One of the characters from MTV's Peak Season, Dre, was DJing, and while he was a little tool-ish with all the women grabbing onto him, he was actually a super good DJ.
BUT THAT'S NOT MY POINT.
Point is, I have apparently found a new way to freak out men at the bar.
Why do I do this?
Obsoive:
"Hey, I really like your nose ring!"
"Oh really? Thanks! Most people think I'm a lesbian, but I'm not."
"What are you then?"
[Author's note: I guess he wants me to say 'bi-sexual' or something.]
"A Spanish Bull." - Larissa.
He looks at me.
I kick at the ground with my right foot.
Later his friend and him say they're going to be right back, but COME ON, we know they won't.
I am almost saddened by my craziness.
As well, I went off on a rant to Kylie and Heather about HEY LOOK AT THAT GUY, HE'S WEARING YELLOW, IS HE GAY OR SOMETHING? GIRLS ARE SUPPOSED TO WEAR YELLOW, NOT GUYS.
Kylie and Heather look at the man I'm pointing at.
"No, Larissa, he's security."
Mandatory yellow uniform. Bah.
+ A photo depicting why math geeks have trouble with successful relationships:
1 comment:
an irc joke? really?
what is this, bash.org?
ps this is arjun if you didn't already know.
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