Friday, October 31, 2008

Calla's Sixteenth Post

So, tell me why at a gay club I get hit on twice and Leo only gets a semi-stalker? Tabby said "because if you're straight at a gay club, you have so few options but if you're gay you have a lot of options." OK, but tell me why a straight guy is at a gay club? Perhaps bi? And tell me why a guy, bi or straight thinks a girl who went to a gay club went there to meet someone? Now, that's just brain-deadness. And that is really all I have to say about that.

Since today it is Halloween, and yesterday it was about to be Halloween, some people were dressed up yesterday. At the club I saw two people in "Wildcats" shirts with the number 14 on the back and High School Musical 3 above the number. One of them was wearing a hat like Ryan always wears, so clearly he was supposed to be Ryan. The other one was wearing one of those headbands people wear when they sweat a lot. So, I'm hoping he was Chad and these people realized that Ryan and Chad are honestly gay together. (Don't tell me you didn't realize 'I don't dance' was gay innuendo.) (Chad is still in the closet because he hasn't overcome the stereotype that jocks must be heterosexual, despite the heartfelt song 'we're all in this together.')

(these are my wildcats)

I didn't see HSM 3 because it's in the movie theaters and I'm not going to pay to go see a Disney Movie, especially when I don't have any children with me. (Then there is embarrassment on 2 levels. It looks like you have no morals and you are a loser. . . and I am a loser, but I do have morals.) So yeah, I am a little sad that it was not on TV, but I think I will see it one day. Probably after it is on video and I am in Arizona Callista will have it and I will watch it. Leo saw it though. Now he has the songs on his iPod because he is a loser too. And that is why we are friends. Christin saw it too, and that is why we are sisters. (HAHA no it's not!! We are sisters because we have the same parents!) And also, she didn't see it 'cause she's a loser, she saw it cause she has children. YAY FOR CHILDREN.

So, what else? I don't know what else. I tripped yesterday because sometimes I like to wear these bright green boots that are supposed to be costume boots and aren't really meant for walking around all over town. . . but I do it anyway. So, there's no traction so I slipped and screamed and it was really a little funny because Celia was terrified that she was going to get cut because Halloween is supposedly Bloods initiation or whatever. (How many people are in this city? How many people get cut every Halloween? Your chances are so slim and also practically the same as any other day, but whatever.) So, we were walking in a crowded area (1st Ave. by 14th St., ya know near the L so it's crowded cause people are getting on and off the train.) and I tripped and screamed and Celia almost had a heart attack thinking someone was stupid enough to come up and cut me while I'm walking in a crowded area with two of my friends, one of whom happens to be a tall male. So yeah, I cut my knee but managed not to get a run in my leggings. Tell me how that's possible!? (Really, how is that possible?) And then this morning I have bruises on both my knees. This is what happens when you are uncoordinated, you legs always look like they belong to an eight year old.


UM, it is halloween! I did not have work today because Eliza is paranoid also and decided to send all the middle schoolers home right after school so they are not walking home in the dark. (It gets dark here early now and it is almost time to 'fall back.' Does that mean it will get dark even earlier? Let's think so, at 5 o'clock it will turn into 4 o'clock and it will still be as dark as it was at 5 o'clock. Yep, that means it will get dark even earlier. That is a little bit dumb, but daylights saving is a little bit dumb all the time. Since only 2% of this nation works in farming [and that includes the evil industry factory farms SO SO SAD] and we got mad electricity, probably we don't need daylights saving. Arizona doesn't do that.)


The End.


Love,

Meows and Me

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