OH MY FREAKING GODS!

It's been a whole freaking month since Pottermore came out to the public. And guess what? They STILL haven't let me sign up! These liars! And just because I missed the English-speaking beta survey by only four days, now I can pretty much never get on, unless I want to try to figure out what the heck they're writing in Spanish... UGH!

-Unknown Athena

P.S. Pottermore people, if you are reading this... HELP ME! I'm trapped in a Pottermore-less world!

Phone = X.x

Here's my casual rant about my phone: IT DIED IT DIED IT DIED IT DIED! Ugh that annoys me... I've only had my phone for two years, and I really don't want to get another one. My mom put that insurance-thing on my brothers phone, but not mine. His has been replaced multiple times (go figure), but mine, never. It's only had minor problems, but now it somehow got so messed up I want to cry!! Actually, no, I just kinda-sorta want to chuck it at a wall...

-Unknown Athena

It's a Battlefield...

... Facebook, that is. If you didn't know already, I'm not too popular at school. And for whatever reason, most of the girls in my grade think I'm like, mentally disabled or just hate me like hell. Is my comment that bad? Really. I just said one dress might not look so good on something, and then 86 (yeah, eight-effing-SIX) comments come up bitching to me about how mean I am. Geez, it's just a comment.
The "popular" kids remind me of robots; they're heartless. They fake every emotion I've ever seen, and sarcasm seems to be their first language. I'm not quite sure what I ever did to them that makes them want me to kill myself, but it's getting really old. And yeah, it does hurt. In a way I kinda wish they could say it to my face, because it's way better then them [the "popular" girls] hiding behind their little laptops and iPods throwing me their insecurities. Oh, and popular girls, if you're reading this, just say it. Say how much you freaking hate me. Go on, say it. You guys are acting really silly. It's like cyber-bullying, which is overrated, in my opinion. And if you don't like me, then why are you "friends" with me on Facebook in the first place?

-Unknown Athena

I hate this... A lot...

Does anyone feel the same way? About rejection, that is. R-E-J-E-C-T-I-O-N, rejection. By definition (taken from Wikipedia):
"... in psychology, an interpersonal situation that occurs when a person or group of people exclude an individual from a social relationship"
Doesn't it sound just lovely?... Not. I mean, it didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would be, because a few of my friends and even a bit of myself thought that I'd get rejected anyways, but still... How does one face the truth? I pretty much confessed! A re-worded freaking confession! Well, I said "as friends," so does it count as a confession? I hope not, or this could get awkward. At least it's not like I'm now part of a small section of those who've been rejected. A lot of people have been rejected, considering how many people have asked someone. Well, then again, it's just an 8th grade boat dance, nothing big, like Senior Prom :/...

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Unknown Athena

P.S. I tried Chinese food for the first time in months! And I'm not talking about the diet menu, the REAL DEAL, covered-in-oil crap. And it actually tasted okay, until the guilt came in... Hate guilt...