Ego-maniacs and Over-confidents

People who are "Ego-maniacs" or "over-confidents" make me sick to my stomach. Especially if they have nothing to flaunt.

Example:
I have nothing to flaunt, thus, I do not flaunt anything.

It makes me sick to my stomach to see people who have nothing to flaunt but flaunt away anyways. Looks like they need to be smacked down, lol.

Do any of you have a problem with this, or is it just me? :/ Help me out here. Am I really that different? Leave a comment or email me at littleblackpanda@yahoo.com

Love forever and always,
~Bekki♥

Everyone in a Straight Line Please

I can't stand in a line. I mean, I can stand in a line if your not picky. I can't stand directly behind or in front of people without alot of room, even then I can't have a person directly behind me. I just can't... I had a spaz out in 1st grade, I haven't had a problem since...until today... And I can stand in a line, I just have to stand at an angle from the people. Today we had to stand in a line alot... We had to get in a line going to this activity thing... That was the first occurrence. I wasn't trying to stand next to anyone, I wasn't trying to line up in a pair, I was just trying to get some space. I wasn't talking, I was being good, but she wouldn't stop fussing at me. I took deep breaths and closed my eyes long enough for her to leave me alone without any problems though... So it was all good... I did good the rest of the time... Until the end of the day of course... My school doesn't have a buss or anything, so your parents come pick you up or you walk home. Well my school decided it would move quicker if we stood in a line with our grade... I can't stand in a line. Mrs. Smit asked me what was wrong. I started freaking out. I was trying to keep it under control. She made me move to the back. I thanked god, but I was all by myself. And the kept calling me up to talk to her. She asked me what was wrong. She asked me why. She kept talking to me. I couldn't stand it. I kept it almost okay, but I was crying. Not bawling, just sniffling and stuff. Then she accused me of how I handles 1st - 5th grade. I wanted to yell at her that I did freak out in 1st grade, and how no other teacher scolded me for standing at a slight angle. But I was biting my lip. It was horrible. I ran to my car when my dad finally got there.

Spaz Attack: Breathing fast and hard, biting my lip and nails, crying, sniffling, shaking, trembling, stuttering, sweating, and if taken to the extreme I break down into the fetal position.

I'm tempted to ask my mum or dad to wright a note, but it isn't exactly something she's always known about. It's never been a big deal, but I can't handle this again, it might exceed. I can't break up. I hate breaking up...

Love now and always,
~Bekki♥