Stupid Girls.

Sometimes I wonder what my deal is. Why in the world is it so
impossible to get out of bed lately. I can get out of bed for work or
for super, fun, and exciting things but not for this stupid class I
have on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I mean, it is fifty minutes
of insults to my intellect. And it is a class that includes a lesson
about "how to use a library". I suppose it isn't the most stimulating
way to spend the time between 9:05AM and 9:55AM but it could be a lot
worse. For whatever reason when the alarm goes off at 7:30AM my brain
makes up millions of reasons why I should not go and my brain happens
to be very convincing in the early hours when I am all warm and happy
between my covers.

I told this dude at work about this problem and he is convinced I am
depressed. Since when did an accounting degree get you a license to
practice psychology? I love my life, we all know this. I am
ridiculously and unreasonably happy 97% of the time.

The other 3% of the time comes when for example I am out with the boy
and the friends and we are drunk and happy and this girl, who claims
to be friends with the boy and has been calling him all night, gets
all super friendly. I am like whatever. Drunk girls are highly
entertaining and besides, she isn't pretty at all. Moments later I go
to the bathroom only to come back to this girl sitting on the boy
whispering in his ear. I flash them a fake smile and raise my eyebrow
like The Rock. She promptly left and never came back.

I was not mad, just irritated. Though, I think I would have felt
differently if she had been more attractive than me. But, I have no
right to be angry because I stake no claim on this boy and besides, I
have never been the psycho, jealous type. What was the point of that?,
oh yes, things like that incident comprise the 3% of the time I spend
unhappy.