Harsh Realm - Widowspeak

This is the blog in which I will take the opportunity to bitch about men. So here goes nothing...

Today started out well enough. No work. So freedom. Except there is this paper that's due which I haven't started but that's for another time. Anyway, freedom, Twitter and old episodes of Community (love that show!) My day was going well enough, until I found out that the M83 show I wanted to go to was sold out. Fear not kids, in that same tweet, I was also notified of another show, the day before, same venue and time. So I jumped on getting tickets, pre-sale of course. I snagged 3, in the standing section of Club Nokia, which is what I wanted.

My day was getting better. After this, I prepared myself to leave the house, because I had class tonight. I did, and I got to class with no major incident occurring. Life could be any better. And class was something simple. just writing with a small discussion. After a small break in which I told my friend about snagging the tickets, class continued, and it was rather uneventful and quite lovely.

Towards the end of class, I went up to my professor to find out if I had any missing assignments, and that was when things went wrong. Here's why. This entire semester, there has been one guy in my class which I have called The Hot Guy". He's tall, looks 'alternative', sometimes scruffy, other really cleaned up (but still 'alternative'), and of course the red-rimmed eyes that made me think he was a cocaine addict. He looked like my type of fix up project. And he was the one guy in class that would be looking at me too often. Thinking that he was hot, I obviously checked him out often. Never learning his last name, I was unable to find out more about him. Until today. When my professor took out her assignment roster, I was able to spot his name, I was at the top. Juan Aguirre.

Now that I had his name, I was able to somewhat stalk him. And here's what I found out: up until 8 months ago, he was still using his myspace profile; on it, he stated that he was in a relationship. From there, I was able to find his Facebook, which also stated that he was in a relationship.

This was my own doing. I could have left well enough alone. His girlfriend is pretty, I'll give her that. And he is, without a doubt, the asshole, one of many, who checks out other girls while in a relationship. Son of a bitch piece of shit!

So thank you, Juan Aguirre, for ruining my day, that in which I was guaranteed tickets to go see Anthony Gonzalez in all his awesomeness. Clearly, you can go fuck yourself.

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I'm so pissed. Until next time, my beloved, let's be free to be you and me; let's be young and free!