Do I have < insert stupid assumption here > written across my forehead?
1) Drunk boy + any girl on the face of the planet = a bad idea
No, NOTHING about the fact that YOU got drunk changed ME. I won't sleep with you sober, I won't sleep with you drunk.
These are things I know. Obviously drunk boys don't. I have many guy friends and I can't think of one that hasn't put the moves on me while inebriated... and you know, that's cool. Obviously, if boys are drunk and you're the only set of tits in the room, you're kinda asking for it. But sometimes it's frustrating. I mean, do I have "I WILL HAVE SEX WITH YOU" written across my forehead? Hell no. Then again, my friends DO do a fair number of hallucinagens...
2) Legitimate excuse + bitchy prof = I am wrong, he is right
I am feeling more and more that this school does not expect the best of me. Rather, they demand the best and expect the worst. No one wants to hear excuses in this place, and no one wants to believe that there could be any reason for anything other than that you're trying to fuck them over. Do I have "I AM A LIAR AND A CHEAT" written across my forehead? Hell no. But then again, I probably could, and they wouldn't notice anyway - after all, I'm not a person, I'm only a number. A lying, cheating number.
If I really was a lying, cheating number, I would be NINETEEN! As of 2 hours ago it is my birthday. I expect many presents of high monetary value. Or you know, a poke in the eye. I just came from an excellent birthday celebration involving herbal tea and pumpkin pie at The Naam, as well as the pleasant surprise of seeing a live acoustic performance of Vuggy, a cool Vancouver indie band. We came home and I played Ben Harper on the guitar while my friend played her African drum. We ate birthday cookies. I got mittens attached with a string.
This entry sucks - I've re-written it about ten times, but I just don't give a shit. I'm feeling mellow... exactly as I want my birthday to be.