Date: November 28, 1999
Time: 8:01 p.m.
Title: No one else comes close to you
Mood/s: ambivalent
Quote: " At no time is freedom of speech more precious than when a man hits his thumb with a hammer" - Marshall Lumsden


There are ants living in the keyboard. Yuck. I was about to start typing when my mom saw some ants crawling up and down the wires of the keyboard, which freaked me out a bit. I know this sounds so girly but bugs and ants creep me to death. I finally got the nerve to get the bug spray (it was waterbased, so no need to lecture me about the ozone layer crap), and when it was in my hand, I made sure that each ant got more than a lethal dose. I sprayed each individual ant meticulously and laughed maliciously as the ant kicked its leg in the air as an attempt to run off. I am a sadist, and so damn proud of it!

I was chatting in IRC last night and I am sad to report that there are so many horny bastards out there. If creeps weren't bugging me to msg them my permission so they could flirt with me, they were giving me lectures because I liked anime. One guy was like, "Why do you like anime, despite the short shorts and the big breasts?" I said, "It's a form of art. As long as they aren't f*cking all over the place, I think it's okay." And he said, "So nude anime pictures are okay?" I was so tempted to say, "Yeah," but a picture of Martin's disapproving face appeared in my mind so I turned off the window instead. Talk about being arrested by the morality police! The more daring variety wanted to meet up with me in the mall but I was like, "No way."

Here's a pattern I noticed when guys msg me. First he asks for my asl (age, sex, location). Then he asks what my school is. After that, he asks where I got the name Fuuko. And then a little chitchat before he tells me to describe myself (what a vague question). Finally he says one of the following: (a) he's horny and he wants to do me, (b) he wants to go out with me, (c) he wants to meet up with me. At that point I turn off the window and ignore the creep for the rest of the night.

Another sucky thing. I chatted to this junior who went to Alex's school. I asked him if he knew her and based from the quite vague description I gave him, he said yeah. Then he talked about how she was a loner at school, and how she hung out with crazy guys and stuff. At that point, I didn't know how to react. It was weird; how do you react when someone you hardly know is trashing your friend? But the guy was nice enough to apologize for the mean things he said. I also met a guy who went to Chris's school and he said he was something like a nerd. Yikes. I wonder what the girls in my school say if someone asks them what I'm like at school. "Oh, she's really quiet." "Oh, she's a real bookworm." "Oh, that absolute loser has no social life." And so on and so forth, what a real scary thought. Talk about something sucky that we all have in common. But I suppose that's the reason why we like each other. Lesson learned: never, ever ask what your friend is like when you meet someone who goes to his/her school.

No school on Tuesday! Alex is having a really big party at her house Monday night or Tuesday afternoon, I think. Our afternoon classes were cancelled yesterday, because we're going to watch the movies we made for the movie-making contest. There is no doubt about it that the seniors will will first place again. Being a freshman sucks so much.

I think I'm allergic to this bug spray.


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