WHhhhhaaaaaat

Okay, so every so often I return to this blasted thing when I need to complain about something, usually a member of gender known as female.

This time I have a legit complaint.

So I meet this girl in my once a week, 3 hour math class. She's got the usual things I enjoy in girls... Smart, beautiful, funny, and down with Kevin. We hang out a few times. Things are going great up until about 15 minutes ago:

--general jist of conversation--

Her: Kevvvvvvvvvvvv
Me: What?
HEr: You don't want to get involved with me.
Me: Why?
Her: Cuz I'm a crazy bitch (direct quote)
Me: how so
Her: --anything she could have said didn't matter anyway--

I don't even really care about this kinda shit anymore. I've been just dealing with whatever comes to me, and it actually worked for once, and then it stopped. Oh well.

All I'm saying, welcome to another wonderful part of my life. I'm pretty sure I'll be the best boyfriend some girl has one day, because I'm pretty sure I'm the nicest person in the world. Sure, that's kind of a proud thing to say, but I wouldn't want to be proud about anything else in the world.