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I just spent the last 4 hours watching home videos. Needless to say I'm drained. I was not the most entertaining baby ever. All I did was fall over a lot, and the end of every take would feature me throwing up, most likely from shoving my toy cow in my mouth.
I'm bored already. This doesn't bode well for the rest of summer.
Benet prom was fun. I approached all the teachers, pretending I was in their class. I convinced one guy so well that he took me into his arms and gave me a hug. At that point I pretty much got scared and stopped. I don't think I've ever had so much junk food in my life. Pre-prom dinner (heart shaped chicken again... meat should not be put into any shape, its really not that appealing) we got some cheesecake, and i pretty much lived off of cookies, chips and dip for the next two days.
My grandma calls me today and the first thing she does is ask if i have a girlfriend or not. She must think my biological clock is ticking. And she then sufficiently went on to guilt trip me. And now I'm recounting my failures with girls this year... which is pretty funny in hindsight. There was Monica, who I scared away by telling dead baby jokes at a busstop. Then Anna and Kathleen, who I started good with, then lost all ability to hold conversation with except for forced jokes about cafeteria food and homework. Who knows what happened with Colette... Things were going well with Abbey, until she told me she was obsessed with the band Senses Fail. That was when I realized how shallow I am about music taste, which made me feel like Rob Gordon from High Fidelity, except now I realize how lame his mindset is. That pretty much covers the year. College is weird being surrounded by so many available women your own age, but you really have no idea who they are. And basically, I havent met any girl ive really clicked with. So thanks a lot grandma, for that period of self doubt.
Im not really sure why this is going in my livejournal.
I'm bored already. This doesn't bode well for the rest of summer.
Benet prom was fun. I approached all the teachers, pretending I was in their class. I convinced one guy so well that he took me into his arms and gave me a hug. At that point I pretty much got scared and stopped. I don't think I've ever had so much junk food in my life. Pre-prom dinner (heart shaped chicken again... meat should not be put into any shape, its really not that appealing) we got some cheesecake, and i pretty much lived off of cookies, chips and dip for the next two days.
My grandma calls me today and the first thing she does is ask if i have a girlfriend or not. She must think my biological clock is ticking. And she then sufficiently went on to guilt trip me. And now I'm recounting my failures with girls this year... which is pretty funny in hindsight. There was Monica, who I scared away by telling dead baby jokes at a busstop. Then Anna and Kathleen, who I started good with, then lost all ability to hold conversation with except for forced jokes about cafeteria food and homework. Who knows what happened with Colette... Things were going well with Abbey, until she told me she was obsessed with the band Senses Fail. That was when I realized how shallow I am about music taste, which made me feel like Rob Gordon from High Fidelity, except now I realize how lame his mindset is. That pretty much covers the year. College is weird being surrounded by so many available women your own age, but you really have no idea who they are. And basically, I havent met any girl ive really clicked with. So thanks a lot grandma, for that period of self doubt.
Im not really sure why this is going in my livejournal.