Stupid cupid, stop picking on me

Date/Time: Wednesday, January 30 2002 at 07:46
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Quote: "Everything is funny as long as it is happening to Somebody Else." -Will Rogers
Listening to: Head Over Feet by Alanis Morisette


Today was once again a good day. Actually before recess I was feeling a little bit down...here's why. Michelle brought her cellphone to school today and when I looked through her text messages I saw several messages from Michael! (Rewind: Michael is this guy from the play with the sexy body.) Acting a little bit like a jealous girlfriend I asked her how long he's been texting her. She just shrugged and said she just received a text from him a couple of days after the play. Something is wrong with her SIM card and she couldn't reply to his messages but he still texts her anyway. It was so unfair. She already has a girlfriend for heaven's sake, and she doesn't even like him in that way.
So why's he texting her? It should be me!

Which got me thinking again about myself and my inability to attract guys. (One bad habit I have is that I always compare myself to other girls.) Whatever does she have that I don't have? Okay first of all, she's pretty. The kind of pretty girl guys immediately notice in pictures and in person. I keep more pictures than I keep money in my wallet, and whenever a guy sees a picture with Michelle in it they're like, "What's her name?" However I am thinner than she is; her arms are fatter than mine, and I do dress better. But then she's also talkative and outgoing, two things I am absolutely not unless I'm with people I've known for a really long time. I'm the kind of person who never knows what to say to total strangers, particularly to the guys I like. The thing is, Michael is this really cold person. He's the least approachable among all the guys in the play but somehow, Michelle managed to get through his thick force field of vanity and pride. I don't know how she does it, but I wish I had whatever spunk and energy she has.

Since it's beyond my control to be forcibly talkative to people I don't know, I began to feel like a complete and total hopeless case once more. Maybe I should consider a life in the convent and say an endless litany of Hail Marys for the salvation of the world. Fortunately, I was in a better mood once I had some food in my tummy and after recess I managed to push my bleak thoughts to the back of my mind.

When I got home this afternoon I got a text message from Alex asking me to come over. She has another problem but this time it's more serious because she got grounded. Since I am such a good friend and also because I feel really sorry for her, I went to see her. On my way to her house I ran into Jean and Macky, a friend of his. (Rewind: Jean is this Korean guy I used to have a really huge crush on.) It felt so good to see him again after so many months; actually he's been asking me recently if we could get together and hang out some time but I'd been busy with other things. He had his hair shaved, which made him look like somebody straight from boot camp. But I was pleased to note that he gained more mass. Holymarymotherofgod. What a body. Coincidentally, he was wearing a Ralph Lauren t-shirt. But despite his fine body all my feelings for him are completely non-sexual. I'm just the kind of girl who admires male bodies the way guys admire girl bodies. Anyway, he asked me where I was going and I felt kind of embarassed telling him that I was gonna go see Alex. Truth is, I wouldn't be caught dead with her in public. I'm sorry to say this but she's a total loser. Nevertheless, Jean wasn't daunted and asked if we could meet up tomorrow. I told him I probably won't be able to go out again but he's welcome to come over anytime. With much difficulty I bade him farewell, I wish I could've gone with him instead.

I made my way towards Alex's house and we stayed in her bedroom and talked. She told me the reason why she got grounded was because her mom caught her smoking in the basement. I patiently listened to the same old complaints about her mom being a bitch and this time I didn't try to offer any advice. She always insists on going her way but seriously though, I should become a shrink or something. I always feel like a shrink when I'm around her, listening to her problems and giving her suggestions on what she might do if the same thing happens to her again. I really do feel sorry for her, the poor girl. Eighteen years old in junior year high school and no friends at all.

Lauryn is a fifteen-year old girl who lives in the Philippines . She is a junior at a private, Catholic all-girls school run by nuns and she hates it there because the nuns are too strict and cos a lot of the girls are not her kind of people. She prefers the rain to the sun and would never be caught dead in wide-leg pants. When she isn't at the mall, at a friend's house, in Spanish, voice or swimming class, she is at home playing PlayStation games, talking on the phone, watching TV, reading and rotting in front of the computer. She hates to be a Xerox copy of everyone else which is why she never every buys stuff from the trendy stores at the mall (what a shame, the clothes can be really cute too). She has shoulder-length black hair and pretty eyes.

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