Fish, the Radio, and Stupid Boys
I love track and that I'm enjoying running again!
HA. Eff that. Forget I ever said it. I am more out of shape than a sumo wrestler. And that's pretty out of shape.
So, basically, today is Friday. Good because I won't have school for two days. Bad because I have a shizload of homework, boxing tomorrow morning (kill me now), a church retreat on Sunday, and I can't. Eat. Meat.
That, right there, is totally horrifying.
This results in me indulging myself thoroughly in a wide variety of fish and nice, crunchy tater tots. Throw that alongside a beautiful display of frozen sugar snap peas and, well, you get a typical Lenten meal at my house. Fish, Fat, and Frozen. The wonderful and deliciously deadening triple F's. How fantastic.
You what else is fantastic? The fact that pretty much every guy ever is, like, a total fail. I mean, wow. To you out there who aren't, forgive my generalization. I've liked this guy named (to save the innocent) Brett for OVER A YEAR, and he tells me to come to the preview of the new high school play. So I'm like, "Oh, I don't know, I have Trig, Mr. Teacher might not let me." Because I have such great standing in his class with a solid, like, 70. And we have a quiz that I'm probably going to fail. So he begs with this adorable puppy face. Eff him for being so attractive. "Oh, maybe." This causes me to get a huge squeezy hug. He suggests that if I go, I should go hang out with him in the theatre room after the preview. I'm like,"Sure, whatever." Inside, I'm secretly dying to go to this thing just to hang out with him. Guys are ridiculous. So I go to Trig, and not only does my teacher say I can go, he DOESN'T let the girl I hate go with me! So I'm like, "WHOO! Awesome!" I take the quiz (which i deifnitely did fail) and parade wonderfully down to the auditorium, where I stood in the back of the theatre because the seats were FULL. I sat through a play that, by definition, totally blows, JUST so I could hang out with this effing kid. Afterwards, he's standing on stage with his hoe of an ex-girlfriend (who I HATE), but he's like, blowing her off and looking in my direction. So I get a litle excited, kind of, butterflies in the stomach thing. So I proceed down to the theatre room, and voila! I found one of my friends in there as well.
As a sidenote, you know how when you like someone, and they're talking in a group of people, you just kind of flounce over there and talking with someone there, just to get their attention? Good.
So I'm standing there talking to my friend, when Brett like jumps on the back of this kid who's walking over. They both, like, plumet to the ground, which was sort of funny, but whatever. I kept talking to my friend, and Brett was being really obnoxiously loud, like, trying to get attention from everyone on the planet. So I caught him watching me, so I looked towards him to say hi, and he looks away. So I look away, and he looks at me again. We seesawed back and forth until I finally just, like, gave up. Then he walks away, and I'm just kind of by myself because my friend went to go do something. So I was sitting there for, like, forty five minutes, and not once did he come over and talk to me. Like, seriously? He's the one who invited me here to "hang out." So I go over to his friend (who is also, like, my best guy friend) and I'm like "Look, I'm going to go," and he's all sad and crap [not like HE was paying attention, either]. So I'm about to walk out and I hear, "Mollie!" So I turn around, and there's effing Brett with this irresitable pout on his face and his arms spread for a hug. Just...I wish I knew what was going through his mind! I mean, really? You ditch me and then want to hug me? Ehh.
Okay, so I've been listening to Fly 92 for about three hours, and the Secrets commercial is driving me CRAZY! Okay, I get you're having a 'winter beach party' with a wuh-wuh-wuh-water cannon. "Located at Guptil's Arena! "It's going to be a great party!" Suh-suh-suh-SECRETS is something you don't want to miss! "I can't wait until Saturday night!"" I mean, really? Haha. Guptil's is the shiz, but Secrets = not so much. I've heard the song 'Single Ladies' by Beyonce maybe, oh, four times now? I believe it is permanently indented into my skull. It's so obvious this radio station has a mix that they just put on replay. Frustratingly enough, I find myself strangely addicted to it. Oh, here's an improvement. Fall Out Boy just came on. WIN! Who, by the way, I am going to see in 45 DAYS. That's right, fool. Suck that. =]
Okay, that's enough for today. I'm off to melt my brain with Biology. Can't effing wait.