So, today one of my friends came up to me and told me some interesting news. (Quick note: French Class Girl does indeed know him, so it's not like he was a total creepo or anything.)
Him: A bunch of girls were playing with FCG's hair, so I went up and touched a piece to see what all the fuss was about.
Him: It felt AMAZING!
Him: She was loving it when the girls were doing it and seemed to enjoy it a little less when I did it. She asked them to do it harder. It sounded like she was having sex or something.
Me: Well, of course!
Him: I think you should go up to her and touch it today.
Me: NO! SHE'D LOVE THAT!
Him: But it feels amazing! Really, really amazing!
Well, in French class today, FCG asked me if her hair looked okay. I was sitting like, right next to her, so, uh... I... I'm really ashamed to admit this, but I, um, at my friend's request, I kind of... touched a piece. YES, I, SUPER DUCK, TOUCHED FRENCH CLASS GIRL'S HAIR FOR TWO WHOLE SECONDS! I am so ashamed. Soooo ashamed. And my friend was right; it didn't feel bad at all! UGH!
Oh, our freakazoid has made progress! She went from "I HATE ALL GAYS!" last week to "I guess I can kind of see why two really pretty girls would want to date each other" today! Ooooh~! She also told me all about her "98% lesbian friend." I can't help but wonder if she is actually referring to herself. Of course, I'd think she was more like 112% lesbian, but a 98 is still an A, you know? She also told me about the kind of girl she'd be attracted to if she was "gonna be gay." Quite unfortunately, I fit the criteria fairly well. Why? Just why? She made me come over to her and listen to this. Is this her way of saying she's attracted to me or something? She has called me cute before... OH NO! NO! NO! NOOOO! When I said I wanted girls to like me, I did NOT mean HER!
I got a bonus point and a smiley face on my history homework. Holy shit. I got a 6 out of 5! I never get full credit on anything in that class, let alone extra credit! I am going to frame that freaking piece of paper! Hahaha! Seriously, the homework is like, impossible. Oh, my mom freaked out on me today because I abused the word "like." I apparently said it 6 times in one sentence. I was not aware that I had this problem.
HOLY SHIT! I just realized my birthday is in like, two weeks. I reeeeeally wish I hadn't waited a little while to get my permit; it would be nice to be able to get my actual driver's license on my birthday. At least I already have my car, though! I really don't want anything for my birthday. I already got my present. It was that car. Unfortunately, my grandmother does not understand this and keeps straight-up nagging me to think of something I want. The only thing I don't have that I want is a girlfriend, and I don't think she can buy me that. Well, I guess she could buy me a prostitute, but that would be soooo awkward to ask for! She does this to me every year at my birthday and Christmas, and there hasn't been much I've wanted since I was 12 or so. It annoys me so much. The fact that my birthday and Christmas are only a little less than 2 months apart makes it even worse. I know she just wants to help, but "I don't want anything" means "I don't want anything!" Last year she actually said, "If you don't give me any ideas, I WILL go to Walmart and buy you some $5 junk I know you'll hate just for the sake of buying something."
Anyway, I'm about go to out to eat with my grandma. Apparently my grandpa is being a whiny asshole, and she is displeased. I'm sure she'll be in an... interesting... mood.