A group of peacocks is referred to as a party.

I know I haven't been updating as often as I should be, but the world has practically fallen apart. Michael Jackson is dead! Oh my God! How will I survive?
I really don't care that he is dead, and I didn't care that he was alive. Now I am stuck listening to the radio play all his songs nonstop. Call me heartless, but I really don't care that a crazy child raper is dead. Everyone that is mourning him was calling him crazy a couple years ago. When OJ dies, are we going to remember him as a fantastic football player and not a murderer? Seriously people. I know MJ made some good music, but this is not! I repeat, NOT! A "where were you when you heard" moment. He wasn't fucking JFK, he was a messed up Peter Pan wanna be.

Okay. Now that I have that out of my system. We can get back to what is really important, my life.

I finally kissed Silk Spectre! Woo! Air pump! It was good, and it's happened more then once. Now she understands why I say that I am awkward. People don't really know how awkward I can be til I am trying to get up the courage to kiss them. In those moments, I am not smooth at all. Why do I always have to make the first move? Girls have it so easy, they just have to stand there and look pretty. I have to be brave, and put myself out there. But it is usually pays off, it did this time. Yay! for kissing pretty, nice girls.
I have to work really hard to make each kiss happen, which is kind of a put off. I love the chase, and charming stage. It's actually my favourite part. It’s why I have trouble settling down. I don't want to lose being able to chase and/or charm whoever I want. But there is a point where it becomes not fun, or worth it anymore. I want to feel wanted too.
I feel like a male peacock. They are the pretty ones with the colourful tail. They are flashy and pretty so that the girl peacocks will notice them. I feel like I have to strut around constantly proving that I am flashy and pretty enough for her to kiss me. When really I can turn around and not put any effort into a number of girls, and have them chase me. So I guess we will see how much strutting it takes til I feel like a prostitute.

I bought the new Sim's 3 game, which is why I have not been updating. Hours of time fly by when I play it, and I don't even notice. It is so much fun! On the game I am everything I want to be in this life. I make a better Sim, then a real person. I know I should probably stop playing the game, and work to make my actual life everything I want it to be. But that is hard, and I don't get to zip through the boring parts of life.

I have turned my charm all the way up to 10, and directed it at Sunshine. She and I had the best set up/relationship ever. We liked each other the same amount. Neither one of us felt the need to put a label on what we were. We always had tons of fun around each other. We made out all the time. So my plan is to make it happen again.
If you find yourself blushing, giggling, or feeling tingly for no apparent reason. Don't worry, it is just the effects of my charm being at it's highest. It has a sort of ripple effect. Anyone in a 25-mile radius can be effected by my charm.

I went to the Deuce, and didn't get beat up! I actually had a really good time there. They played really good music for the most part, except for the country. What is with straight people and their country? It is not dance music. I didn't get harassed by anyone. I think because I looked like a chochy straight guy that night, so I fit right in. I wouldn't be opposed to going there again.

The weekend is upon us! Something exciting, and eventful will probably occur that I can write about.

- She's not my lover. She's just a girl who claims that I am the one.

Aves