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Saturday, September 20, 2008, 7:30 PM
She enjoys nothing more
No really, just look around you to the nearest woman and ask her if she thinks she's fat. If she says no, she's either a man or a 7 time triathlon winner. And when women ask men whether they look fat, and when the guy says no, they're actually telling the truth, so girls, you people need to actually believe them. Us men don't just say no so easily, i mean come on, you've got to admit that is a very, very difficult question to answer. Cos you women always think men are lying to you, if we say you dont look fat, you'd think we're just saying that to make you happy and then you get upset that you're not getting the truth and you get all hissy. Comparatively, when we say yes you indeed look fat, you get upset that you're actually getting the truth and you get all hissy. Now, women, work with me here, i need you to stand up, go to the nearest mirror, look yourself in the eye and say " (Insert name here), you are not fat! " There, don't you feel better? pfft. Unless of course you actually are fat, then, you'd best not try that. And when i say fat, i mean ![]() That kinda fat. If you dont look like that, then you're actually considered thin. There you go Liz, i hope you're convinced now. Anyway, im still not as stressed as i think i should be, prolly cos im not working as hard as i should be. I am working hard believe me, but just, not enough i guess. Didn't go to school on thursday cos staying at home was way more productive, Liz asked me to go dress shopping with her, Anna, WY( and i dont know who else was there) cos i know far east so well its almost scary. But the sun was just itching to burn me and my body refused to move. So she came over for dinner instead after settling on this greek goddess looking dress. I payed for her cab ride here, tsk. I made sandwiches for dinner, the subway kind, but the bread was being a bitch and wouldn't shut tight. She as usual, poured soup over everything. tsk. I had spent a good half an hour earlier in the day figuring out how to play violet hill on the piano and i finally got it, so i taught her how to play it after dinner. Studied for like, 35 seconds before her mom arrived to pick her up. Studied for a bit more before trying to go to sleep. School was as exciting as a senior citizen's chess tournament, honours day was after school and i had to show up for my distinguished service honours for drama. Sat on the stupid concert hall chairs for over 2 hours doing absolutely nothing but waiting for the thing to start at 3. I told Dad he didnt need to be there but he showed up anyway, thankfully he didn't wave at me from across the hall shouting my name out like last time, he just sat down quietly, and we both exchanged non embarrassing nods of acknowledgment. Had to sit for another 3 hours of absolute horror as 537 names and awards were given out. I tried to fall asleep, but it was so boring that i couldn't fall asleep. My turn finally came and as i stepped on stage amidst an uproar of cheers and standing ovations to shake the guest of honour's sweaty palms, i realized how terribly dead the parents were. Some of them were clapping, some were sleeping, and some,like my dad, who didn't even realize it was my turn, was sleeping and still clapping. It was only after they said my name did he wake up from his clapping slumber. Thanks Dad, thanks. pfft. Finally ended at 6 and we all headed down to the auditorium for light refreshments, i didn't have alot to eat i swear. Me and kenny then headed up to sheila's room to wish her a happy birthday cos it was her birthday yesterday, Ignatius and justin were there giving their presents. We had nothing to give, so i gave the only thing i could. Sang her a song which i made up on the spot, it made sense for the first 30 seconds, then it just went stupid. But she enjoyed it anyway and kenny helped by clapping. pfft. Went high for quite some time before i realized the time, rushed off in a cab home, quickly showered and gathered whatever i needed and cabbed off to Liz's place. My wallet screamed for mercy with each cab ride, but i could only sit and watch as my money burned. Studied for a good couple hours before we finally decided we were too tired. Headed up to her room where she tried on some dress for her grad night, i turned on my gay side to give her the womanliest fashion advice i could muster, she told Duncan that she was giving me a lingerie fashion show to make him jealous. tsk. It actually worked. Used the computer for abit before deciding to head to bed. I didn't fall off her bed this time. Go me. Got up this morning with my hair looking like yoda while she flaunted her seemingly perfect hair which doesnt seem to take the shape of anything. Tried some stupid wii fit thing on her wii. I swear its a demoralizing bitch. Its this thing where they measure your BMI, your health status and other annoying health statuses aimed to demoralize fat people. Her mom gave me a lift back soon after. Tuition and studying today. Feli cut her hair and she looks like a man now. She is going to take my head off for saying that. lalala. Too lazy to upload the photos. Ive got a heckload of work to get back to and its calling me. 30 days left to O's, i think. Dammit. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao |
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