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I just watched my neighbor's dog, Odin, roll around in the grass for the last five minutes. That was so cute. But the dog still pisses me off because he's loud. ...okay, I just saw him getting humped by one of their other dogs. That's what I get for staring, I guess.
My mom won't hack off my hair. I want about a foot less than what I have, but she won't do it because "I could never get my hair to grow out that long your hair is so pretty why do you want to cut it all off arg rage how bout four inches thehairpervertswillbesadblahblahblah". It wouldn't be cutting it all off, Mother. Chopping off that much would bring it up to my bra, big deal. Still long. Long hair's a pain in the ass.
Now for more real life stuffs...
Yesterday I was asked by the phlebotomist what grade I was in, to which I replied, "Oh, I don't go to school." I was promptly told that I'm missing out by not going to school. Not for any of the reasons I'm accustomed to ["You're wasting your life!!1 You need to go back to school and spend thousands of dollars on furthering your education and if you're lucky you may get a job that's actually in the field you studied because that's what people are supposed to do!!!!1111111" and so on and so forth. Nevermind that I kind of, y'know, never finished anything above freshman year or even got my GED so I'm not exactly college material at the moment, but I digress.], though. According to her, I'm missing out because that means I won't be able to go to the prom (o noez!!1)... then she went on to tell me how fun gettin' all purdy in a prom gown is, and that I should go because it would be a great experience.
Um.
Yeaaaaaaaaaah.
As much as I'd love to go to the prom this year -- note the sarcasm, here -- I fear that unless I pull a Sephiroth Mrs. Robinson and snag me up mah verreh own eager, virile teenage boy 5'7"/blond/blue plz, I am much too old to attend. You asked me to confirm my birthdate not thirty seconds ago, lady... even if you do really quick, shoddy math you can figure that I'm in my 20s, so obviously I am not a highschool senior and therefore ineligible for omg teh wild and crazy illegal prom night drinking parties in hotel rooms that end up in drunken sex. (...and even if I hadn't dropped out I wouldn't have attended either junior or senior prom. It wasn't a part of Jen's Master Plan.)
So as she's going on, I was just kind of sitting there calling her an idiot in my head but smiling and nodding to humor her because I'm nice -- not that I would've done anything else, figuring I'm not a great conversationalist and hate talking to people (especially people who are currently draining me of tubes and tubes of precious blood). When she said "school", I sure as hell didn't think she had highschool in mind, so that kind of surprised me. And that was kind of annoying. I honestly don't get why people think I'm so young. Last year, I think, I had to give my mailman my ID to prove that I was of legal age to sign for a package because he told me that he didn't think I was older than 16. DX
Anyway, after that she asked how old I was. I told her. Apparently something is wrong with me because I do not go to college for the parties or fuck the guys therein. I know she was joking, but I didn't find it very funny. It kind of had that 'retarded' vibe. ~_~ Yes, I do realize that college houses many good-looking boys. Yes, I realize that college would be a good place to meet guys. I don't care. I'm not interested in school, nor am I interested in the walking cocks who attend it (and no, I am not a lesbian. I'm almost positive that some people in my family believe I am considering the lifelong lack of boyfriends and disinterest in finding myself a nice man to settle down with because I AM AT THAT AGE AND MUST DO SO IN ORDER TO POP OUT A FEW BABIES TO FURTHER MY OH-SO-COLORFUL BLOODLINE RIDDLED WITH RAGING MENTAL DISORDERS, but I'm not). zOMGAVAILABLEPENIS is not incentive to attend school anyway. Not unless you really like penis.
...and I forgot where I was going with all this so I'll just end it there. This story sucked anyway.
I googled my last name on a whim. What came up was a lot of results pertaining to horses, beer and Calypso music. DOUBLE YOO-TEE-EFF. I also didn't know that my cousin was such an accomplished swimmer. Bwuh? But it makes sense, since his dad used to be a diver or... something, I kind of stop paying attention to stories at family functions after a while. There's also one result that has my last name followed by the word "crackhead" but that doesn't surprise me.
