I'm a creeper, no denyin'. I been creepin' since I came out da womb, y'know?

But I guess creepers attract creepers. And for once, I am not going to talk about people at work. If you want to hear some creeper stories about people at my job please go here: [link]

No, these are creepers in my own backyard. Well, not literally

WHERE DID ALL MY WATER GO? I swear to God I just got some like 5 minutes ago, I did NOT just drink all that! What the hell?

I should go to bed now but I'm going to write a poorly-constructed rant, since, it's kind of on my mind I guess.

So about those creepers. I was at a friend's grad party yesterday, and there are these two boys that I know. One I've known longer than the other, but that's because he's older. We'll call the older one "Harry" and the younger one "Ron". I'll be Hermione.

No, so, interruption. I've got these two friends who I know from speech (one of them is my boyfriend), and I just had this brilliant idea. One of them (who is not my boyfriend) looks kinda like Harry Potter. Or at least the anime-style Facebook profile picture of him does. So, we like to hang out when we can (Harry Potter lives in a different city than we do), and when we're a trio, we're like Harry, Ron and Hermione! And - ah! - Ron and Hermione are actually dating! Except my boyfriend doesn't look like Ron. Well, actually, he kinda does if you go by the book description of "tall and lanky". And awkward. But not a ginger. And I used to be smart like Hermione, but then I was a senior in high school and I stopped caring.

SO THE CREEPERS AT THE GRAD PARTY. Ron and Harry who are not my boyfriend nor my friend from out of town. Maybe I'll call them Crabbe and Goyle. Crabbe will be the older one. Goyle will be the younger one.

So Crabbe and Goyle are at the grad party, and we're pretty good friends. Well, at least Goyle and me are. Crabbe and I have an interesting history. I met him when I was in 9th grade after he passed out in my math class. It was really funny because he just stands up to go get some help and he just BOOM! Down he goes. It was great. Anyway. So my junior year, he wanted to ask me to prom, but I thought he was an awkward loser and I wanted to go to prom with this other guy who I was SOOOO into, so I pulled a dick move and more or less set him up to be rejected. Yeah, it was really mean and I'm not proud of it. But anyway. I guess we're friends now.

So at the grad party, both Crabbe and Goyle are totally flirting with me. It's kind of nauseating how much they flirt with me! I mean, Goyle flirts with everything that moves, this is true, so it's kinda like, "Yeah, whatever, you're never gonna get any with anyone" kind of deal, but Crabbe is one of those awkward people that wouldn't know what to do with a girl if he had one. But lately, he's just been like all over me. Fortunately, he's not touchy-feely like Goyle, but still, he was like taking off his shirt and touching himself and making all these innuendos and I'm like, 'Jeez!!!!" It was like fricking... I don't even know what it was. It was shameful. I mean, it was funny, and I partook in the redikalous flirt-session, 'cuz that's kind of what I do. I don't know. Both these boys know that I have a boyfriend, and Goyle knows many things that he shouldn't know about said boyfriend, but... whatever.

BOYS. I don't understand them. They're dumb. Not real. Dumb.

So there's this gal I know on Facebook. We were going to go to school together, but then I switched schools and didn't defriend her (hey, she's interesting!) and she's lately been really emo. It's kind of pissing me off. Like, seriously. You graduated. Being emo was so 9th grade! Uck.

I used to love Savage Garden when I was a kid. Rilly.

So my boyfriend can't spell. "Let's hang out tomarrow."

NO! WRONG!

"Will you borrow me some money?"

NO! STILL WRONG!

"I anything can't do right since because... pickles."

NO! THAT'S FROM SPONGEBOB!

I hate Spongebob kinda now. Like, the newer stuff. It's awful. It really is.

I kind of have this bad habit of adding things like "It relaly is" and "For sure/defs" and "Srsly" at the end of my various thoughts. Like this somehow makes them more important. More "poignant". That word is silly. Poignant. Um, there was this other word that I liked too. But I can't remember it.

Prophylactic. Bah. I can't spell.

You know what else I can't spell? Words in French. Fuck French. Hate the language, not a big fan of the culture, think they're all a little stuck up.

But whatever, I'm going to Paris in the spring. I'M GON' EAT ME SOME CROISSANTS AND CREPES AND... uhh... pastries and shit. No escargot for me though. Sushi is about as daring as I'll go.

Eff. I love sushi. I also love curry. Like HARDDDDCORE!!!!

Augh! I wanna wake up tomorrow! But that means I have to go to bed first! WTF!

I don't like sleeping. But I do. I'm waiting for my sleep meds to kick in. They've kicked in on my mind, but not my body. Hence, I'm still typing.

So this is a new laptop, and the keyboard kind of sucks. I was playing Text Twirl on Facebook earlier today and it was SOOO SLOW! The "R" and "A" keys wouldn't work unless I POUNDED them.

But they work now.

I'm finding that I need to hit the backspace key a lot as I'm typing. That must mean that I'm getting tired. I mean, even when I'm tired, I still want my grammar and punctuation and whatnot to be more or less perfect.

cuz hu lieks rdng ths shiet?

srsly.