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Youth today....
Jun. 14th, 2004 08:53 amNow.
I believe in giving people fair chances. But when I get dicked around for no reason other than cowardess, I get angry.
So I made a new friend. This 18 year old kid from Vallejo. His name is Thomas.
We hung out for a bit on friday. Me, him, and his friends.. All roughly around the same age.
It made me realise that are good 18 year olds and bad 18 year olds.
These were the bad 18 year olds.
The kind fresh out of highschool. Where everything is " gay ".. " That's so gay. " " You're so gay. " " Dood, look, my hotdog looks like a dick. You should suck it cuz you're gay. " " Oh my god, there's a fag in here. " " Dood, so I called her boyfriend a nigger and she liked started crying. She's so dumb. " etc.
Their idea of a good time is spending time at the mall wandering and sitting in front of 7-11 and talking shit about people coming in and out of the store.
Thomas was slightly more mature than they were so I stuck around. But he of course was letting his friends do most of the talking. Great.
We had made plans to hang out on sunday and just spend time going to a movie or something, without his friends.
Loren had to go to So Cal for the weekend do to a funeral so I had to cancel my plans and made plans to hang out with Thomas.
Thomas flaked.
Didn't even have the balls to call me and tell me he didn't want to hang out.
I know he's avoiding me because he deleted himself from my contact list on the website we met on.
I don't care that he did that. He wasn't all that exciting anyway.
What bothers me is the fact that he didn't ever bother to call and tell me we weren't hanging out. I had other plans I could have easily made. But no.
Fuckers.
My weekend was slightly dull.
Saturday was my first improv show.
Next week is another improv show.
Ya'll should come.
:)
I believe in giving people fair chances. But when I get dicked around for no reason other than cowardess, I get angry.
So I made a new friend. This 18 year old kid from Vallejo. His name is Thomas.
We hung out for a bit on friday. Me, him, and his friends.. All roughly around the same age.
It made me realise that are good 18 year olds and bad 18 year olds.
These were the bad 18 year olds.
The kind fresh out of highschool. Where everything is " gay ".. " That's so gay. " " You're so gay. " " Dood, look, my hotdog looks like a dick. You should suck it cuz you're gay. " " Oh my god, there's a fag in here. " " Dood, so I called her boyfriend a nigger and she liked started crying. She's so dumb. " etc.
Their idea of a good time is spending time at the mall wandering and sitting in front of 7-11 and talking shit about people coming in and out of the store.
Thomas was slightly more mature than they were so I stuck around. But he of course was letting his friends do most of the talking. Great.
We had made plans to hang out on sunday and just spend time going to a movie or something, without his friends.
Loren had to go to So Cal for the weekend do to a funeral so I had to cancel my plans and made plans to hang out with Thomas.
Thomas flaked.
Didn't even have the balls to call me and tell me he didn't want to hang out.
I know he's avoiding me because he deleted himself from my contact list on the website we met on.
I don't care that he did that. He wasn't all that exciting anyway.
What bothers me is the fact that he didn't ever bother to call and tell me we weren't hanging out. I had other plans I could have easily made. But no.
Fuckers.
My weekend was slightly dull.
Saturday was my first improv show.
Next week is another improv show.
Ya'll should come.
:)
