This is Sarah, Alana and I doing versions of "The Birth of Venus" with the purple tablecloth.. (we went to the mornington peninsula on friday.. lovely day)
I realise that Botticelli actually does the tablecloth thing with hair.. and not cloth.. but it sort of seems.. reminiscent.. Anyways. I went out last night. And it was FUN. I do have to add though that i find small talk VERY difficult. I mean i think that may be the problem.. i CANNOT do it.. IN FACT this brings me to an atrocity! LAST NIGHT i was out and this boy, the very same who inspired my post about ANNOYING JEWISH BOYS WITH NO BALLS was like "you remember me - you psychoanalysed me". I was TRULY indignant. I DID not, i told him. I said "I merely introduced myself to you and you hurled a flurry insults back." SO DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE SAID? "We are at a party - don't use the word flurry. It's Saturday night."
OH MY GOD.
NOW I can't SAY what i want? I HAVE TO LIMIT MY VOCAB??
not only do i WAX, shave, pluck, WEAR HEELS, Darken my LASHES, wear PERFUME et-fucking-cetera, BUT NOW i have to start using 'stupid-people' vocab (as i have now dubbed it).
THE NERVE. truly.
I am doomed. it's fucking depressing.
note: i have taken up swearing as a hobby
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that is so true. what do guys expect from us? to dumb down so that their ego may be raised just that one extra inch? (and that's not what counts anyway!) fucking assholes.
and when we do seem 'too intelligent' they become intimidated and run home frightened to their mummies and never call you again.
just look at reese and ryan. he couldn't cope with her successes, became surly and the jealousy made their relationship unbearable.
(i CANNOT believe i am analysing a hollywood couple's marital problems. jesus.)
i like swearing as a hobby too. it passes the time. and the words are lovely to say and hear. just think about that.
hear hear!!!
Oh, that's when I normally say (feigning great shock and shame), "I'm SO sorry, I didn't realise you were retarded. Should I speak slowly for you?"
And then I turn on my waxed, polished, buffed, heeled legs and WALK AWAY.
the venus photo shoot killed me!
but, back to the main topic of conversation. boys. shifty lot, actually. pharaoh had the right idea about throwing all those males into the river. didn't do shit really.
but if people be trying to box me in, i just think about it as a creative moment.
"an arts degree, what can you do with that?"
"actually, i've just enrolled in the nasa astronaught program. only the top 3 students from arts in australia get accepted."
"i never knew...."
make him a vocab list for the next time you see him. give it to him and tell him that you'll test him next time.....
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