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| hey ya big losers, here's a lil sumthin that i stole from my friend, so true:
Adults suck. Here are the reasons why they do:
1. They think they know everything, and that their "all encompassing" wisdom gives them the right to judge anybody much younger than themselves
2. They feel they deserve respect from people younger than them without them having done anything to deserve it--namely reciprocate respect to people our age
3. Because of reason number one, they get set in their ways and eventually become irritable when somebody offers a new method to ANYTHING
So basically, a vast majority of adults believe that because they are older, they are wiser and/or smarter, when in fact I know many adults who are complete IDIOTS and so full of themselves that they think they know everything about me just from meeting me the first time or making assumptions about MY LIFE! Say 'ageism'? Yeah. | | |
| Oh great son...didn't i tell you not to diss on the ugly people?...now we just lost 96% of our potential readers (statistic: 96% of the US population is ugly, anyone care to disagree?)....I mean, that means 96% of readers thus far read a monster paragraph telling them how hopeless their ugly life is....be smarter son.
Now, for a more typical xanga entry, I'm going to talk about my day thus far...
Today I woke up and then walked into the bathroom, put some water in my hands, and splashed this into my face. I did this a few more times, and then put this this water into my mouth and swished it around. And then I brushed my teeth.
just kidding. Seriously, like any typical person's life is gonna be interesting to read about? So what if Sally went to the dance on Friday and thought it was fun? Do I care that Billy went to the bowling alley on Thursday? Face it, we all live in our own little worlds only caring about ourselves, and pretending to care about the affairs of others just because society demands it. Go ahead, keep writing your little entries...just don't fool yourself, your life is boring and no one wants to read about it. | | |
| alright first things first. that wasnt actually my mom you dumbasses...anyways,how can u people do it, im already sick of this whole weblog idea, but hey, im a loser just like each and every one of you. and the word must get out, so let's get started. today's advice is dedicated to the ugly people out there, you know who i'm talking about. my advice to you is to at least make an effort to look good by putting on lots and lots of make-up (maybe it could help cover up the shit on your face?) if that doesnt help you better just stay at home, bcuz you people are discriminated against so hardcore..its sad actually...i mean if your ugly, the only way your gonna make it in life is to be a complete fucking genius...(bill gates,that trump guy) or maybe if your funny....like gary coleman...he's got nothin goin for him..short, freaky, but at least he's funny...once u realize that you have nothing in the looks department and not even massive amount of make-up will help you just give up completely. desperately try to find some redeemable quality in your poor, pathetic, ugly self...however, if none is found..the fact must be that God hates you...now you ugly people here's the important advice.. Possible Occupations For Ugly People: 1. drug dealer (although it helps to be black) 2. some little department store (where you dont even stack shelves but u stack the shelves in the stock room before they are stacked in the store itself, bcuz nobody wants u to be seen by the costumers). 3. MOVie star (you know, movies Need ugly people...who else is gonna play the person after a car crash, or the psycho mother, or the homeless man with lepercy)4. professional caretaker at a nursing home (old people wont care how ugly you are) and thats all i can think of at the moment...ya see, your life can still serve a purpose! or maybe it's like the twilight zone where the people are pigs and they call the pretty girl ugly and hate her, and all that beauty is in the eye of the beholder garbage...maybe there's a planet for you somewhere...or maybe we(by we i mean pretty people not including myself) are actually the ugly people..okay done..(nobody is gonna read this shit bcuz its so dam long)(oh well this isnt even fun)(how can u people enjoy this crap)[[[the end]]] | | |
| That first entry was Thoma. Now let me introduce myself. People call me Woong, I'm Thoma's mom. I'll hack into this account whenever I'm bored to add my 2 cents...more on me later, rite now i have better things to do | | |
| alright homeboys and homegurls i promised myself i would never ever become a xanga loser, but then i realized just how fun it could be to share intimate details about my life with complete strangers...i mean seriously, wut kind of freakin losers would want to read about my life in the first place..but that is what xanga is all about, and i gotta admit, its quite an exciting concept. now i can make my life seem interesting, make up fun events and shit that happened to me so i can look cool..like how i got drunk over the weekend or sumthing cuz we all know how cool that is, or getting arrested..that's even cooler. then i can put up pictures of myself like flicking off the camera bcuz then everyone would think im a tough guy...cuz only tough guys flick off the camera..wurd, and thats wut i am..however, that will come later, my primary focus is sharing my 16+ years of experience with the world (or at least all the fucking losers who use xanga or enjoy reading other peoples xanga)(so thats not actually the world)(its actually only the loser people in the world)(but they are all cool to each other in their own loser way cuz the people they associate with probably use it to so they figure they must be cool)(this really isnt as fun as i thought i'd be)(actually the longer it's getting the more retarded i feel)....anywayz, i will post advice for the few pathetic losers in the world who feel that they need to take advice from a smartass high schooler who currrently lives in pennsylvania...yea, maybe tomorrow...u dont wanna miss it. loser | | |
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