O dear ooops.

O wow. I have been sorely neglecting this thinger. And I definitely thought I posted this following thing on April 20, but apparently I was so tired I just fell asleep instead of pressing the publish button. And then forgot about it until just now. So here:

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Happy 4/20. Happy no more EXAMS.

I finished my exam at 4pm today and booked it downtown to join the multitudes on Parliament Hill, who were, no exaggeration, smoking up sandwiched between a mob of Tamil protesters and a fleet of police. There were many people with dreaded hair, tie-dyed tees, and (my favourite) maple syrop flavoured rolling paper. Some people were particularly into it, and I believe I saw some sort of giant marijuana leprechaun.

In other news, yesterday sucked.

The girl I like very much is straight. And her experimenting days are apparently behind her.... haha, her words, not mine.

I was at school yesterday to study (because studying in the comfort of my own home is nearly impossible due to the combination of brothers, parents and various other distractions that don't allow me to ever fully concentrate) when The Girl sent me a text asking to study with me. Well, I went, despite the fact that we weren't studying for the same exam.

After many hours of studying, I couldn't take it anymore, I had to find out. So I was real sly, and I asked for her opinion on what she would do if she had a question that she wanted to ask someone, but the question could cause awkwardness between her and the other person. Would she ask? Would she want to be asked a question like that?

"Well....I don't really know what you're talking about...I guess it would be too personal for me to ask what you're specifically talking about?" she asked.

I nod.

"Is it a relationship thing? Like a guy thing?"

Now at this point, I was finding it very difficult to keep from laughing. I was tired to the bones, my sanity was at a particularly low level, and the situation was absolutely ridiculous. I was asking her for advice on how to talk to her, without her knowing.

"It is a relationship thing," I said. "But not so much a guy thing..."

I think then, she grasped what I was talking about. But she didn't seem to want to say it, in case she was guessing wrong.

"So does...um, she know?" she asked. "Ummm"

"No," Ha. Yes actually, she just found out in fact. "I mean, it's never come up. Well it's not something you exactly say to someone when you meet them... hey my name's Alice and I'm bi....ya. haha."

We laugh.

Anyhoo, long story short(ish), she told me that I should get drunk with this girl and casually broach the subject. Or, get really trashed, walk up to the girl I like singing Katy Perry, and after the line "...and I LIKED IT," kiss the girl, and see if she likes it. She also said that once upon a time she and her friends had figured out that they weren't attracted to girls. How? And why wasn't I at this party? She then said she was sorry because she had assumed I was strait, and that from now on she won't assume such things about people.

"What about you, do you find you assume people in general are strait?" she asked.

"I used to," I answered, "but I then I made assumptions about myself, and look how wrong I was."

Plus it is just depressing to assume everyone in strait.

And so that is all. I didn't have to ask her out, I didn't have to make a fool of myself, and I didn't create irrevocable awkwardness between us. The end.