I don't know what I did this week - other than drink. This is getting to be a problem...except I don't really care because there is 1 week of school left, 3 days of classes left till the end of the semester, and 1 exam that I have to take Tuesday for my pass/fail class that I have barely done the reading for.
Last night was the Civil War Theme party. Needless to say, no one actually dressed up. My friends and I did briefly consider re-creating Sherman's March to the sea and burning down the building. We had 4 lighters between us, countless number of cigarettes, and that house had enough alcohol for it to light for days.
However, because that house is being rented by a group of stoney jew hipsters, I reminded my friends that we would actually be going down for a hate crime, and that I don't think our justification of "well we're trying to kill hipsters" will stand up well in court either. So needless to say, no houses were burned...although if we did set that house on fire the entire campus would be stoned for the next 2 days.
I love how Facebook has facilitated (and made completely awkward) social interactions in addition to creating completely unnecessary drama. The host of the party invited all of our group of friends ... except for one, and that friend was miffed around that. Then this conversation came....
Host: Hey!!! [hug]
Me: Hey!!!
Host: What is this "Maybe Attending" bullshit!??!
Me: [wide-eyed, confused] well I didn't know if I was going to come!
Host: Yeah that's right.... I checked your electronic clicking!!!
END SCENE
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
what the hell
In my 14 people seminar, my professor still doesn't know my name...or at least I don't think he does.
He handed me back the wrong paper today...except I didn't even notice until I got an email aboutit...even though it had the last name "Park" on top of every page...I guess I just thought it said "Page 3" instead of "Park 3" on top of everything.
This may or may not be due to the fact that I don't talk in class...ever, because I don't do the reading for class...ever, and I do the Wednesday crossword in class every week.
Even worse - the grade was about 2 grades below my real grade (B, I got an A-) and I didn't even care. There used to be a time where a B would've killed me and I would've actually read the entire comments section...that passed along with my patience for this undergraduate experience.
He handed me back the wrong paper today...except I didn't even notice until I got an email aboutit...even though it had the last name "Park" on top of every page...I guess I just thought it said "Page 3" instead of "Park 3" on top of everything.
This may or may not be due to the fact that I don't talk in class...ever, because I don't do the reading for class...ever, and I do the Wednesday crossword in class every week.
Even worse - the grade was about 2 grades below my real grade (B, I got an A-) and I didn't even care. There used to be a time where a B would've killed me and I would've actually read the entire comments section...that passed along with my patience for this undergraduate experience.
bar tab
7 boys, me, and I'm "one of the guys...but with boobs"
boo! ask me to formal so I can drink on Sunday with a reason other than "it's nice out so I'm going to tan with HBF and drink Heineken in plain sight and hopefully not get arrested. WHOO!"
boo! ask me to formal so I can drink on Sunday with a reason other than "it's nice out so I'm going to tan with HBF and drink Heineken in plain sight and hopefully not get arrested. WHOO!"
Monday, April 23, 2007
Fanjaya
Sanjaya: ""Like, I really — what I want to do is experience the whole entertainment business because, I mean, I'm not just a musician, I'm an entertainer."
He wants to be a triple threat: singer, actor and model.
At this point, I am not sure what to say, other than - I am in love with the French version of Sanjaya - aka terrible singing, yet terribly addicting.
Mustache instead of crazy hair...crazy dancing...growls...yes. I'm going to have Skye kidnap him, mail him to me, and have my way with him.
Stand Up Guy
I like to frequent this one particular bar...mostly because the guy at the door is hopelessly in love with me (okay, slight exaggeration, but he...makes his affections known) so he hasn't checked my ID since the first time I showed it to him, and tends to not check anyone else's IDs that I bring.
However, I may have to start limiting my appearances there on Wednesday nights. Last Wednesday, I got really trashed and started dancing with HBF on the dance floor...just the two of us...that was also the night where I started hitting on and talking to randumb men at the bars that we ended up going to.
