Just say no.

Published on Saturday, June 7, 2008 at 4pm

So it turns out if I had a lick of patience earlier I would've been able to upload that picture I wanted to. But alas, that's just not in my nature.

Wow! First time my loowa obsession has saved me. I was just going to appear online on msn to holla at my sister (that's just what I do), but first I thought I'd type random words hoping to form decent sentences worth reading on loowa. Luckily I decided this as someone I don't want to talk to signed into msn. Okay, I'm a jerk, but I know him, he'll want to make plans and I'm already using the excuse that I'm at my sister's birthday party as a reason to not talk on the phone with someone else. I've looked it up, I have a mental disorder, they call it Avoidance. But I'm okay with that. A movie every once in a while is okay, but not every week. I'm sorry, that's just to much to ask from someone like me. Of course, knowing me, Andrew is going to call again, I'm going to say yes again, and my friends are going to laugh at me again. I know the routine all too well.

How do you say no?
Amy: "No Andrew, I would not like to see a movie?"
Andrew "Why not?"
Amy: "Because I'm busy tommorow."
Andrew: "Tuesday."
Amy: "I'm busy tuesday. I'm busy all week."
Andrew: "Next week?"
Amy: "We'll see..."

That's how it will happen, I know it!
or maybe like this:

Amy: "I can't tommorow, I told my mom I'd babysit my little sister..."
Andrew: "I'll come too!"

JEEESE. No Andrew, I'm not going to the movies with you because you think it's appropriate to moon the people walking behind us on our way to the movies because you know they're my friends. And no Andrew, I'm not going to the movies with you because you know EVERYONE in Sudbury and we'll end up talking to them all! And no Andrew,I'm not going to the movies with you because you twist everything I do and say into something entirely different, and by twist I mean completrly and utterly change so that when I really just suggest we go see a certain movie I'm really begging you or "batting my baby browns" and giving you the "puppy eyes" (brown eyes look like crap, okay? They litterally looks like someone went poo in your eyes. they are not baby browns, they are poo.)

This is my version of a social life.