Weekend!!!
I seem to keep making friends with people who are at least 6 to 13 years older then me. So when I talk to these people and I feel that we are on the same intellectial level do you think it's because I'm quite mature for my age, or that these people are immature?
Alright brief synopsis of the weekend:
Thursday: Tim, Sasha, Christina and myself go to see Undead. Fun and zombies were had by all. We go out for drinks after.
Friday: Jenny and I go to a party. While i'm waiting for her in the wellesly station I run into a stripper friend on her way to work. She tells me she slept with a paraplegic. Discussion insues of whether or not a Trannie trumps a paraplegic. Trannie wins because of little hormone induced a-cups. Also While I'm waiting I see these three girls stareing at me and pointing at me. They don't stop stareing at me and they start to freak me out. I left wellsley station to go to the liquor store before it closed at 9pm. As I walked away from the station, I glance over and see the three girls stare at me through the station window. I decide if they are still there when I get back I'm gonna be all "yo! biznitches! You got some sort of staring problem?!?!" but the left before I got back. Jenny shows up and we walk to the party, while I tell her about the creepy staring women. We get to the party, and one woman turns to me and said "Hey! We saw you in the subway!" o_O "YOU WERE THE ONES STARING AT ME!!!!" It was all funny in the end. They thought they were being subtle about looking at me and they thought I was beautiful, and were amayzed by my ability to walk in high heels. Other things that happend at the party. A man showed up who looked like Colm Feore with a teeny bit of Viggo Mortensen thrown in. I wanted to stare at his face for hours, measuring and mathimaticaly graphing the amayzing angles of his nose and cheek bones. But he left early on in the party. Poop. But I told the party host to make sure to invite me and him to his next party. Then Jenny and I went to Buddies, and started joking about "Cack" and how we "don't like Cack herre!" except I felt like a jerk when the bartender overheard.
Saturday: I went to the Bovine on Saturday and hung out with Sasha. We had a nice evening, went to the Booze can afterwards, and well... I wrote a little bit about it in my Livejournal.
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