wallace/Mel Gibson)

okay. so Sam is good friends with Person 2. and then they swop secrets and whatever the heck girly girlfriends do. (no offence to Sam :))

then along dances Person 1. okay, she doesn't dance, she stomps and makes us quake in her terrifying presence. but whatever.

Person the First then proceeds to hook up (NOT LITERALLY!) with Person 2 by using her extraordinary conversational skills on the topic of BOYS. which is obviously Numero Duo's weakness.

ugh.

anyway, Person 2 is drifting from Sam towards Person 1 and now THEY'RE becoming girly girl girlfriends (ew) and exchanging secrets and whispering all the time in front of other people AND backstabbing people including me.

LOSERS!

okay. ha. so the problem's that Sam doesn't like Person 1 (who DOES?) and they're backstabbing everyone else who isn't them.

wait, where does Person the Third come in? OH. Person 3 is the self-inviting little (not literally LITTLE, either) -insert inappropriate noun here- who talks as much trash as your garbage disposal.

and she's annoying as -insert really annoying noun here-.

so it's basically Persons 1, 2 and 3(not really) who need to get wiped off the face of the earth because backstabbers are just as good as people who wear fur.

oh psh. i don't really like doing this "ranting" (people call it that). i find it so lame.

but then again i have to. because this is why you love me.

YES!