Ugly girl. She's a girl with brown hair, that has blonde highlights through it. Her eyes are blue as the ocean. My hair is indecisive; curly at one minute, straight at the next. When I straighten it, it frizzes anyway, making me look like a grizzly bear. My face looks immature, as strangers suspect I'm still a kid at the age of eleven or twelve. I tell them, "I'm sixteen," and I see a little shocked face appear from their cheekbone. My face is also filled with these annoying dots. It irks me, always has, and always will. My stature is medium height; as I stand five feet five. I'm a natural athlete with big calves from running, and big arms from tumbling. I'm a born stick; weighing one hundred and fifteen pounds. My weight can be decieving, and actually shock people as well. I do have a butt, but it's not that visable, and the chest that guys drool over really hasn't developed, and never will.

I have guy friends floating in and out of my life. Some are cruel, others are hillarious, some are serious and smart. The basic thing is, they all think the same way. Never, would they admire my body; not that I'd like them too. They seem to have their minds set on two or three girls that go to our school. Sally looks like she has balloons in her abnormally large arse, and has the full package with the huge boobs. My friend takes my camera phone to zoom in to get a close up of this once in a lifetime oppurtunity. He starts to snap the picture of her tushie, as I snatch the phone from his bitten fingers and yell. I look at Sally, and shake my head. I feel sorry for Sally. Can you imagine what these boys are thinking of when they... pleasure themselves? Just looking at Sally makes me cringe. Not just because of her popular cheerleader status or her huge butt. She's a freaking moron. She asks questions that already have been asked, and if she's smart enough to think of an answer, it's always ridicoulsy wrong. People actually laugh at her stupidiness, but it doesn't matter, because she's hot. People still like her nonetheless.

I'm a naturally smart person. I heard that boys like smart girls. Obviously, the only good thing about knowing a smart girl is the fact that you can ask them for answers to the take home quiz, or to help you with algebra homework. Frankly, I'm sick of helping the guy of my dreams with answers to Pythagoreans Therom, knowing that what I want from him I'll never have. I've even acted ditzy, and yes, I have my girlie moments, but when I, ugly girl acts ditzy, boys make mean comments telling me how they hate girls that act stupid. Males are so hypocritical, and I just can't understand them. Maybe, if I had a face transplant, they'd act differently towards me, but that isn't going to happen.

Being kind gets the boys too, right? Males always want girls that are easy to talk to, overlly friendly, and able to make them chuckle. I have the ability to do that. I'm always there for my friends; calling them up to wish them good luck, helping them with homework, and giving advice. They always tell me how "HOTT" with two T's that Sally is, and how they'd love to get in her pants. One, I don't want to hear anymore about Sally then that I have too. She's a boisterous blonde who makes boys feel testoterrific. I really can't stand having to be in class with the next Jessica Simpson.

I hate the girls who demand their boyfriends to get them gifts. They are so materialistic, planning weekly nail appointments, holding their own personal credit cards, and spending glutfuls of cash on makeup. They expect their romantic dude to purchase luxerious jewerly and teddy bears for the Hallmark Holidays, and get disapointed if they don't get the present of their dreams. I'd be lucky to even get a piece of chocolate, much less jewerly. I've never had a boyfriend, and I'd be thankful just to have him. I wouldn't expect the gifts, heck, I'd probably buy my own movie ticket. Boys say girls are too expensive, but if Sally asked them out, it wouldn't matter. They'd get so randy from the fact that Sally was theirs, that they'd buy her the whole entire shopping plaza.

Athletic girls are obviously close to crap. I am multi-talented: able to run a mile with no sweat, able to make a right and left hand layup, and able to play Mozart's classics on the piano. The cheerleaders are really cool to the boys opinion. They state they don't like ditzy girls, yet they dream over all the cheerleaders. Cheerleaders are all ditzy. I say it once more. I could be a cheerleader. I could overcome them. But, I can't, because I'm intellegent, and I wouldn't fit in. I can tumble like mad, because of my past training full of backhandsprings and backtucks, but I'd never try out for cheerleading. No, Go Team! I run cross country, miles perhaps, in the rain and shine for the first few months of school. Then, I play basketball in the winter season. I'd like to see Sally get her ass kicked, and have her fall to the ground to see what real pain feels like. We get beat up during basketball games, but nobody cares. It's all about the cheerleaders and their toe-touches and stunts that fall apart slowly anyway.

I've gone through my rants, and picked out my qualities. Most of them, are what boys say they like. Yet, no boy that I've ever liked has actually felt the same way about me as I have to him. I guess, they find it funner to stare at Sally's butt instead of trying to get to know me. I wish there were less arrogant boys in the world. Maybe, my self esteem would actually be higher, and I'd actually think I'd have a chance with a male, por favor. But, now, I'm single, defending my femininity, loving my progesterone and estrogen and the chest that could easily pass as a males. I sign off, looking at various types of males, not having my eye on a particular hearttrob, but actually trying to figure out the psych that goes through their hypothalamus.

Until next time,

Ashley