Sobriety rears its head the next day or so and I realize that half the people at the bar that night were people who actually WORKED on campus. Of course they end up working at one of the places that I actually frequent. The only good thing is that I won't be seeing them at all after the next 3 weeks pass.
In other news - the Boy and I are finally over. Over like Reese and Ryan. Over like Posh Spice and her relationship with solid food.
He officially creeped me out after we unofficially broke it off a couple of weeks ago and then he uploaded mobile pics from his phone to facebook and puts a picture of me as his facebook profile picture. That crossed the proverbial sanity line into weird-me-out territory so I decided to actually announce to the world that we were indeed, once again, officially o-v-e-r.
One of my friends (who prompted our demise...although if you are reading this as you are not studying for your finals - THANK YOU. you just sped up the train wreck) brought up a lot of issues that I knew I would have to deal with eventually in that relationship. At the end, I just realized that the sacrifices weren't going to be worth it if the Boy weren't the one - and as of right now, I don't think he is the one...so game over.
rules for the next relationship qualifier - cannot be needy, must be independent, emotionally sound, little to no baggage. must NOT have an extremely close relationship with your mother as it generally creeps me out - with extremely here defined as multiple calls per day when you live 15minutes away from each other, and referring to her as "the perfect woman."
Now I'm just upset because I have to work on finding a Summer Boy instead of just dawdling on with that failure of a relationship.
I go to the Boy's profile the next day (in hopes of seeing that he actually changed that darn facebook profile picture). As mature as 24 year olds are, of course he changed his facebook status to "[boy] is feeling life is fun again" and then I find his stupid friends bashing me. That is just not okay, and I shouldn't even have dignified that with my mentioning it on this blog.
Whatever, I'll be (hopefully) robbing one specific cradle this weekend and looking hot at my formal with McDanceoff next weekend.
However, I may have to start limiting my appearances there on Wednesday nights. Last Wednesday, I got really trashed and started dancing with HBF on the dance floor...just the two of us...that was also the night where I started hitting on and talking to randumb men at the bars that we ended up going to.
Sobriety rears its head the next day or so and I realize that half the people at the bar that night were people who actually WORKED on campus. Of course they end up working at one of the places that I actually frequent. The only good thing is that I won't be seeing them at all after the next 3 weeks pass.
In other news - the Boy and I are finally over. Over like Reese and Ryan. Over like Posh Spice and her relationship with solid food.
He officially creeped me out after we unofficially broke it off a couple of weeks ago and then he uploaded mobile pics from his phone to facebook and puts a picture of me as his facebook profile picture. That crossed the proverbial sanity line into weird-me-out territory so I decided to actually announce to the world that we were indeed, once again, officially o-v-e-r.
One of my friends (who prompted our demise...although if you are reading this as you are not studying for your finals - THANK YOU. you just sped up the train wreck) brought up a lot of issues that I knew I would have to deal with eventually in that relationship. At the end, I just realized that the sacrifices weren't going to be worth it if the Boy weren't the one - and as of right now, I don't think he is the one...so game over.
rules for the next relationship qualifier - cannot be needy, must be independent, emotionally sound, little to no baggage. must NOT have an extremely close relationship with your mother as it generally creeps me out - with extremely here defined as multiple calls per day when you live 15minutes away from each other, and referring to her as "the perfect woman."
Now I'm just upset because I have to work on finding a Summer Boy instead of just dawdling on with that failure of a relationship.
I go to the Boy's profile the next day (in hopes of seeing that he actually changed that darn facebook profile picture). As mature as 24 year olds are, of course he changed his facebook status to "[boy] is feeling life is fun again" and then I find his stupid friends bashing me. That is just not okay, and I shouldn't even have dignified that with my mentioning it on this blog.
Whatever, I'll be (hopefully) robbing one specific cradle this weekend and looking hot at my formal with McDanceoff next weekend.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
themed parties
I've been to more than a couple themed parties in my college career. The one thing that makes me really annoyed is not the fact that some people aren't dressed up - but that some people are. They are the ones who misunderstood the theme, and that really annoys me.
