I went out with Gillian today. We went shopping for materials to decorate our postcard with. Okay, fine, I guess you could call it a date. There really wasn't much meaning to it though, since we've only barely known each other. I did feel really awkward next to her though. She's dressed all nice and make up and stuff and I'm in a t-shirt and cargo pants, carrying a rucksack. Good job Calvin.
So throughout the day I displayed my total inexperience with ladies. Lunch at Carl's Jr, eating the greasiest burger they sell. It's not even on the menu. And after procuring our stuff, we went to check out the movies but my indecision and lack of willingness to pay for weekend price movies led us to another activity that I suggested. Which is... guessssss...? CYBER CAFE. So fucking romantic. I'm a genius. Thank you very much. No really fuck me I'm an idiot. It was the first thing that came to mind. And I should know by now the first idea that comes to mind with me is never good. *sigh* Great job Calvin.
At least it's easy to make her laugh. But I think she thinks I'm a flirt. You know, I don't know how Vincent does it, the flirting thing. He can compliment a girl and she'll deny it but she'll giggle and stuff. And I try to compliment a girl and I get inquisitive stares. I'm not very good at this. I don't think I'll ever be good at it. But seeing how much you could possibly spend on one date leads me to my realization why ah bengs are always penniless and why geniuses like Nikola Tesla didn't want anything to do with ladies.
It's 4AM. I need to wake up tomorrow. At 7. That's 3 hours of sleep. I spent all the time fixing this fucking postcard because I kept having to re do it. Inks suck. Copic markers suck. I didn't get the image I intended to at first, but at least it looks... kind of good. Life needs an undo button.
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