Ok, so last night after I got off here, I was hanging out in my room, and Allie, Bobby, and Tank, someone who lives on the first floor, came in and just kinda started talking. Bobby started acting like a douche hole just to piss me off like he always does around Allie – I guess he thinks it impresses her or something. Bobby doesn’t seem to get that I’m not pissed off about him doing stupid shit like grabbing my Panthers helmet, putting it on, and dancing like an idiot because it insults my team. I am pissed off about it because he just acts like a friggin retard just to get me mad, and I don’t see the point.


So anyway, Eric, Allie, and Bobby tell Tank the story of prom night. I will detail what prom night was: an unmitigated disaster. Bobby and Allie and Eric and everyone thought they were coming to pick me up. I never heard that from them, so I just had my mom drive around and look for them — at Allie’s house, then Bobby’s, then at the restuarant. Turns out they thought they were picking me up. After all that mess and dinner, we went to prom, which just turned out to be horrible. I was alone, no one else was, they put me in the middle of the picture, which was humiliating to me because it made it even more obvious that I didn’t have a date. By the time the night was over, I was pretty damn sure that Allie, Mitchell (Bobby’s friend who goes to Purdue), Eric’s girlfriend, Mitchell’s date, and the other two people there were all never going to talk to me again. I was wrong about the first two, thankfully, but Eric’s girlfriend still thinks I’m a little brat because of that night. It’s also a microcosm of why I can’t get any girls: I have no balls (to ask anybody out), I get too pissed too easily (the picture), and I’m unattractive (this is debatable, but I figure if I was attractive, someone would have asked me to go with them).


Ok, they start telling him this story, adding the requisite laughs in between because I don’t feel miserable enough about it…basically, it’s just mean. Do I make fun of Bobby about the night he and Molly broke up? Do I make fun of Allie or Eric about the worst nights of THEIR lives? No, I don’t think so. I just assume I deserve the same respect, but I guess I do not, because that’s at least the third time they have told that story to someone else that I barely know, effectively sinking any hope of being friends with any of those people. I have enough trouble making friends as it is; you’d think they’d look out for me and keep me from losing opportunities to make friends, but they don’t. I don’t know, that’s just my opinion.


Talked to Katie again today…I still don’t know if she likes me or not. I’m just going to take life as it comes (not grab life by the horns…just kidding) and wait and see. I’d like to hope she likes me, but remember, no girl in the history of mankind has ever wanted to date me…ever. And I had these same thoughts about Allie, and you can see how that turned out. I think I have more basis this time around though. I think. I’ll just wait and see I guess…I wish girls would just tell you if they liked you. I know I’m the same culprit the other way, but you know, Amy’s had the same boyfriend for how long now? Over a year? It’s self preservation not telling her I like her…haha.


Tonight’s plans…a Cardinal Sportslive meeting and some homework. Good stuff.


Oh, right, and the Quote of the Day:


“I’m not gay, I’m a homosexual.” – Mr. McNulty, my HS broadcast journalism teacher.


I’ll get the whole Quote of the Day archive posted this Friday probably, I won’t have anything to do so I’ll probably do that. I’ll be back tomorrow with more!

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