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Damn I had all this rage and pissed-offage-ness last night that would have made for a great entry, had it not been for my need for bathing and sleep. Now all my rantiness is gone. Wait...I think there's a little left...WHY? It's a rare event that a guy even speaks to me longer than to ask for a pencil or a sheet of notebook paper. So, tell me, God. WHY does the one time that a guy hits on me, it has to be HIM? Of ALL PEOPLE. I've known him since, what, second grade? And he's possibly the most obnoxious person I know. He thinks I'm avoiding him, and he's always asking me why I won't talk to him. Why do you THINK I'm avoiding you?! Is your skull THAT THICK? It's not just that it's him that makes me mad, though. It's more about the fact that that's all I get. That, and an occaisional "hey" from that creepy kid. Meanwhile, "Marcia," as we'll refer to her as here, has guys hanging off her every second of every day. Carly and I counted once in history; she had a posse of ten guys crowded around her for the whole class. It's not fair that all of my friends on my team like different guys, yet we're all hindered by the same girl, and she'll never go out with any of them. I really wish she would just go back to Texas. Also, I have realized that I am the single most uncoordinated human being on Earth, and how I manage ballet is beyond my comprehension. Jessie and I were at Carly's house this afternoon to work on a history project, and Carly has this bunk bed. And the saga begins. It took me a full minute to get up to the top bunk. Then? I couldn't get down. At all. I clambered and scooted and slid and teetered on the edge for a while, but I could. Not. Get. Down. I finally thought I had it, and I started to climb down, and my arm got stuck in this death lock between the mattress and the rail, Lord knows how it got there, and I was fairly sure that if I moved at all it would snap in half. So Jessie and Carly had to literally lift me back up onto the bed by my legs, and then promptly collapsed on the floor laughing. Sagen? If I ever try to get on your bunk bed, hit me. Hard. 2003-01-29 @ 1:22 p.m. |