To compliment the dismal entry I wrote about anorexia, here's a little something on the lighter side.

Last night my friends and I amused ourselves by traipsing through abandoned buidlings at 12 o clock at night. All was well and we were returning home when I received a call from Jason.

Jason is the epitome of a Sleazy Jock. I made the mistake of making out with him only once, and now he calls me whenever he's horny and there's no one else around. I've pretty much figured it out. Since my name is Amanda, it appears at the very top of almost everyone's cell phone contacts, so therefore I get a number of calls from him. To demonstrate his sleaziness, I will add the fact that upon asking how many girls he's slept with, he told me he could count them on his hands and feet. That means between 11 and 20, because if it were 10 or under you could just use your hands...ew.

Anywho, him and his jackass friend and me and my friend Jordan met up at a diner. We asked them what they had done over the weekend, and they said they went to the shore. Oh, and what did they do at the shore? "Nothing." Bullshit. What does ANY teenager do at the shore? Drink, do drugs, and have sex. I'm not stupid. Especially when you take a kid who uses his appendages to count how many girls he's been with. Jason told me some story of how his car ran out of gas and how he had to beg strangers for money and how he hasn't eaten for the entire day. So then I said, "Why don't you eat something here?" Oh, he had no money. And then his friend was like to me, "Can you buy me a grilled cheese and I swear I'll pay you back?" What the hell am I, your mother? I was so disgusted. I looked into his little beady eyes and told him fuck no. You buy your own goddamn shit. I had gotten Jason a job at Shoprite, only to learn he had quit after two days. "I busted my ass, all you do is sit there and scan stuff." Oh man. Please tell me he did NOT just insult cashiers. I was about to go on a rant about the Plight of the Cashier(see previous journal entry) but I decided to save it. These kids were pathetic. They had no money, they were dirty, and they had resorted to begging girls for money. Hint: If you want to be a man, DON'T ASK GIRLS TO BUY YOU FOOD. It's just wrong in every way. Then they were trying to convince us to get something so they could mooch off our plates. What kind of parent lets their kid go around pulling this shit? If I had a son and I found out he was like this, I'd slap him stupid. When I asked Jason what he does for money, he said, "I sell stuff." Wow. You're a drug peddler. Congratufuckinlations. After that, Jordan and I sat there and made fun of them to their faces. It was wonderful. Then Jason got a call from some kid, and they left to go smoke weed with someone. They left hungry, tired, and humiliated. Excellent.

I was very proud of myself for not giving in to these schmucks. You don't treat girls like they're obligated to feed your pale ass. If you don't have money, then work like everyone else does and shut your damn whiney mouth. All in all, I enjoyed the evening. I had fun making fun of Jason's really large head (seriously, his head is about 5 times the size of a normal one) and I have decided that lest he call me again, I won't hesitate to tell him off.