No update with this journal. Sorry. Instead let us speak of all the reasons I'm beginning to suspect my life may be some sort of television show.

Among the attendees at my local church there is a very nice girl that is both my age and get along with me very well. After giving much thought to the matter I decided to use what money I had left over from Christmas to take her to the theatre. On the day I intended to make my proposal, she walks into the break room... and on her arm is a man a foot taller than me with a head as polished as a cue ball. I come to find out that this bald stranger is in fact her 30-YEAR-OLD BOYFRIEND which she had told no one about until that very day. Needless to say, she no longer holds the appeal to me as she did before. I mean, come on, thirty? *sigh*

After my internment in the local learning center that the stiffs call "skaa-ool", I will usually join my two friends (whose real names I shall withhold, thus we shall call them Ernest and Algernon) for a good round of Soul Calibur... or Call of Duty... or (recently) Little Big Planet. Today though, Algernon's sister approaches us with her things in hand; we shall call her "Cecily". Cecily leaves her things with Algy and asks him to take them home for her as she will not be needing them. Twenty minutes pass and we decide that it's time for video games. We get up, and Algy and Ernest immediately start bickering about who will carry what of Cecily's. After a few minutes of this idocy, I sigh in annoyance and grab all of Cecily's things myself so that we might depart. As we walk to Algy's car, both of my comrades begin taunting my state of carrying Cecily's things (which included her purse). Somehow, the yard teacher, whom we shall call "Chasuble", get's in on the merrymaking, taunting me as well. This goes on for several minutes, until we cross paths with Cecily herself, whereupon she exclaims, "Sam, you look hot carrying my purse!" At that point, I was unsure of whether it was a compliment or a further jab at my masculinity, she claiming that it was both.

Is it just me, or is my life reminiscint of a sitcom?

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Nonsensical Quote of the Entry

"I don't think I could handle me popping out of my own birthday cake!"

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