We are ivy league students...we got accepted based on our GPAs, SATs, and countless other things that demonstrate our abilities to read, understand, and use the English language. These theme parties do NOT have SAT-vocab words in their titles/explanations...and yet there are always people who show up looking idiotic.
Example: I went to a "Preppy" party a couple of days ago. Do people not understand what preppy means? Preppy means seersucker, preppy means Ralph Lauren ads, preppy means NO JEANS, preppy means NO SNEAKERS. What the hell was wrong with these people showing up in their denim and their laced monstrocities?
Honestly...what Ralph Lauren ad have you seen where they were showcasing their *~*awesome*~* new denim line? NONE. You think prepsters from New England and do not show up in a school girl uniform. That one has its own theme, it's called Schoolgirls. Being preppy is not an occupation - it is a form of dress. It is seersucker.
You wear khakis, boat shoes, loafers, and argyle. Is it really that hard to understand? Pop your damn ass collar and wear pastels. Wearing a grey 3-quarter length henley with a denim skirt does NOT equal preppy. That equals Macy*s.
Example: I went to a "C" party this past semester. That one is as simple as it gets - you wear or dress up as something that begins with the letter C - like cat, cowboy, cowgirl - really, the possibilities are endless.
Granted, some people didn't dress up as anything and just walked around with cordoroys, clogs, and a collared shirt. This one heinous bitch decided to wear cups for a bra.
Okay. Seriously. You CAN NOT walk around with SOLO Cups as a bra. PERIOD. THE END. If your boobs fit into those cups, you shouldn't be walking around showing them off. And if you do choose to walk the path of the fug, at least have the courtesy of wearing something under so it's not as atrocious to the sights of others.
Moreover, I know guys love it when girls are confident - but that's only when they have something to be confident about. This girl's tits are ugly. They are small and yet they are still saggy. That shit should not be shown and advertised to the world. That shit should be found out by a drunken hook-up and then have him be disappointed. Your tits are ugly and they should be put the fuck away. THE END.
PS. 5 minutes into the party, I gave this girl a very long dirty look and she put her shirt on and wore cups around her neck for the rest of the night.
We are ivy league students...we got accepted based on our GPAs, SATs, and countless other things that demonstrate our abilities to read, understand, and use the English language. These theme parties do NOT have SAT-vocab words in their titles/explanations...and yet there are always people who show up looking idiotic.
Example: I went to a "Preppy" party a couple of days ago. Do people not understand what preppy means? Preppy means seersucker, preppy means Ralph Lauren ads, preppy means NO JEANS, preppy means NO SNEAKERS. What the hell was wrong with these people showing up in their denim and their laced monstrocities?
Honestly...what Ralph Lauren ad have you seen where they were showcasing their *~*awesome*~* new denim line? NONE. You think prepsters from New England and do not show up in a school girl uniform. That one has its own theme, it's called Schoolgirls. Being preppy is not an occupation - it is a form of dress. It is seersucker.
You wear khakis, boat shoes, loafers, and argyle. Is it really that hard to understand? Pop your damn ass collar and wear pastels. Wearing a grey 3-quarter length henley with a denim skirt does NOT equal preppy. That equals Macy*s.
Example: I went to a "C" party this past semester. That one is as simple as it gets - you wear or dress up as something that begins with the letter C - like cat, cowboy, cowgirl - really, the possibilities are endless.
Granted, some people didn't dress up as anything and just walked around with cordoroys, clogs, and a collared shirt. This one heinous bitch decided to wear cups for a bra.Okay. Seriously. You CAN NOT walk around with SOLO Cups as a bra. PERIOD. THE END. If your boobs fit into those cups, you shouldn't be walking around showing them off. And if you do choose to walk the path of the fug, at least have the courtesy of wearing something under so it's not as atrocious to the sights of others.
Moreover, I know guys love it when girls are confident - but that's only when they have something to be confident about. This girl's tits are ugly. They are small and yet they are still saggy. That shit should not be shown and advertised to the world. That shit should be found out by a drunken hook-up and then have him be disappointed. Your tits are ugly and they should be put the fuck away. THE END.
