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Clubs Suck 2000-06-29::03:54:49 I hate clubs. They really are not the ideal places for girls with low self-esteem to go to. I can't stand boys in clubs. They are all drunk, sweaty, and smelly. I hate music in clubs, well at least in the clubs I can get into around here. The place I went tonight has the best mix I have found, and it isn't even that great- certainly not what I would pick if I was the dj, but better than most clubs around here. Why do I go to these places? Tonight I was actually looking forward to going. I haven't danced in a while, and for some reason I thought I would be able to dance there. What was I thinking? The dance floor was so crowded I couldn't move a muscle, and when we finally got somewhere away from the crowd, I was too self-conscious to bust a move. Oh, and to make matters worse, I saw some drunk boy there who reminded me of my old psych instructor I had a crush on this year. So, needless to say, I kept my eyes on him all night even though he was gross and all over every girl in the place. Oh, I also saw something that almost made me vomit. I saw some girl giving head to this guy on the dance floor. What kind of a girl would do that? Has she no shame? It was the most disgusting thing I have ever seen in my life. So, what I had hoped would be a fun night turned out to just be a reminder of why I hate the majority of kids my age. Not only that, but I can't stop thinking about the psych instructor I thought I was over, and I am even considering e-mailing him tomorrow to try to open up the lines of communication between us again. I really am a pathetic girl sometimes. |
