:-) <----This Is My Creepy Smile

I never exactly enjoy walking home by myself. I mean, I was okay with it back in my suburban town, only because the walk was like seven minutes long, everyone was white, and I was usually with one or two other people. Sometimes three.

But here? In New York City? When it's all icky from the rain?

Not fun.

It was a pretty bad start of my day. I woke up all ready for sunny weather (because the past weekend has been amazingly sunny enough to leave the house with a light sweater. Which is what I did), but instead, I looked out my window and saw milky skies, dreary clouds, and puddles everywhere.

Joy.

What was worse was that I didn't get time for breakfast. And you know me when I don't get breakfast. Not a pretty sight.

I don't know what happened. I've been so disorganized lately. I need to start focusing. I had like, mountains of homework waiting for me the day the college program was over. I didn't even finish all of them, and ended up copying them from someone today. Something that I HATE doing.

On the bright side of things, we had that Science Test-Prep thing after school today for the first time. School officially ends at 2:30. The Science Test-Prep starts at 3:10. So basically, we all had forty minutes to kill. Which was fine by me.

First, a big group of us people roamed the halls, trying to find teachers to annoy.

Second, my friend Zaynab (mentioned before on THIS post) was on a crazy search to find food. Apparently there was another program in our cafeteria that was going on at the moment that provided food. She wanted to go and grab something. So, we all stumbled downstairs to the cafeteria.

And guess what kind of program it was?

It was a program from that college I went to! I saw a lot of my favorite college students there. It was really cool seeing them again. They kept wanting us Honors people to join, but this program wasn't “Honors-worthy” like the other one was, so I think most of us will skip it.

But they still gave us food. Cause we're awesome like that. It was a bag with sunchips and an orange juice carton. I HATE orange juice like I hate Miley Cyrus, so I was pretty annoyed that I had to drink it since I was so thirsty.

Eventually Science Test-Prep started. It wasn't that bad, actually. It's like class, except looser and with more freedom. Also, since there wasn't that many people (Half the people were absent. Not sure why), we callled out. Which I love doing.

Also, I found out that every single thing we're going to be doing this year, I already did last year in my suburban town. New York City is behind by a year. Damn. That sucks for me.

After Science Test-Prep was over, I walked home. Not alone, thank GOD. I hate walking home alone in the cold/rain in New York City at 4:30-5:30. Not a good place to be, mind you.

It was quite the opposite, actually. We walked in a big group. But it was still icky and wet, so bleh.

I'm sorry. Am I being whiny? I don't like being whiny. It shows how pathetic you are. And how ungrateful. Sorry about that everyone. This was a really suck-ish post, wasn't it?

Before I leave, I want you all to observe/read/pay attention to the next few paragraphs. I want a straight answer!

Why are boys so afraid of crying? Do they think it makes them seem less manly or something? That's the only answer I've gotten before. Well, excuse me: That's the freaking stupidest answer I've ever heard. What's wrong with crying? There's nothing wrong with it. If you're a boy, who defined this for you? Who told you that crying is unmanly, and that you may no longer cry if you want your dignity intact? Tell this person FUP YOU.

Yup. FUP YOU.

To me (and 99.99% of the female population), crying is a sign of compassion. You could see a tough jock walking down the hall with this I've-got-swagger kind of attitude and think to yourself, “He's just another one of those dumba$$es who want to get in someone's pants.” And then you could see this same guy crying. Your opinion would instantly change. Suddenly, dumba$$ jock doesn't seem so dumba$$ anymore. In fact, he seems awesome. And caring. And he has a certain organ in his chest that was thought to not be there before. Something capable of having feelings and love. This would be the liver. Just kidding. I'm talking about the heart.

So keep this in mind: 99.99% girls love it when guys cry. They think it's sweet.

So guy readers. Please comment on:

1. If you feel crying is manly
2. Why or why not
3. What's your favorite brand of jeans (if you have one)?

And my girl readers. Please comment on:

1. If you agree with me that crying is sweet :)
2. Why or why not
3. What's your favorite brand of jeans (if you have one)?

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Why am I suddenly obsessed with jeans?!?!