[Killer Queen]
...guaranteed to blow your mind!So will somebody explain to me...
2007-02-07
...how people can be SO FUCKING RUDE???
I was talking to my friend this morning--he's a tall guy, about 6'4"--when this kid (he's about 11 years old) approached my friend and stared at him. My friend just stood there uncomfortably and said, "Um...is there something you need?" The kid said, "You're really really tall." My friend, slightly pissed off but more exasperated, said, "Um, yeah. I am." The kid asked, "Why are you so tall?" My friend sighed and replied, "Dunno. Tallness doesn't really run in my family, actually. It's a mystery." The kid said, "How tall are you?" "I'm 6'4"," my friend replied. The kid was silent for a moment, then said, "You're too tall," and walked off.
My friend then turned to me (who is humbled at a full foot shorter than he) and said, "You know, Zoë, I'm getting a little tired of the same line of questions, here. Always, always, it's 'How tall are you?' 'Why are you so tall?' etcetera, etcetera. It's sickening." "Mmm, I can't say I blame you," I said, with a sigh. "And I apologize for that kid's behavior. He's an idiot." He laughed. "It would seem that way. Just consider yourself lucky that you are neither too tall nor too short." "Yeah, it's one less thing for people to pick on me over." I replied.
But it's really just ridiculous! I mean, I don't hjear people picking on other people for such things as their hair being red--oh, wait, scratch that. When I dyed my hair red, people called me carrot-top for about a month, and some idiots still do. But still--how many people are picked on for having curly hair, green eyes or what have you? Height is just another physical feature that kinda can't be helped! Morons.
♥ KQOy gevalt (part 2)
2007-02-03
...the fucking Volvo known as the Yellow Submarine of Terrors broke down. I didn't leave school until about 5:20!!!! AUGH!!!
And someone was so rude to my dad: They stopped, rolled down their window and said, "Couldn't have happened to someone nicer, you fucking commie." This was based entirely on our bumper stickers, which said things such as, "Give Peace A Chance" and "Jail To The Chief". My father completely lost it and screamed, "FUCK YOU BITCH!!!!!!"
Good daddy.
♥KQ
Oy gevalt.
2007-02-02
What a day! It's Friday, or, more importantly, the one Friday after an excruciatingly long week that I'd dearly love to get home early from (early being around 4 for me, unfortunately--my dad usually doesn't pick me up till about 4:45). All of my friends were either insane or completely out of it--a conversation went as follows:
Me: So, how has your week be--
Random Kid#1: Hey! Are you going to see the Full Monty?
Friend: Um, I've got a bass lesson from4 till 5--OH! THE PLAY! yeah, sure, I'll go.
Me: I might. Anyway, so, how was yo--
Random Kid #2: Wow! Whose lipstick is this?
Me: Mine. Give it back.
Friend: Didn't anyone ever teach you not to mess with things that aren't yours?
Random Kids #2, #3, and #4: Nope.
Friend: Well, you might want to learn that skill.
Random Kid #2: But it's all greeeeeeennnnn and shiiiiinnnnnyyyyy!
Friend: I don't care if it's green with purple polka dots. Give it back to her.
Random Kid #2: *sigh* But it's all peachy on the inside.
Friend (with fatigue): Give it back.
Random Kid #2: Fine.
And how are all of you?
♥KQ
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