V day angst

I'm so terrible at blogs...

So, anywho, Happy Singles Awareness Day, which was once the feast day of some saint or other, starts with a V... I assume the saint was gay, since the holiday includes lots of pink, flowers, mushy things, and kisses. Very unmasculine. So happy gay saint day! (Don't cha just love my logic? )

Speaking of gay... I had this long disscussion in Creative Writing class with Beck and Abby about life, angst, gayness, relationships... well, it happens everyday. And I'm trying not to feel sorry for myself about the fact that I don't have a boyfriend OR girlfriend. I've never been asked. EVER. (Okay, I lied. Some really annoying guy I met at camp has hit on me. He tried to get me to read some encylopedia of heavy metal, and he smelled bad. guys do. But he doesn't count.) Do I have this sign on my forehead that says "I'M NOT INTERESTED", or am I just that unattractive? I don't think I'm bad looking, really. So I have concluded it must be my personality. Nobody wants me. No-frickin-body. I kind of expected to at least get an offer in high school. I was even hoping for it to be a girl so I could 'experiement' (*coughplaywithboobiescough*).... But nothing. nothin nothing nothing. All the interesting people are taken, of course, and nobody really knows me that well yet, so I don't get invited to things... I mean, they make an effort, I'm sure, but I just feel so left out of the loop sometimes. *sigh*

Okay, I'll stop angsting now. really. And if you're wondering about the date, this was written on the 14th, but posted on the... 16th. Bye chicas. -M