PS. 5 minutes into the party, I gave this girl a very long dirty look and she put her shirt on and wore cups around her neck for the rest of the night.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Happy 420
So happy that my phone broke. I was so gone that I couldn't even get upset about it.
Verizon gave me a replacement since it was still on warranty (I bought it 11 months ago). I am my friend's personal hero for the day mostly b/c while the guy at the service desk was trying to sell me another warranty - I basically said "okay no I'm good, thanks," took the receipt, turned around and left.
April just hasn't been a good month for electronics under my care. I'm knocking on wood for this laptop to survive, although I imagine it should - mostly because I don't drop it like with my smaller electronics.
Preppy party tonight...then girls' night!
Verizon gave me a replacement since it was still on warranty (I bought it 11 months ago). I am my friend's personal hero for the day mostly b/c while the guy at the service desk was trying to sell me another warranty - I basically said "okay no I'm good, thanks," took the receipt, turned around and left.
April just hasn't been a good month for electronics under my care. I'm knocking on wood for this laptop to survive, although I imagine it should - mostly because I don't drop it like with my smaller electronics.
Preppy party tonight...then girls' night!
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Group Therapy
I got drunk and asked my hot friend to formal with me...on facebook...drunk...at 2:30am.
then I asked the cradle robbing boy to a party...on facebook...drunk...at 2:40am.
I checked my messages this morning, and got sober replies from both of them
I now have a date to formal, and plans to get drunk with cradle robbing boy next weekend...
I have 2 choices at this point - either get trashed and hope for more good things to come out of it for the rest of the semester, or stop drinking because it's causing me to do a lot of crazy shit.
oh and pradabag, if you ever saw the HMOTD in real life, you would NOT touch the mustache version with a ten foot pole.
then I asked the cradle robbing boy to a party...on facebook...drunk...at 2:40am.
I checked my messages this morning, and got sober replies from both of them
I now have a date to formal, and plans to get drunk with cradle robbing boy next weekend...
I have 2 choices at this point - either get trashed and hope for more good things to come out of it for the rest of the semester, or stop drinking because it's causing me to do a lot of crazy shit.
oh and pradabag, if you ever saw the HMOTD in real life, you would NOT touch the mustache version with a ten foot pole.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
HMOTD
Today's other giant hot mess is none other than Miss *~*Punk Rawk*~* herself, Avril Lavigne.
First, I must admit - girlfriend has FLAWLESS and GORGEOUS skin. I need to be on her skin regimen!
Now that I got that out of the way, she looks like she fell into the Wet -n- Wild section at the local Wal-Mart...which is certainly a shame because I'm sure she spent hundreds of dollars sitting in a nice chair getting her make up and her *~*awesome*~* eyelashes done.
First, the eye liner/shadow makes her look like she's trying out to be a new comicbook villain...or perhaps Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance finally decided he's had enough and she's trying out as the new gothic frontperson of that heinous band...or perhaps she realized she's actually in love with Jared Leto and is trying to court him by imitation of his totally amazing and gorgeous make up for his band 30 Seconds To Mars (in which he wears red eyeshadow and then dipped his eyeballs in coal for the racoon-eyed effect)
Second, the rest of her outfit...
Well, at least she looks like she's having fun. From the other pictures at this event, it seems as if they're celebrating her record release (The Best Damn Thing, came out this Tuesday).
Avril, you are TWENTY-TWO and MARRIED. What the hell are you doing still playing dress up at the Barbie/Pretty Pretty Princess section of Toys R Us? And it seems as if you also got lost looking for that and wound up in GI Jane's boots?
I really thought you got over this time in your life once you signed with Ford Models and actually started dressing your age and wearing make up and shoes that actually worked with the outfit. Understated make up! Cute hair! Cute shoes! (weird chanel bracelet but we'll let that go) But no, you've regressed back to this ridiculousness. One step forward and two steps back eh?
