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Wondering why my high school memories are nothing like my fave teen romantic comedy, 10 Things I Hate About You... I was the less outwardly awful and outspoken version of Cat... My social awkwardness was the HS equivalent of a Scarlet Letter actually... But unlike Ms. Stiles my austrailian accented bad boy with a heart of gold and a face worth just as much never came forth... I know my melancholy, self loathing ass posts are depressing, but I'm sick of not having a kindred spirit of the male persuasion to wax philosophical about nothing with... And the guys that are attracted to me just aren't attractive to me... I wore a low cut top for the first time this entire vacation and it warranted so much attention from the same nobodies I pass on my daily excursions to the supermarket it's insane... I actually got FOLLOWED in the freakin supermarket by a guy who could not take a fucking hint and insisted on giving me his number even though I told him I was NOT going to call...
Call me a snob but cute quirky intellectuals, A.K.A HOT NERDS are my persuasion of the moment idk why I can't seem to find any... I was told by a hot nerd from Jersey (Hey Omar lol) to look in basements, comic book stores and game stores for others but I be damed if they don't seem to exist in the Bronx or Hampton for that matter... If they are here they are hiding like shit... Cute train boys are a tease too, at the most you get to stare inquisitively until his or your stop arrives, then he's gone, most often forever... The internet is no better, all of these perfection personified guys I see just do not exists outside of the cyberworld... And I'll believe this until I see otherwise... I missed Yungs show at the Nuyo on friday so he's still a myth as well... And I work like down the block from there, I'm such a failure, but thats beside the point lol... I think I'm done on the woe is me front for now