Spoon Loves Robots

Yeah, it’s gone. A scary russian hairdresser lady is culprit. Though we should really blame spoon, for describing things horribly. Maybe it will get…better..somehow. I’m not terribly impressed and my last one was much better, but I have to live with it! And will learn to like it! Hopefully. ;___;

It’s not really this short! Though this picture is rather fooling!

Apparently it looks cute pulled back. Or male like. Why can’t all your opinions be the same? Damn you guys!

Serious picture!

More serious picture!

Edit (11/17/o7): And then I drew a comic about it. My oh my.

Dear Girls,

You’re pretty. And if you’re not pretty, you’re probably smart, or have something interesting about you. It’s not the point; the point is that boys want you. Most of you will figure this out eventually. You’ll figure it out and you’ll use what we will call “girl powers”, they are the power for a girl to make mush of a boy. Some of you are great wielders of this girl power. Some of you are downright teases. The fact is, you use these girl powers on a boy, perhaps you don’t really like him, and you just want to be his friend. This boy will be confused, and he’ll begin to like you. He’ll be nice to you and caring and perhaps he’ll listen to you whine or spend long hours instant messaging you. One day the boy will get his courage up and tell you that he likes you! Be proud of this boy that’s a big step for him. Now you don’t like this boy, of course not, you just like hugging him and talking to him. Okay, so you tell him that. But remember, you can’t go back on your word now. You can’t keep consulting that little voice in the back of the head. You can’t give him hope if that’s never going to turn into something. You can’t giggle with your friends while he stands beside you hoping. You just can’t.

Basically, girls you are pretty. You can’t use that to be jerks. You might not think you’re a jerk, but you are. You might not mean it, but you’re doing it. Notice when you’re doing this! And then resolve to not do it anymore.

Imagine there was a guy who paid a lot of attention to you. You saw him looking at you in class, you started liking him. You finally confessed this crush to him! And he felt nothing for you. No more looks, no more attention. His friends might laugh a bit if they see you next to him, or whatever. Maybe later on the looks come back, he says thing that make you feel really hopeful. You can’t move on because of this hope! You’re stuck with a guy who doesn’t like you. That sounds…Well that sounds horrible, doesn’t it ladies?

I don’t really know how to end this letter ladies, can we stop blowing off guys like this? Can we stop being stupid in class while teachers strive for our attention? Can we stop worrying so much about our legs and our butts and our boobs?

Maybe not stop, but tone it down. It’s shameful. We can’t call boys jerks anymore, I mean take a look in the mirror. Wait, don’t, you’ve been doing that too much lately.

<3 Spoon

P.S. This isn’t even scratching the surface, and you know it.

It’s been an intresting week. Frought with teenage drama and genuine highschool expiriences. Lets try to do this chronologically.

Last friday I learned to not piss of my good friends. Actually I learned this the following thursday, friday till then was just the lesson. I still don’t really know what to think of this, but I’m glad I didn’t lose him. I need to start being more aware of what I’m doing to people.

Halloween was an intresting night for me, and by that I mean it was rather dull. The school day was intresting, what with people in costumes and such. (A very cute Haruhi even.) I went home and carved an absolutly darling pumpkin. Which was knocked over by 3 boys. It was an accident and I should have put the pumpkin on the wall better, but still!

Friday night, here comes my highschool expirence. A party, about +20 and we acquired alcohol. Now this is what we can officially call my first expirience with beer, and I’m thinking it went pretty well. It was a fun party, very relaxed, very chill. We played some Halo, and some Guitar Hero 3. Lots of cuddling happening, what with drunk teenagers, of course. A boy had his hand on my boob and I don’t care. (Unless he brings it up monday. Then I’ll care.) I totally lost steam to write about this party, but I do remember paying for half the beer. My friends have totally robbed me of money.

More drama with my friend. I think she reads this so I won’t go into it. For fear of death! And stuff. (Keep the iPod)

Mhmm. One day I’ll blog about real things. ._.

Edit: I am fucking fancy.