Feb 16, 2006 00:09
Gah. So I went to the deviant sex lecture, expecting tons of fun, since, hello? Deviant sex! It was okay until like, five minutes after, when Boy decides to sit in the row in front of me, which in and of itself wasn't the problem. It's that he sat there with the one girl I Really Don't Like, and that he used to (still does?) date. Basically I was stuck behind them canoodling for an hour. Fuckin A, not cool at all.
Oh well. Fun fact-- I was talking shit about this other guy's haircut, and as it turns out, she's the one that did it. Two things: I really didn't know it was her that did it, and it really was awful. Like, the top was okay, but the bottom was massacred. Bleh.
Whatever. I looked good today, bangin' even, in my super duper cute top. It wasn't as if I looked like a troll. And Vincent and Jill tried to make feel better by talking shit really loudly, which would've helped if I didn't feel like an ass for laughing. So now I'm here listening to the Smiths, moping, and about to do my French (!!) homework.
There's probably a joke to be made about maudlin youth, but I am neither in the mood nor disposition to hear it.
Motherfucker. If I had it in me to punch a baby, I'd want to do it now. Break cannot come fast enough.
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