You could have at least matched the pink highlights in your hair with the same shade of pink for your dress.
First, I must admit - girlfriend has FLAWLESS and GORGEOUS skin. I need to be on her skin regimen!
Now that I got that out of the way, she looks like she fell into the Wet -n- Wild section at the local Wal-Mart...which is certainly a shame because I'm sure she spent hundreds of dollars sitting in a nice chair getting her make up and her *~*awesome*~* eyelashes done.
First, the eye liner/shadow makes her look like she's trying out to be a new comicbook villain...or perhaps Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance finally decided he's had enough and she's trying out as the new gothic frontperson of that heinous band...or perhaps she realized she's actually in love with Jared Leto and is trying to court him by imitation of his totally amazing and gorgeous make up for his band 30 Seconds To Mars (in which he wears red eyeshadow and then dipped his eyeballs in coal for the racoon-eyed effect)
Second, the rest of her outfit...
Well, at least she looks like she's having fun. From the other pictures at this event, it seems as if they're celebrating her record release (The Best Damn Thing, came out this Tuesday).
Avril, you are TWENTY-TWO and MARRIED. What the hell are you doing still playing dress up at the Barbie/Pretty Pretty Princess section of Toys R Us? And it seems as if you also got lost looking for that and wound up in GI Jane's boots?
I really thought you got over this time in your life once you signed with Ford Models and actually started dressing your age and wearing make up and shoes that actually worked with the outfit. Understated make up! Cute hair! Cute shoes! (weird chanel bracelet but we'll let that go) But no, you've regressed back to this ridiculousness. One step forward and two steps back eh?
You could have at least matched the pink highlights in your hair with the same shade of pink for your dress.
HMOTD
This is both a hot man and a hot mess of the day - a tribute to the uglyness that is ... the mustache.
See how absolutely adorable he is? So cute you just want to have lots of making out with him. Then he went and grew a mustache and now looks like his own evil twin.
Right now, if I were a young girl, I would be screaming in my head and running the other way because he looks like a 40 year old skeevy immigrant worker who molests children. For some reason, his girlfriend has not made him shave that disgusting facial hair off, perhaps it's to fend off his many admirers (one of which is my friend...who gets happy because he breathed the same air as the boy pictured).
It's not "indie" or "hipster" to look like a fatter version of Marc Anthony...you just look like the skeevy and fat version of a 115 year old vampire.
In any case, the lesson learned is --> unless you want to be perceived as a skeevy perv, do not grow a mustache.
See how absolutely adorable he is? So cute you just want to have lots of making out with him. Then he went and grew a mustache and now looks like his own evil twin.
Right now, if I were a young girl, I would be screaming in my head and running the other way because he looks like a 40 year old skeevy immigrant worker who molests children. For some reason, his girlfriend has not made him shave that disgusting facial hair off, perhaps it's to fend off his many admirers (one of which is my friend...who gets happy because he breathed the same air as the boy pictured).It's not "indie" or "hipster" to look like a fatter version of Marc Anthony...you just look like the skeevy and fat version of a 115 year old vampire.
In any case, the lesson learned is --> unless you want to be perceived as a skeevy perv, do not grow a mustache.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
This Week
This week happens to be one of the most heinous weeks in history.
First, the VTech shooting happened yesterday, and I just really don't understand how you can be so fucked up as to just wake up one day, plan all this shit, and go through with it 2 weeks later.
Boyfriend/girlfriend issues happen ALL THE TIME. There is no reason to plan to kill anyone over this. Your life is not any more ridiculous than anyone else's in this world. People feel like there is going to be some sort of backlash against Asian Americans on college campuses, but I mean seriously, what are you going to do? round up all the senior Korean English majors on campus and put them on the quad? It's a shame it had to be a minority, because I really thought it was going to be some redneck from a surrounding town who just went completely crazy.
Judging as how VTech has been surrounded by this sort of controversy (like the 2 bomb threats from April alone) maybe they should toughen up their admissions policy/psychological services.
