ilovemonkeiz

location: My room.

mood: annoyed

music: Boys Like Girls

Why are people so stupid? I mean, honestly.
Tony says he likes me, right? Sure, I'll believe it. But at this point, I honestly don't care about him. He is so fucking... annoying. He can't decide whether he should be self-righteous or self-conscience, both of which are rather annoying. In class he's all "yeah, I'm the shit." Prove it, then. He tries to ask me out, and all of a sudden, he's so shy and worried about what I'll say. Honestly, it's not a good thing. He should really work on that.
While we're on this topic of him being the STUPIDEST guy alive, what's with EVERYONE knowing he likes me before even I knew? Apparently, he talked about this whole thing with everyone but me. That pisses me off so much. For so long, he was convinced that I hated Mary. Then he goes and talks to her about how he likes me? What the fuck, is all I have to say. Not only did he talk to Mary, but apparently Valerie, too. Oh, and don't forget that Betty knew. So now, everyone is all "Are you going out with Tony?" And I'm just like, "No." When he first asked about going out some time, I thought it might be nice. It got less nice when Amber asked me about it in class the next day. And it's only gotten worse from there. Now everyone thinks we're together, which we're totally not. I think the only one who really understands is Maria because Christian did the same damn thing to her, and then everyone kept asking her about whether they were together or not. We feel the same about this; it makes us like the person less and it makes us less likely to go out with them at all. People should just learn to mind their own fucking business.
Oh, I just remembered another thing that bugs me about the jerkoff that "likes" me. While we were in LA, we went to this art gallery, and there was this really pretty pot thing named "Hank." Well, we're walking back to van, and I go, "I like Hank." And Tony immediately freaked out. I was just like, "Holy shit, calm down, you overdramatic ass." Only, you know, not in those words. Then today, we're walking (by we, I mean me, Tony, Maria, Betty, Diego, and Christian), and we were talking about the skating thing tonight. And I was like, "I might go with my home boy, unless he's busy." Tony looked at me as if I were cheating on him or something, as if we were together. I was like... It's just Martin, shut up. I swear, I wanted to strangle him. I swear, he needs to control himself because he's really not helping his case.