I hate men.

For the second time since coming to school guys have approached me trying to sell me magazines. This time I was approached by two in 5 minutes. Not cool.

The first one starts his spiel by asking if he could marry me and when I said he couldn't he asked why and I said I was gay. He then said he was, too...but proceeded to flirt with me so blatantly (not quite Brad quality) and telling disgusting straight man jokes that he couldn't possibly have been gay. The second guy was even worse. First, he comes into the little ATM booth with me (there's an ATM on the outside of the building across the street from me, and it's enclosed by a windowed booth), tells disgusting jokes, and when I say that I don't have the money to buy his magazines he tries to grab my ATM slip that has my balance on it! I proceded to verbally humiliate him. If only we'd been outside where people could have heard me, lol.

In other news...it be talk like a pirate today! I haven't been speakin' like a pirate all day, but I be dressed like a pirate we all be lovin'. Got me an aqua scarf on me 'ead with a braid, and I be wearing my chain an' bottle cap belt like it be me plunder. An' I been talkin' with the land lubbers on-line like a pirate, so that counts. Savvy?

Laundry be frustratin' me, since some bloody lubbers can't take their booty out o' the dryers in time. I dumped one load on a table after waitin' 45 minutes for a dryer.

An' finally, they decided not to be puttin' me in Close Up. ~sigh~ But there be next year, when I either am not in the mainstage show or I have a bigger part so I don't be mindin' havin' all me time taken up with the show.

Arr.

--Angela

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