Braylon brought over a new girl, and I really like this one. Which, honestly, isn't a good thing, he never dates the ones I like. You know, the ones with personality, pretty, easy to talk to. He keeps around these girls that are like brown blobs of pretty, I mean, they are totally hot, don't get me wrong, but, not much else going on. They're "nice". But, I would shoot myself in the head if someone called me nice. Then he brings over these girls sometimes that are like really pretty, smart, and funny. Like, if I were gay, i would want to totally be their boyfriend. I actually want to continue to hang out with them, and used to try, but, it became a little too odd. So, now, I just am nice enough to them, but, know that the cool girl won't be coming around a lot. But, the lame super hot girl with no personality. I'm gonna have too enjoy her lovely company for the next two to three months.
This girl was so great though, she was really funny, and liked all the same books I liked, and Braylon for that matter. She loved the Simpson's. She liked Hockey, and Braylon loves Hockey, although, when she was talking about it, he seemed non-responsive. I don't get it. She had an awesome knowledge of 90's music, like Blessid Union of Souls, Adina Howard, Coolio, Blackstreet, Dishwalla, Everything but the girl...I mean, Come on...I say keeper! for trivia night alone! But, after she left, he was like, ehhh? So, You wanna go see a movie or something? Like, he was over it already. The girl I thought was the dream girl, he didn't even consider. I just don't get it. I mean, a part of me is happy, but, a part of me is like, if you aren't going to love me, then at least have a killer girlfriend. He's always dated these boring ass girls. Well besides, The girl we do not speak of. Which I assume is why he does the safety dating. Better to be safe than heartbroken.
Maybe that's why I date loser assholes, because, at the end of the day i can say...Well he was an asshole. I'm never going to really get hurt either. Two assholes in an asshole pod. Pot calling kettle asshole. I don't know what I'm saying?
On a side note: I started taking random classes, and I see my teacher every morning go into the bathroom with a Newspaper...he's in there for a really long time. I just don't know why he can't take his morning shit at home? Maybe he has a porn mag wrapped in there and is jacking off before class, like that relaxes him. I mean, he always seems really relaxed. He's a great teacher. I'm just curious.
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