9.14.2002
 
Typing this up in a rather ackward position: my legs are curled up to my chest and I'm balancing the keyboard on my knees. Right.

The banquet really turned out to be a dinner that I really didn't feel the need to go to. Or it could be the two hours of standing that I did. Blech.

To keep myself entertained I eye-fucked half of the cute guys there. Only one thing kept me from eyeing the other half, if it wasn't practically statutory rape. Middle school boys are NOT suppose to look that old. Or that hot. Anyways, most of the cute ones were older and taken. Tch.

While standing at my spot, I witnessed a total of six weddings. The first one had this cute white bride and filipino groom taking shots with the littler ring bearers, coin bearers, and flowergirls. It was exceedingly cute and mushy and made me want to have a ceremony like marriage just so I could do cutetsy things at my reception... Then the other five weddings occured (and showed the bride's/groom's impeccable taste in... an unfavorable mate). None of them were quite as cute as the first one, and that more or less cemented me into my no-thankyou position.

Mr. J, your cover is blown! I repeat, your cover is blown! Return to fairie headquarters immediately.

... either that or he really does define metrosexuallity.

Tired and time for Inu Yasha. Night.

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