The Asshole Gene is on the Y Chromosome 6/6/2001
I think I got into a fight with almost every single one of my male friends today. It started out ok...Kala, Panama, and Mike C. were all chilling out at my locker this morning with me. My free first period was a little strange. I was listening to a girl at a nearby table tell one of her friends that she moved out of her house and into a one bedroom apartment with six people living there. Two of the boys that live there took an impulsive trip to Maryland and brought back two random girls who have been living there for the past two weeks. (???!!!) Then, she was saying how she got woken up at five a.m. in the morning by one of the boys because he wanted to go food shopping. Then she was talking about all of the weird home videos they make when they get high/drunk. There was more to the conversation, but it's not worth typing because it is so mind boggling. It's amazing how people have such different lives than me...
Anyway, this was not supposed to be the topic of this diary. The topic is that boys are stupid. It's a widely known fact, but I figured I'd just repeat it for the hell of it. In second period we were all just chilling out and talking about our prospective colleges. Batman went to visit Penn State this weekend for orientation. I'm pissed that Syracuse doesn't have an orientation in July; they have one in August, four days before I start class. I'd rather spend a weekend up there and meet other prospective freshmen than sit at home and send in my course selection sheet. Ah well...anyway...
We got into the topic of biology majors vs. physical education majors. A few weeks ago, my gym teacher told me, "You know ARTIST, don't think that you're better than anyone just because you're going to be a biology major. Phys ed majors have to take the same exact classes as the premed students; we're just a step lower." Um, no. That's like saying that the people in the mailroom of Microsoft do as much work as the CEO. Apparently, when I was expressing my views in second period today, I found out that Fred's older brother was a physical education major. (oops.) So of course, everyone starts ganging up on me. Fred says, "Well, they do take the same classes. Look on the requirements for both majors and see for yourself." I already did actually. My mother and I had this same conversation a few weeks ago when I got the course description booklet. Let me tell you, other than Biology 101, none of the classes were the same. Batman took Fred's side by saying, "Do you know how many stupid people are in the medical program at Penn State? Besides, being a physical education major is very hard...you have to take all sorts of calculus classes and science classes. Being a biology major is the same thing." ARRRGGH. It is not!!! So we spent the rest of the period arguing.
Fred pisses me off most of all out of my friends. He thinks he's always right and he's so damn arrogant. I honestly don't know why we're even friends. My brother John, who can be quite intuitive for his age, believes that Fred and my friends tend to use me. (EX- Silver Slippers and Puffy Dresses entry.) I mean, I'm always the last to be invited to go somewhere with them, if I even get invited at all. Yet when it comes to things like birthday parties and graduation parties, I'm always invited because it involves a gift for them. I'm not saying all of my friends are like this, but a large chunk of them are. Oh, and I'm never right. It must be so boring for Fred...I mean, to be right all of the time must get old pretty quickly.
In calculus I was chilling out with Sara. We don't even pay attention any more, we gave up awhile ago. I'll miss her.
In gym I was fighting with MJ. He used to be cool, but I guess the asshole gene located on the Y chromosome must've been activated today. Me and my friend Bernadette were having a very interesting discussion about male gynocologists vs. female gynocologists. MJ came over, so I made a motion with my hand to Bernadette so she would know to end the conversation. She continued talking so I said, "Bernadette--boy (pointing to MJ.) Nix the conversation." I don't know how MJ came up with this, but he asked loudly, "What?! You became a dyke?" I don't think I've been that angry and embarrassed since the beginning of the year. I gave a really cheap comeback by saying, "Yeah, my new g/f knows your gay lover, Bubba." I hate gay bashing and have no idea why I said that. So MJ gives me the once over and says,"Yeah you definitely look the part of a dyke," and walks away. By this time, half of my friends and everyone else nearby was laughing at me. He later admitted that he was just joking and that I needed to "chill out."
Did I mention that I hate boys and that they're stupid? Later he says, "You know, there's this bisexual girl in my BOCES program and you're just her type." So naturally I ask, "What type am I?" (Note to self--never ask MJ this question again.) He replies, "Short, dark hair, brown eyes (dammit they're yellow green, not brown) and big tits..." He stopped in mid sentence. I think he even surprised himself with that last description. I just kind of stopped walking and gaped at him. First of all, why is he looking at them??? From what I've seen, he definitely has a thing with flat chested girls. Second, how low class can you get by announcing something like that in the middle of gym??? He is definitely not my type...All I said was "I can't believe you just said that." He replied, "I can't either, that's why I stopped myself." (No you didn't, you said it and then stopped). I think I'm destined to be in embarrassing siutations...
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