i hate being a nice girl
Winter ball was last night…although there was some stressful moments before we even left for the dance it was a good time. Good friends and good food = good night. Nothing spectacular, nothing I’m dying to do over again but it wasn’t a bad night. Not too much to say about it. I had fun with the girls including kaela and Katie sine they were there. Didn’t really see much of the guys all night but whatev. Sam slept over after and then I got up at 930 and took out my hair and watched tv with my mom and didn’t nothing till around 1145 when my mom got dunkin so I hate donuts and sam got up at like 12.
I’ve determined that dances make me feel lonely and put me back in that horrible mood.
David came over this afternoon for the first time since like Christmas. We hung out till like 620 when I left for the 630 bus for the hockey game. Which I almost missed. The game however was good until 3rd period. It just sucked I can’t really elaborate. We lost 5-3. and there was a penalty shot which I don’t think I’ve ever seen in my 4 years of being a hockey cheerleader. Bus ride home sucked more than the game. Car ride home consisted of me and mel being pissed off.
And now im here in a bad mood. And I wasn’t totally in the best mood before the game either. O well shit happens.
“This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.
To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong.
This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.
This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.
Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congratulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race." - Ode to the Nice Girls
Superbowl party at my neighbors house tomorrow which means me eating a lot of food doing hw and watching a game I don’t care about and probably running back and forth across the street between my house and theirs because I can.
I guess I’ll do some home work even though I should be sleeping since it’s after midnight.