Lamer than Lame: Wednesday Edition
I ended up on the phone with Emma for three hours talking about how lame we were.
Step One: Our Problem
Emma and I seem to think that our problem stems from the fact that (as Emma put it, in exact words) 'I want a boyfriend. Or a good guy friend. Or someone to hug. Courtney, I need a hug.' Here in lies the problem - the guys at our school are jerks, too slow to keep up a decent conversation, or 'going out' with someone (they decide they have a girlfriend, go to a movie once, break up, get back together, ect. It's the stupidest thing ever). The guys at other schools who we MIGHT LIKE (good Lord. Why am I even bothering beating around the bush?) see us as more buddy-buddy, especially since my best friend is a guy and up until recently Emma had a good guy friend to (damn spoon collecting girlfriends).
Step Two: What Depresses Us
-Chick Flicks/Romantic Comedies
Why? Well, obviously. Nothing that spectacular EVER happens, life is never that good, you never end up with who you want, and the whole idea depresses you. Duh.
-Morons
Why? The fact that guys who go to our school are sheer morons who's dialectic is an odd grunting is very frustrating. Also the fact that they have these 'relationships.' (See Step One) Ugh. It's bothersome. I would deeply love to scream at them. >.>
Step Three: Realization
We must realize that the chances of the people who we like realizing this and deciding they feel the same way is slim. We also must realize that we have no backbone if we say nothing and just drop hints, so it's still our fault, and we can be mad at ourselves. This doesn't help anything. It just makes us feel worse, so this realization isn't really a step to success if that's what you were thinking. We also must come up with an action plan to destroy all romantic comedies so that such senseless ideas such as the fact that someone who you like might one day recipricate the meaning in a romantic way are never planted in the heads of innocent minds again.
We also must realize the sad truth that unless someone who we like reads this and decides to be nice and just tell us that they like us to stop us from being depressed, we're probably going to have more 3 hour conversations where half of it is about the above.
A sad truth. But we can handle it.
Anyway. We had that conversation for awhile, discussed her sisters, paced the house, discussed the morons at school, paced, discussed music, paced, discussed tomorrow, paced. Then we hung up because her mom made her get off and I think I missed like three calls. Ah well.
Winners of weekly made up contests:
Cheesiest - The Latin Movie.
Stupidest - The group of snobby people standing a few feet away from my locker who were talking to Nicole H. (LOATHE HER) and they were like 'Nicole, your sandals don't match your skirt. Omg.' In all seriousness.
Funniest - 'You're all coordinated today, with the black and... black.' -Ashley
Lamest - A tie between the English novel and my phone conversation.
Happiest - When the bell rang today to end school.
Mmhmm. I'ma go be lame somemore now, maybe work on my store...
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Step One: Our Problem
Emma and I seem to think that our problem stems from the fact that (as Emma put it, in exact words) 'I want a boyfriend. Or a good guy friend. Or someone to hug. Courtney, I need a hug.' Here in lies the problem - the guys at our school are jerks, too slow to keep up a decent conversation, or 'going out' with someone (they decide they have a girlfriend, go to a movie once, break up, get back together, ect. It's the stupidest thing ever). The guys at other schools who we MIGHT LIKE (good Lord. Why am I even bothering beating around the bush?) see us as more buddy-buddy, especially since my best friend is a guy and up until recently Emma had a good guy friend to (damn spoon collecting girlfriends).
Step Two: What Depresses Us
-Chick Flicks/Romantic Comedies
Why? Well, obviously. Nothing that spectacular EVER happens, life is never that good, you never end up with who you want, and the whole idea depresses you. Duh.
-Morons
Why? The fact that guys who go to our school are sheer morons who's dialectic is an odd grunting is very frustrating. Also the fact that they have these 'relationships.' (See Step One) Ugh. It's bothersome. I would deeply love to scream at them. >.>
Step Three: Realization
We must realize that the chances of the people who we like realizing this and deciding they feel the same way is slim. We also must realize that we have no backbone if we say nothing and just drop hints, so it's still our fault, and we can be mad at ourselves. This doesn't help anything. It just makes us feel worse, so this realization isn't really a step to success if that's what you were thinking. We also must come up with an action plan to destroy all romantic comedies so that such senseless ideas such as the fact that someone who you like might one day recipricate the meaning in a romantic way are never planted in the heads of innocent minds again.
We also must realize the sad truth that unless someone who we like reads this and decides to be nice and just tell us that they like us to stop us from being depressed, we're probably going to have more 3 hour conversations where half of it is about the above.
A sad truth. But we can handle it.
Anyway. We had that conversation for awhile, discussed her sisters, paced the house, discussed the morons at school, paced, discussed music, paced, discussed tomorrow, paced. Then we hung up because her mom made her get off and I think I missed like three calls. Ah well.
Winners of weekly made up contests:
Cheesiest - The Latin Movie.
Stupidest - The group of snobby people standing a few feet away from my locker who were talking to Nicole H. (LOATHE HER) and they were like 'Nicole, your sandals don't match your skirt. Omg.' In all seriousness.
Funniest - 'You're all coordinated today, with the black and... black.' -Ashley
Lamest - A tie between the English novel and my phone conversation.
Happiest - When the bell rang today to end school.
Mmhmm. I'ma go be lame somemore now, maybe work on my store...
www.cafepress.com/Calymne