I'm wearing orange today. Today, we're all Hokies.
Second, Columbia University graduate student was beaten and raped by a man who held her hostage for 17 hours. He raped her repeatedly and tortured her by pouring various chemicals on her body to burn her. The only reason she escaped is because he set fire to the futon that he tied her onto in an attempt to get rid of the "evidence" and she used to fire to set herself free from the ropes and escaped. He was so vicious he slit her eyelids. You can read more about the heinous acts here.
Third, it's the week of the anniversary of the Columbine shootings.
Fourth, it's Hitler's birthday.
Fifth, it's when the Warsaw ghettos were completely cleaned out.
Sixth, it's also the anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing.
First, the VTech shooting happened yesterday, and I just really don't understand how you can be so fucked up as to just wake up one day, plan all this shit, and go through with it 2 weeks later.
Boyfriend/girlfriend issues happen ALL THE TIME. There is no reason to plan to kill anyone over this. Your life is not any more ridiculous than anyone else's in this world. People feel like there is going to be some sort of backlash against Asian Americans on college campuses, but I mean seriously, what are you going to do? round up all the senior Korean English majors on campus and put them on the quad? It's a shame it had to be a minority, because I really thought it was going to be some redneck from a surrounding town who just went completely crazy.
Judging as how VTech has been surrounded by this sort of controversy (like the 2 bomb threats from April alone) maybe they should toughen up their admissions policy/psychological services.
I'm wearing orange today. Today, we're all Hokies.
Second, Columbia University graduate student was beaten and raped by a man who held her hostage for 17 hours. He raped her repeatedly and tortured her by pouring various chemicals on her body to burn her. The only reason she escaped is because he set fire to the futon that he tied her onto in an attempt to get rid of the "evidence" and she used to fire to set herself free from the ropes and escaped. He was so vicious he slit her eyelids. You can read more about the heinous acts here.
Third, it's the week of the anniversary of the Columbine shootings.
Fourth, it's Hitler's birthday.
Fifth, it's when the Warsaw ghettos were completely cleaned out.
Sixth, it's also the anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Menz Update
Bar Boy (28yo townie) is painfully nice and adorable. Even though I'm over it I still have to see him every night I go to his bar and I feel bad so I inadvertently lead him on by hugging him and talking to him all the time.
Football Boy (20yo student) slapped a girl over the weekend because she slapped him for no reason. Then the idiot of a girl called the cops on him and of course they couldn't do anything about it. weirdest story I've heard in a while...because people would preface the incident with "oh I heard it was a domestic disturbance." Apparently he had (or has!!?!) a girlfriend, so I don't know what the hell his ass was doing in my room at 1:30 in the morning unannounced, trying to confess his love for me.
Jew Boy (21yo student) is on the minds of one of my friends solely because she believes we are truly destined to have little indie Jew babies. Bear in mind, I have not spoken to this jewboy since it happened, and when we ran into each other at one of the bars a week later we completely ignored each other's presence.
Cradle Robbing Boy (18yo student) is the most adorable thing ever, thinks I'm cute and is apparently really shy (and yet noticed that I have "a nice rack.") We'll see where that goes.
The Boy (24yo professional) is still the most adorable, nice, adoring boyfriend in the world, but it just is not meant to be, and we're completely broken up and yet still maintain our "friendship" aka we talk a lot and will probably have lots of sex when I see him in the summer.
so basically, I'm surrounded by adorable and nice men, and yet I don't want any of them.
Gee, what a problem to have eh?
Football Boy (20yo student) slapped a girl over the weekend because she slapped him for no reason. Then the idiot of a girl called the cops on him and of course they couldn't do anything about it. weirdest story I've heard in a while...because people would preface the incident with "oh I heard it was a domestic disturbance." Apparently he had (or has!!?!) a girlfriend, so I don't know what the hell his ass was doing in my room at 1:30 in the morning unannounced, trying to confess his love for me.
