Monday, December 22
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Four [journal] Four is the number of girls that showed up to my bachelor party. Out of the 15 girls that my dad invited, four came. I don't know if it had anything to do with the argument I had with my dad prior or the lameness of the event, but for the first hour there was only one girl. "Is anyone else coming?" said she. "I think you're pretty much the party," I said back.
My orignal plan before meeting these girls was to put their pictures up and write nasty things about them---that's haha funny right? But there's something about doing a thing like that and rotting in hell that goes hand in hand. Anyways, they really were all nice people. I for one wouldn't have come if I were them.
 Pictured on the left is the first girl that came and was the only one at the house for over an hour. Pictured on the right is a pharmacist, her boyfriend. Good potential wife. Nice one dad! She seemed nice and she even brought me a few study guides for the upcoming tests (LAST and ATS-W) I have to take as a teacher. |
 The second girl that came talked incessantly. She dressed wholly convservative and brought hundreds of pictures of Japan that were of her hiking, eating ice cream and posing beside traditional Japanese architecture, and then she said how she went to all these underground trance parties and stayed out til eight each time. Why's she gotta lie for? Why didn't she just tell us the real story: She went to a Buddist temple and prayed til 10 and then went to bed. My parents thought I would love her because she has gone to Japan. Seriously, I've heard enough about that place, the only thing left is for me to actually go there. |
 These two girls, sisters, came all the way from Brampton and didn't say a word. Girl two asked if I knew them and I answered "no" and one of them answered "yes." Nice! I didn't feel so bad when they later confessed that they asked this other guy at the party, thinking he was me , if there was any food without meat and cheese. For the most part they just sat across from us for close to an hour, observed, and pretended to be utterly engrossed in what girl two had to say. Then when girl two said that she was going home they joined in and said, "Well, I guess we better get going to." I felt so guilty, since I didn't talk to them, that I asked if they wanted to go do something in Toronto. But the question, as we both knew, was just guilty pleasantry and a yes was not expected from either fronts.
After everyone had left, I reminded my dad to never do this again.
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