I dunno why but most of my journal entries seem to consist of me whining about girls and then whining about what a loser I am. So let's continue that trend.
My creative writing class sucks. I had to do a presentation of one of my works, but didn't have it finished in time. So I threw together a half-assed poem using bits from preexisting stuff I've written. I thought it was lame and would get me a quick, "Very nice" or something. But apparently I did something screwy and it turned out to be very enjoyable. They spent a good twenty minutes kissing my ass.
Anyway, one of the aspects of this presentation is that we give copies to everyone in the class. They then write comments and hand it back to us.
There's only one girl in the class worth looking at. She's nowhere near my type and I've never found any reason to be attracted to her. She's a beautiful girl, but, like I said, not my type. GREAT rack, though.
We actually used to go to high school together. She's one those "hangs out with the popular kids, is herself a popular kid, but secretly wants to be one of the outcasts" people; and those people piss me off.
So she writes all these flattering comments on my poem and even goes so far as to give me her e-mail address. And this, for some godawfully stupid reason, somehow gets her on my good side. Then, a few days later, I begin thinking about her. It began with me masturbating while thinking about her and then, slowly, I'm beginning to just randomly start fantasizing about dating her before I masturbate while thinking about her.
It's a fucked up scene.
I know very little about her and almost nothing about her personal life. I've seen her around campus and she's always hanging out with the fashion magazine model guys. So I know that I have no chance in hell with this girl.
After all, to semi-quote Ivan Brunetti: When Super-Man is around, of what use is a Batman?
I'm pretty sure this whole thing is only being caused by a lack of anyone else to fawn over.
Oh, and if Trigger Happy TV isn't the greatest show ever, then there's no greatest show ever.
My creative writing class sucks. I had to do a presentation of one of my works, but didn't have it finished in time. So I threw together a half-assed poem using bits from preexisting stuff I've written. I thought it was lame and would get me a quick, "Very nice" or something. But apparently I did something screwy and it turned out to be very enjoyable. They spent a good twenty minutes kissing my ass.
Anyway, one of the aspects of this presentation is that we give copies to everyone in the class. They then write comments and hand it back to us.
There's only one girl in the class worth looking at. She's nowhere near my type and I've never found any reason to be attracted to her. She's a beautiful girl, but, like I said, not my type. GREAT rack, though.
We actually used to go to high school together. She's one those "hangs out with the popular kids, is herself a popular kid, but secretly wants to be one of the outcasts" people; and those people piss me off.
So she writes all these flattering comments on my poem and even goes so far as to give me her e-mail address. And this, for some godawfully stupid reason, somehow gets her on my good side. Then, a few days later, I begin thinking about her. It began with me masturbating while thinking about her and then, slowly, I'm beginning to just randomly start fantasizing about dating her before I masturbate while thinking about her.
It's a fucked up scene.
I know very little about her and almost nothing about her personal life. I've seen her around campus and she's always hanging out with the fashion magazine model guys. So I know that I have no chance in hell with this girl.
After all, to semi-quote Ivan Brunetti: When Super-Man is around, of what use is a Batman?
I'm pretty sure this whole thing is only being caused by a lack of anyone else to fawn over.
Oh, and if Trigger Happy TV isn't the greatest show ever, then there's no greatest show ever.
and about the whole girl thing you never know until you just push yourself ...just think of it this way what do you have to loose...