Monday, September 05, 2005
I bother myself sometimes

Me and Hayan were heading for the caf and while we were passing through a flight of narrow stairs, this guy's lumpy bag rammed into my elbow. After a few seconds it occurred to me to say ouch, more to myself than to anyone really. In retrospect, it sounded really bitchy of me and I rather regret saying it at all. The guy promptly uttered an apology, making me feel even worse. I ended up sounding like one of those whiny, overbearing bitches. St. Paul was a haven for these spoiled brats. I'm reminded of this one instance where I accidentally stepped on this girl's skirt (or something to that effect) - I don't think she heard me say sorry; the next thing I know she's flashing me this surly look which clearly read, apologize to me. When I ignored the obvious hint, she followed this up with a biting "Sorry, ha."

People like that bother me immensely. And for the record, I am not like that.

On a funnier note, we had a cross-dressing extravaganza for Lit class. It's highly entertaining to watch men don skirts and um... improvised breast implants. I still say Justin should've won Ms. M03. Ah well, I suppose Mok shall do us proud.

Girly girls and manly men, Manly girls and girly men.

I have a new obsession - Yogurt Jelly, or Frugurts. I particularly like the strawberry, peach and orange ones. Must resist temptation. Must not finish my stash.
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Ah, what the hell.
Thus spake Irish || 4:35 PM || 2 comments