"And there was no way he was going to let another man's bastard child call him father!"

It's 10 a.m. and i've already gone to the library, gotten gas, sorted out my finances with school, and eaten breakfast. Darcy is coming over at 12 and I get to see Josh today. Yay!

I am so sick of the people in my Shakespeare group being mean to me. Namely, a girl named "Karen". In all honesty, i've never encountered such a self centered, ignorant girl. I'm serious, why do you think I care that you like to "back it up" at bars? Or that you're ex-boyfriend still likes you? And no, I don't want to put your pants in your bookbag for you, thanks. Erin thinks I should just tell her that she's a bitch. E.g.: "This has been bothereing me all semester, why are you a bitch?" but I figure that's kinda mean. Instead, I would like to question something that has given me equal angst since I met her: "Why do you insist on matching your eyeshadow color to your shirt color, don't you realize you look stupid?". Yesterday they all passed around invitations about a bbq they're having this weekend--needless to say, i'm not invited.

You know what's kinda unsettling? Credit cards. Today I was filling my car with gas and half way through, realized that I couldn't pay outside with my Dad's credit card like I usually. So obviously i'm feeling somewhat angsty about having to pay under the name of "Larry" but really, there's nothing I can do. So I go inside and hand the lady my dad's Toronto Raptors credit card that is about as discreet as that bitch thinking her lime eyeshadow and shirt combo is subtle. Anyways, the lady stares at the card and claims that the card is so "awesome" and "unique" (she had fire engine red hair. True individual) then she's like "But you're not Larry", and I just reply "No, i'm certainly not Larry"
"Oh, well that's okay"
"Thanks"
*Terrible emulation of my father's signiture*
"Bye, love that card!"
"bye, thanks"

So Yea, totally uncomforting that any 50 year old man could take my Visa and go get gas

YEa! The maintenance guys just arrived to replace our closet door (Erin broke it).

So last night I went to the Economy Shoe Shop with Erin, Nathan and A.J. I got a club wrap sandwhich and starting my period half an hour later. Maybe the myths are true, the consumption of meat increases horomones and subsequently, makes you bleed our your v more quickly. Anyways, that place is so unbelieveably skeezy, it's unbelieveable. I didn't think that girls my age (who actually have some definate good looks) spent time flirting with 50+ men. I like how that bar is supossed to be classy but really it's just cougars and old man panty removers. As I was leaving, one of the Disco Dad types (who was, of course, flirting with a girl who looked about 17) gets right in my face and says "You have a goooood night" only he suggestively drawled out the word "good" and when doing so did this creepy eye undress thing. The only thing worse than letting yourself be picked up by a disco dad would be watching him try and pick up another girl when you're right there. The girls wanted to go to the dome, and for once in my life, I thought it would be a good thing for them. I'd rather have my ass gropped than be the subject of a 40 year old's wet dreams for the next four years.

Sorry, that bar is just creeeepy. And it looks pretty, which makes it even more deceiving.

I have so much work to do I feel like I could barf. But I don't believe it will stop me from going to The Constantines and drinking til i fall a lot.