june twentieth.

Tonight reminded me why I greatly dislike a majority of girls. It was a good friend's birthday, and she insisted I go out with a bunch of mutual/her friends to celebrate. I'm insanely pre-menstrual at the moment, and to be perfectly honest, I was excited about the prospect of spending Saturday night at home in short shorts, an oversized tee, with crinkle fries and diet coke, watching The Holiday for the 23,432 time. But alas, plans change. So I put the fries back in the freezer and went to tackle the task of getting ready. I wore a dress, but no heels. This was my attempt at meeting my pissed off body half way. BUT IT WOULD HAVE NONE OF THAT. I had one freaking beer and felt like a blimp. I was ready to scream "OKAY! YOU WIN! CRINKLE FRIES IT IS, I'M GOING!" But this would probably alarm some people. 

I shortly learned that the group of girls I was out with were the type I steered clear of. The type that are super gorgeous, but make The Grinch's heart look big. They turn their already upturned noses at every guy who bravely approaches them, and spend more time pulling out their spilling breasts in the bathroom than actually dancing. I am a DANCE MACHINE, so I was like "peace outtt" and pulled my birthday friend after me. After going out with Yolie so many times, I know we're both comfortable dancing by ourselves, what type of music we like, ect. My friend was SO awkward. She really doesn't know her place on the dance floor unless it's fixated in front of a guy, bent over most of the time, or in a Dane Cook "fuck shoes" circle of females. I was pretty disappointed. The guys that were hitting on us (read: them) were the type Yolie and I make fun of, the ones that remind us of fuckin' jager bombs. I felt weird being there. Probably the worst part is just that I didn't feel appreciated for coming out. Like, I didn't tell her about the abandonment of fatty foods so I could attend, but it's not like I really could, as she was too busy with everyone else there. Just because I refused to act like a mindless drone meant that I was shunned from their clique. Meh, whatever. Next time I'll know better. So kids, what have we learned? Yes, that's right: comfort food > shitty friends. 

I'm going to my grandparents' Sunday night coming back on Monday. I still haven't bought a ticket, whoops. I have to go to church, and pack, all before an hour I'm unsure of. What uppp, procrastination?! 

Also, on an unrelated note, I clicked on the top trending topic on twitter today, (helllllo, alliteration.) #IranElection, and was shocked. I vaguely know what's going on, mostly due to this and a little bit of other sleuthing on my own. In the two minutes I read through tweets, I was at a loss for words. Tweet after retweet was talking about acid being sprayed on protesters in the streets, links given to pictures of bloody civilians, all credit given to "Iran", as they can't credit the original tweeter for fear of their safety. I feel so uneducated and lame. I plastered on a green overlay on my twitter picture, to "show support for democracy in Iran" but really, what am I doing to truly help? Nothing. People in Iran fighting, risking their lives for something they believe in, those are the true people doing all the work. It feels kind of like an insult, the green overlay. Like those stupid magnetic ribbons for our troops you can slap on your car (they have one for everything these days-- autism, suicide prevention, breast cancer...) By sticking a magnet on the back of your car are you for realsies doing anything to genuinely help? Probably like $0.30 of that $3.00 magnet will be going to "research" but I think the buyer gets the most out of it-- the feeling you're actually contributing when you're really not. 

I'm going to figure out how I can help with the situation in Iran. I don't want that fake piece of mind I could get by giving money, and if I do donate, I want to know for sure what will be bought with it. According to tweets, the Canadian embassy in Iran is turning away injured victims... appalling. Word got out via twitter, and Canadians and concerned people alike flooded the foreign affairs offices with protests. THAT is doing something. I wrote my e-mail before starting this entry, but I feel that's not enough. I'm making it a goal to be more informed about the developments in Iran. I leave you with a video that made me cry.  Here is Neda's story. RIP ♥

xox,

loveacrosstheocean.