obsidianblaq's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- yea thats right... how the hell do guys figure they have the right to question why there's lesbians in this world? take a good look at yourself and you'll figure it out there, buddy. guys suck. they hurt. they're manipulative. they screw with our heads. evil, i tell you, evil. and as much as i'm not impressed with the second half of the population, i still let them tear me to pieces. am i just a sucker for punishment or what. seriously, i think one of the main reasons women decide to become a lesbian is because they've had so many bad experiences with guys messing with their worlds that they just give up. and i don't blame them. i love all my girlfriends to death. i don't know what i would do without them there to listen to me mutter about the guys that stamp themselves on my heart. i'd be lost without them. thank you so much to everyone who's been there for me! speaking of being a lesbian. i suppose if you didn't know me and you walked into my room you might believe i was one. a good percentage of the pictures on my walls feature half naked sexy women. hey, what can i say. i think the female figure is absolutely gorgeous! i've had many conversations with guys about other girls. discussing the movie swordfish with ian one night we were both talking about how gorgeous halle berry is topless. i will honestly state my opinion on the human figure of another woman. it's always funny when some guy's talking about a girl across the caf and i stop into the conversation with a comment such as 'yea... she's hot.' for the record, i am not a lesbian. as awkward as guys can look there are those few who i find downright sexy. but... the vice principal of the catholic school across town thinks i'm of a different sexual orientation than i should be. (not that theres anything wrong with it) i walk into the school and as i'm walking past a classroom he steps out. being friendly, i say hello and continue on my way, but he stops me. the foloowing conversation went like this: "um, what school do you go to, exactly?" "CPHS sir" "and why are you here all the time?" "because i have more friends here than at my own school and i would rather spend my lunch here." "i see. and what is there between you and cheryl mcloed? is there anything more than friendship happening there?" (blink on my part) "sir she's been my best friend since grade six" "i see. i'd like to ask you to refrain from any lovey dovey-ness in the halls - i discourage couples all the time.." "am i not allowed to hold my best friends hand, sir?" "i have nothing against hand holding but kissing is not acceptable in the school - not that i'm saying you have been..." "all right then sir." "are we understood?" "yep." "now go sign in" "of course." oh it was BRILLIANT! so i get to the caf, lean over cheryl's shoulder, say "and i quote..." and repeat the conversation. ended up repeating it about 8 times to various people. by the end of the lunch hour everyone was thouroughly impressed with me and i was laughing non stop. mel told me i was her idol. fata thought it was just bloody brilliant. oh man... it definitely an improvement after this morning. and with that i'll leave you for the night... have a good one. 6:07 p.m. - 2004-05-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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