Women and Their Water Bottles

Disclaimer: This post is from the archives, and may not represent the current views of the author. It also may not be at all interesting to read. Continue at your own peril!

Another day, another blog. I think I’ve probably used that line before, but I don’t care. Today was a very emotional day for me. I laughed, I cried – it really moved me. Well okay, not really. It was actually quite a regular day. I got water poured on my head for quite a funny reason. Allow me to explain.

I was sitting at the big table at lunchtime, calmly and quietly eating my lunch (or something like that). Then Lana and Steph were reminded of this funny thing I used to do where I talk in a low voice and then clear my throat and start talking in a really high voice, or the other way around as well. So they wanted me to do it. They started begging with me and I refused to, because that’s just the way I am. It’s so much better when it’s just out of nowhere. So Steph came around the table with her water bottle and threatened to pour water on my head if I didn’t do it. I knew she’d never do that, so I still refused. I forget why, but she poured a bit of water on Zac, who was sitting beside me. He started getting all sarcastic and was like, “Oh no! The water’s going to kill me!” Then he started talking about how Steph killed him by just being there, the stench being so strong. He got a bit more water poured on him, and then I was just like, “Yeah, the stench will kill you if the looks don’t first.” Needless to say, I got water dumped all over me. And it was definitely worth it.

That was pretty much the highlight of the day. Steph’s been acting a little strange lately, and I’m suspecting it’s either that time of the month or she likes me – I’ve never been able to read her that well, though. I know Holly likes me, and it’s quite annoying because I really have no interest in her at all. I mean, she’s a nice girl and everything, just not what I’m looking for. Steph, meanwhile, is showing the same symptoms, but I’ve tried to read her and been wrong before. With some girls, it’s just obvious – like Holly. Other girls hide it much better, mainly because they flirt with everyone anyways so you can never really tell if they’re giving you special attention or if you just happen to be around her more. Stupid politics, or maybe I should say stupid women. I wish they were more blunt and straight-forward, instead of doing all these crazy mind games they so seem to enjoy. Whatever. I could go just as easily without talking to or seeing another girl for a while as I could if things stayed the same. I really could care less; I’ve got way too much stuff on my mind that I need to sort through before trying to comprehend a female mind. That could take years.

So that’s pretty much all I have to say. I’ve got to work tonight 5-10:15, which should be fun with Rori and Larissa. Rori’s pretty cool, but he hasn’t worked much because he’s had a broken arm, so he’s a little out of practice. Larissa’s still fairly new. She’s got the hang of most of the stuff, but now she just has to work on speeding it up. At any rate, I’m not too worried about tonight since we have four people there for most of the night and an another hour that we’re open in order to get everything done. As long as it’s not really busy, everything should be fine.

Anyways, now I’m really done. For good. I mean, I could go on, but I won’t. I know I said I was finished talking in the paragraph above this one, but now I really mean it. I have nothing more to say in this post, so I will stop talking and end it. Alright? Good. I’m glad we’re in agreement. I would hate to go against your wishes if you were wanting me to shut up or anything. I mean, I’m not that sort of person, you know? It’s like when someone just keeps rambling on about nothing and you wish they’d just shut up, but you don’t want to tell them that or they don’t even let you talk to them; it gets so annoying. Or when people keep writing on their blog endlessly even when they have nothing important to say…Okay, okay, I’m really done now. Finissimo.

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