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Chubby Girls and Clubs Don't Mix 2000-07-10::01:48:16 Ugh, I stink. Tonight we went back to the same club we went to last Sunday, and whereas I had a good time last Sunday, I had a horrible time tonight. Maybe it was because I just wasn't in a club mood. Maybe it was because they were playing all this rap shit I have never heard. Maybe it was because 95% of the population disgusts me. Maybe it was because I am a chubby, cynical, lonely girl. I have said it before, and I will say it again- clubs are no place for girls with zero self-esteem. Ugh, I don't know why I even bothered to take a shower, get dressed up, put on make-up, etc. We were only there for 2 hours or so, and I barely danced. Now my hair smells like cigarette smoke, my clothes are all stinky and sweaty, and my feet hurt from standing around. I should have just stayed home and watched TV and studied for my quiz like I wanted to. But instead I let Wayne talk me into going out. Oh, by the way, to further add to my depression, my psych instructor hasn't written back. He said in his last e-mail, and I quote, "it was good to hear from you and if you want to sit down and chat sometime about the project or psychology in general or whatever, say so." So, I wrote him an e-mail in response doing just that- asking him if he wanted to get together and chat. That was Wednesday. It is now Sunday night/ Monday morning, and no word from him. Oh well, enough of my whining now. |
