I used to update frequently. Lack of motivation and an unexciting life does slow the process down.
So yesterday was completely in the shitter. I've pretty much subscribed to the notion that I'll never be comfortable in public situations.
I went to Caffe Dolce to get a sandwich for myself because my sister had conveniently bought nothing to eat last night when she went to the store. While walking up to the line to make my order, I notice to two girls sitting and eating: Megan, the ex, and her bullshit friend Annie. Can you imagine the awkwardness that soon followed? Not by me though, by her. She did all she could to avoid looking at me. Even after I placed my order and stood at the end of the counter she couldn't fucking make eye contact. F
inally, when I turned to look at her, she was looking back: I smiled and waved, she returned the favor. However, when she got up to leave and walked past me, she had her head bowed low (I mean low, as if she was crippled, she normally has a very "upity posture"), and mumbled something. I didn't understand a word of it, so I said, "I'm sorry, what was that?" But she just kept on walking. Good to see someone act so mature.
Last night was the first night of the Forester's Ball put on by the Forestry Department at UM. What a fucking waste of 10 dollars. You know, I don't mind going out to dance and have a good time and shit, but when 95% of the crowd are drunk assholes, I sing a different tune.
So there was this part in the evening when the female Forestry majors did this can-can dance in skimpy outfits they made themselves. Yeah, fun, when the dickhead behind me is being the biggest misogynist (sp?) in the world. Thanks asshole, I wasn't having a good time, but since you would "fuck any one of those girls if they danced like that for you" I'm much better.
Dancing with Amber. Apparently if you do any dance other than the fucking jitterbug or two-step, people are going to get an attitude about it. Or for the sake of argument, dancing the jitterbug and two-step only receives glares from the people surrounding me. Everybody was bumping into each other, but this one asshole and his bitch kept doing it intentionally to Amber and me, and when I turned to give him the "not so cool" glare, he was already glaring at me. Dancefloor isn't always yours, cock, get over it.
When I took a picture of Amber and her friends, some drunkard wanted to be in it. He threw his arm around Jenny and I gave him the sarcastic "dude, you are totally cool" look and a thumbs up. He gave me the finger and ran onto the dancefloor.
Millie was there and snubbed me three times. You know, you can stop to say hello instead of being dragged about by your loser friends. Oh wait, we're still in high school, 'cuz when you have your friends around, I don't even exist. Go fuck yourself.
As you can tell, not a good day.
So yesterday was completely in the shitter. I've pretty much subscribed to the notion that I'll never be comfortable in public situations.
I went to Caffe Dolce to get a sandwich for myself because my sister had conveniently bought nothing to eat last night when she went to the store. While walking up to the line to make my order, I notice to two girls sitting and eating: Megan, the ex, and her bullshit friend Annie. Can you imagine the awkwardness that soon followed? Not by me though, by her. She did all she could to avoid looking at me. Even after I placed my order and stood at the end of the counter she couldn't fucking make eye contact. F
inally, when I turned to look at her, she was looking back: I smiled and waved, she returned the favor. However, when she got up to leave and walked past me, she had her head bowed low (I mean low, as if she was crippled, she normally has a very "upity posture"), and mumbled something. I didn't understand a word of it, so I said, "I'm sorry, what was that?" But she just kept on walking. Good to see someone act so mature.
Last night was the first night of the Forester's Ball put on by the Forestry Department at UM. What a fucking waste of 10 dollars. You know, I don't mind going out to dance and have a good time and shit, but when 95% of the crowd are drunk assholes, I sing a different tune.
So there was this part in the evening when the female Forestry majors did this can-can dance in skimpy outfits they made themselves. Yeah, fun, when the dickhead behind me is being the biggest misogynist (sp?) in the world. Thanks asshole, I wasn't having a good time, but since you would "fuck any one of those girls if they danced like that for you" I'm much better.
Dancing with Amber. Apparently if you do any dance other than the fucking jitterbug or two-step, people are going to get an attitude about it. Or for the sake of argument, dancing the jitterbug and two-step only receives glares from the people surrounding me. Everybody was bumping into each other, but this one asshole and his bitch kept doing it intentionally to Amber and me, and when I turned to give him the "not so cool" glare, he was already glaring at me. Dancefloor isn't always yours, cock, get over it.
When I took a picture of Amber and her friends, some drunkard wanted to be in it. He threw his arm around Jenny and I gave him the sarcastic "dude, you are totally cool" look and a thumbs up. He gave me the finger and ran onto the dancefloor.
Millie was there and snubbed me three times. You know, you can stop to say hello instead of being dragged about by your loser friends. Oh wait, we're still in high school, 'cuz when you have your friends around, I don't even exist. Go fuck yourself.
As you can tell, not a good day.
chetbroke:
seems like you always got something going on