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11:25 p.m. | 2006-04-18
Hours earlier I was peeved that I saw my two bestest buddies. Omar was in my face as usual, at the the wrong time. Yeah it's his birthday. Well whatever. Go celebrate without me. On my way out to give the worst presentation ever, I see Drew bouncing up the street with some guy, deep in conversation. I wave, smile, attempt to be all that and a bag of potatoe chips, and I get a glance and a "hey". Ha! You know I was totally pissed right?? Again, for absolutely no reason. We arent married with children, we aint dating (realistically anyway), so why the whole way down the hill was I sooo pissy?? Days like these I hate being a woman. I wanted so badly to hate him as much as I despised Omar and by the end of class, I couldnt. I remembered the anger I had felt before, and just let it go. He never signed on today. I guess the fun is over.
I knew things would be weird when I woke up and the goldfish had died. He looked like he was perched on a rock, but no breathing was taking place. I finally scooped him out tonight and dumped the water out of the tank. So now I am just spoiling the beta in the bedroom. Hehehe... my only boyfriend lives in a tank on my desk. We have fun together, play games, blah blah blah. I hate to say it, but some of my best times have been sitting at this desk looking at this damn fish.
I so badly wanted to ask about today's happenings, but then I thouht to myself, women piddle over the most trivial matters. He said hi, he knew I was there. He just didnt feel the need to follow up on it. We're friends, he was talking to another person, perhaps even a very important conversation that shouldnt have been interrupted. Hell, maybe we arent even that good of friends. Even better, maybe I madeup the entire thing. None of the shit between us ever happened.
So glad I deleted the phone number now. I made room for the next loser that's gonna come along and do damage.
WHAT THE FUCK!! WHY CANT I GET SHIT RIGHT??? I JUST WANT A FUCKING BOYFRIEND BEFORE IM 30!!
I suggest: Give up on everything and finish the semester totally glazed over. Plan to drink till you puke at the Dean's party this weekend.