Hmm...

He looked at her blankly, a fearsome stare into black eyes full of fear.
"Is that it?" he asked.
"What do you mean, that's it?" she asked.
" 'Um, I think I love you,' " he quoted almost mockingly. "That's way too simple. No explanation, no praise for any of the features I possess, no background information--why do you love me? Why do you feel this way?" His blank facial expression remained, although there was a slight hint of surprise subtly in his eyebrows.
Her face became red with anger. "What the HECK was the point of me even saying it in the first place when all you do is complain and say what I should and shouldn't do? You know what, you don't even deserve it. Forget it, I never even said it." She starts to walk away.
"Now that's better." A faint smile started to form on his lips.

I'm extremely bored. In computers. So bored I must attempt to write a story, which is most likely made of fail. I'm bored of playing solitaire and minesweeper and refuse to play Halo, because I dislike playing shooters. Homework is for home, although maybe, I'll attempt to actually do it for once.

Most of the time, I don't make sense. Heck, I don't think I ever do. I need to stop assuming people know what I'm talking about it, when actually, people never really do.

EDIT: While I have nothing to do, I'll talk about myself using notes.
-I prevent myself from talking in order to save myself the trouble of being embarassed and rejected.
-I'm really cynical to the point where I can't believe that it's possible that a person can actually be completely good.
-I'm a perfectionist in a way--I like systems and order and like everything to be in a certain way.
-I'm a lazy sloth who hates all forms of cleaning.
-I contradict myself a lot.
-My faith in Obama and furthermore the world is deteriorating.