So… There was a party here earlier in the week. I was tired and I was trying to sleep but they were making so much noise that I had to go in and ask them to turn the music down. So I walked into my own livingroom, where these people were, and I got a snotty “Who are you?” when I walked in. In my own home.

So anyways, I took note of who said it. Went back to bed. Turning the electricity off at the mains as revenge would have been obvious. So I went to bed, and waited until morning. Lo and behold, the “Who are you?” girl left her handbag. It was lying there, half open, a carton of cigarettes poking out, on the floor. I was dressed, going to the kitchen to make breakfast. I refrained from turning the electricity off at the mains the previous night. Revenge was on my mind. I did it because I felt like it… I kicked her handbag across the room. Really hard. Her carton of cigarettes fell out, I walked over and stepped on them. Making sure to stand on her handbag as I did. And jacket.

Two wrongs don’t make a right, but she shouldn’t have left her stuff on the livingroom floor.

And yes, Christianity, my first class ticket to Hell, but she was the rude one.

And I hate girls who are sarcastic to me or snotty when I haven’t even acknowledged they’re in the room yet. I actually didn’t even look at the girl’s face, I dunno who she was. I only heard her. If she said, “Hi! Sorry for shouting in your hallway like an animal and having the music up and talking about you when you leave the room and being a troublesome guest.” I probably would have liked her.

Plus… she was one of those girls who hangs around guys. E.g. 7 guys to a room and she’s the only female and likes it/prefers it that way. Really dislike that breed of female, they’re unnecessarily territorial, they claim every guy as their “best friend” and win sympathy with the same old shit: “I don’t have any girl friends. Other girls just don’t like me. I get on better with guys…” You see them all the time.  And they’re not tomboys either. Whatever the tomboy was, the stereotype has evolved since. They know the game and what’s attractive and what isn’t.

In other news, I was cool today. I passed Mr Unrequinted Bullshit Pattern himself. Was walking past him, a girl was talking to him, as I walked past, he looked away from said girl and looked right at me and I looked at him and gave him this half-smile-but-more-in-the-eyes-but-not-bitchy “Yeah, get a good look what you coulda had!” look on my way to the elevators. Hehehe…But it all went downhill as usual and I reverted back to my usual self: I went to the bathroom a little while later and while I was drying my hands at the dryer a piece of paper fell out of my pocket, I bent down, picked it up and as I stood up I hit my head on the handdryer >__<

Very sore =(