Damn Pretty People

Have I mentioned being the ugly friend sucks balls? Now, I 'm not saying I'm ugly. I'm alright I guess. I not ugly, but I am far from pretty. You get the picture?

All my friends are beautiful. Take my best friend for example. She is tall, blond, skinny, and has stunning legs. My next closest friend, who is also blond, is tiny as hell, and just in general, dazzling. The next friend in this line up, has shockingly spectacular eyes, hair that is amazing no matter what she does to it, and a nice figure. Do you need another example?

Did I mention that they all have boobs that are bigger then mine? Or that most of my friends get hit on by anything with a pulse?

This isn't even mentioning there personalities, which are also superior.

I guess this is just bugging me more then normal since by family has been implying I'm a freak for not dating more then normal lately. I guess they are right, since I'm almost 17, and I have never dated. Of course it could have also been the girl in my chemistry class who was bitching about not being able to get a date to homecoming, when her looks ranked up there with all my friends. She has no idea how close she got to being bitched out. I mean, if she really just wanted a date all she has to prop out her chest and bat her mascara coated eyelashes, and she could easily get three invitations from guys in that class alone.

Really, what she meant to say was, the specific guy she wanted didn't ask her so she is pissed off. As a result she makes comments like that in front of someone who would have to do naked back flips across the school campus to get half the attention she gets, just by breathing. (God forbid she asks the guy out herself. Or perhaps he has a girlfriend. Or he is just chicken shit. I don't really know, nor do I care to.)

Anyways, it's just pissing me off more then usual. Perhaps it's because I can't shake these thoughts with a "fuck it" attitude, like I do to everything else I don't like. Or it could be they are making me depressed. Or it could just be that I have too much pent-up sexual tension. Or it’s the fact that not one god damn male on this planet thinks I am worthy of dating. Who fucking knows?

All well. Nothing I can do about it ... right?

Ps. I'm still doing the 365 days. I've been doing it old school, and just writing it down on paper. I might type them all up this weekend.