My next entry will be babble about nothing but Advent Children doujinshi and yaoi manga. Because real life is no fun.
My mom won't hack off my hair. I want about a foot less than what I have, but she won't do it because "I could never get my hair to grow out that long your hair is so pretty why do you want to cut it all off arg rage how bout four inches thehairpervertswillbesadblahblahblah". It wouldn't be cutting it all off, Mother. Chopping off that much would bring it up to my bra, big deal. Still long. Long hair's a pain in the ass.
Now for more real life stuffs...
Yesterday I was asked by the phlebotomist what grade I was in, to which I replied, "Oh, I don't go to school." I was promptly told that I'm missing out by not going to school. Not for any of the reasons I'm accustomed to ["You're wasting your life!!1 You need to go back to school and spend thousands of dollars on furthering your education and if you're lucky you may get a job that's actually in the field you studied because that's what people are supposed to do!!!!1111111" and so on and so forth. Nevermind that I kind of, y'know, never finished anything above freshman year or even got my GED so I'm not exactly college material at the moment, but I digress.], though. According to her, I'm missing out because that means I won't be able to go to the prom (o noez!!1)... then she went on to tell me how fun gettin' all purdy in a prom gown is, and that I should go because it would be a great experience.
Um.
Yeaaaaaaaaaah.
As much as I'd love to go to the prom this year -- note the sarcasm, here -- I fear that unless I pull a Sephiroth Mrs. Robinson and snag me up mah verreh own eager, virile teenage boy 5'7"/blond/blue plz, I am much too old to attend. You asked me to confirm my birthdate not thirty seconds ago, lady... even if you do really quick, shoddy math you can figure that I'm in my 20s, so obviously I am not a highschool senior and therefore ineligible for omg teh wild and crazy illegal prom night drinking parties in hotel rooms that end up in drunken sex. (...and even if I hadn't dropped out I wouldn't have attended either junior or senior prom. It wasn't a part of Jen's Master Plan.)
So as she's going on, I was just kind of sitting there calling her an idiot in my head but smiling and nodding to humor her because I'm nice -- not that I would've done anything else, figuring I'm not a great conversationalist and hate talking to people (especially people who are currently draining me of tubes and tubes of precious blood). When she said "school", I sure as hell didn't think she had highschool in mind, so that kind of surprised me. And that was kind of annoying. I honestly don't get why people think I'm so young. Last year, I think, I had to give my mailman my ID to prove that I was of legal age to sign for a package because he told me that he didn't think I was older than 16. DX
Anyway, after that she asked how old I was. I told her. Apparently something is wrong with me because I do not go to college for the parties or fuck the guys therein. I know she was joking, but I didn't find it very funny. It kind of had that 'retarded' vibe. ~_~ Yes, I do realize that college houses many good-looking boys. Yes, I realize that college would be a good place to meet guys. I don't care. I'm not interested in school, nor am I interested in the walking cocks who attend it (and no, I am not a lesbian. I'm almost positive that some people in my family believe I am considering the lifelong lack of boyfriends and disinterest in finding myself a nice man to settle down with because I AM AT THAT AGE AND MUST DO SO IN ORDER TO POP OUT A FEW BABIES TO FURTHER MY OH-SO-COLORFUL BLOODLINE RIDDLED WITH RAGING MENTAL DISORDERS, but I'm not). zOMGAVAILABLEPENIS is not incentive to attend school anyway. Not unless you really like penis.
...and I forgot where I was going with all this so I'll just end it there. This story sucked anyway.
I googled my last name on a whim. What came up was a lot of results pertaining to horses, beer and Calypso music. DOUBLE YOO-TEE-EFF. I also didn't know that my cousin was such an accomplished swimmer. Bwuh? But it makes sense, since his dad used to be a diver or... something, I kind of stop paying attention to stories at family functions after a while. There's also one result that has my last name followed by the word "crackhead" but that doesn't surprise me.
My next entry will be babble about nothing but Advent Children doujinshi and yaoi manga. Because real life is no fun.