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SELF FIVE! Sorry, but do you see what I did here? I posted the post I wrote first, last. This way these pair of posts are in sequential order! Imma genius, GO ME! That up there is my victory dance. Anyway, so my last post was about everybody else, this one's about me.

First, I mentioned in the post above that I experienced racism due to my Asian complexation. This is in fact true, and to be honest, it didn't hurt me at all. I am awfully witty, if I were to ask myself, and if there's one rule to absolutely destroying somebody at a game of insults that they started, it's to be the smarter person, luckily, being the overconfident, cocky, genius, this was pretty easy for me. Yet, I never had to use this ability to brutally destroy my enemies when racism was applied. It actually ended up helping me out. If you know me personally, you know that I am the biggest racist that I know (against Asians, specifically Asians). A lot of people ask me why, and the reason that I do so is to create an impenetrable shield, how are you going to be a racist when I can be a better racist. That's right, I'm smarter than you and a better racist. In terms of just general bullying, I used to go through the effort of actually snapping back, but as the years went on I realized that I don't and will never care, and they realized it too. I mean, if you don't like me, that's a lose lose situation, you actually have to spend energy on not liking me, and your missing out on allllll of this. Insulting me was like insulting a brick, a cool brick though, like, playing smooth jazz cool brick.

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Now, this is my first year of high school one of the things that I have enjoyed the least, was those around me who cared. I used to sit there and listen to, "The problem is, Rachel likes Kent, but Kent likes Tiffany, and nobody knows who Tiffany likes, but rumor has it that John has his eyes on Tiffany too, but Kent and John are best friends, and last Summer Kent kissed John's sister, who is actually Tiffany's step sister, and and and.." Now, I am glad to say that anytime I even sense that somebody is about to go on a ridiculous rant like that, I bluntly tell them to stop emitting sound. People believe that I am extremely bitter, but, sociopathic traits aside, I just took the whole "honesty is policy" rule to the extremes. People wonder why I forget their names, or even their existence, it's because I don't know you outside of the building that I am forced to attend five days a week. Therefore, my brain assumes that it's useless information, as Sherlock Holmes once said, "Listen. This is my hard drive and it only makes sense to put things in there that are useful. Really useful. Ordinary people fill their heads with all kinds of rubbish. And that makes it hard to get at the stuff that matters. Do you see?... Oh! How? What does that matter? So we go 'round the sun. If we went 'round the moon or round and round the garden like a teddy bear it wouldn't make any difference. All that matters to me is the work. Without that my brain rots. Put that in your blog. Or better still, stop inflicting your opinions on the world." If you haven't watched Sherlock definitely watch it. I admire Sherlock in a way, he reminds of... well, me.