Jew Boy (21yo student) is on the minds of one of my friends solely because she believes we are truly destined to have little indie Jew babies. Bear in mind, I have not spoken to this jewboy since it happened, and when we ran into each other at one of the bars a week later we completely ignored each other's presence.
Cradle Robbing Boy (18yo student) is the most adorable thing ever, thinks I'm cute and is apparently really shy (and yet noticed that I have "a nice rack.") We'll see where that goes.
The Boy (24yo professional) is still the most adorable, nice, adoring boyfriend in the world, but it just is not meant to be, and we're completely broken up and yet still maintain our "friendship" aka we talk a lot and will probably have lots of sex when I see him in the summer.
so basically, I'm surrounded by adorable and nice men, and yet I don't want any of them.
Gee, what a problem to have eh?
Hot Mess of the Day
photo courtesy of cornerofbeyonce.comBeyonce Knowles performing in Japan, the unbe-weave-able tour.
Weekend Away
Friday: got to the city, wandered around Midtown area with my cousin, window shopping along with actually buying things (2 cute summery dresses!!). It sucked a bit b/c I had a good portion of stuff with me, but she lives about an hour 1/2 away so I didn't feel like going back and then coming to shop more. We eneded up in Chinatown later b/c I was hungry and needed REAL food.
Ghetto part of my day: my cellphone died so we walked into a random Starbucks, and stood behind these 2 old ladies sitting next to an outlet until they got up a left so we could sit down for 20min and charge my phone.
Went to eat --> for anyone who actually goes to Chinatown - they DO NOT take credit cards!! I thought I was going to starve to death because I literally had 12.96$ in my checking account and there was no Bank of America ATM in sight. Anyway, my cousin spotted me and we actually got to eat and it was all good.
After dinner we walked to SoHo and bummed around there for a while - really great shopping, I must admit, and if I ever get depressed about anything I could just walk around these stores and feel better, unlike now where I just brood in misery.
Saturday: visited a 1L that I knew from college...learned a LOT more about the school, and still absolutely loved it, so I'm REALLY excited about August. He also lives in the apartments that I had applied for through housing, and his apt was pretty nice, clean, and new so that was good.
After that, I met up with another friend and ended up in SoHo for dinner/drinks. Okay, by dinner I mean we ate bull penis (not good at all, really chewy), salted cow tongue (like chewy beef, not too bad), and fried frog (too little meat, but the flavor was good). And by drinks I mean we drank 2 1/2 pitchers by ourselves and had to give the other pitcher away to another table. Then we went to some bar and got even more trashed and some dude bought shots for us, then ended up at a wine/beer bar around 3am. Not sure what happened after that or exactly the time, but all I know is we got lost looking for the subways, and I was on her couch in her apt at 6:30am.
Complete and giant mess at NYC and I love it...!
Ghetto part of my day: my cellphone died so we walked into a random Starbucks, and stood behind these 2 old ladies sitting next to an outlet until they got up a left so we could sit down for 20min and charge my phone.
Went to eat --> for anyone who actually goes to Chinatown - they DO NOT take credit cards!! I thought I was going to starve to death because I literally had 12.96$ in my checking account and there was no Bank of America ATM in sight. Anyway, my cousin spotted me and we actually got to eat and it was all good.
After dinner we walked to SoHo and bummed around there for a while - really great shopping, I must admit, and if I ever get depressed about anything I could just walk around these stores and feel better, unlike now where I just brood in misery.
Saturday: visited a 1L that I knew from college...learned a LOT more about the school, and still absolutely loved it, so I'm REALLY excited about August. He also lives in the apartments that I had applied for through housing, and his apt was pretty nice, clean, and new so that was good.
After that, I met up with another friend and ended up in SoHo for dinner/drinks. Okay, by dinner I mean we ate bull penis (not good at all, really chewy), salted cow tongue (like chewy beef, not too bad), and fried frog (too little meat, but the flavor was good). And by drinks I mean we drank 2 1/2 pitchers by ourselves and had to give the other pitcher away to another table. Then we went to some bar and got even more trashed and some dude bought shots for us, then ended up at a wine/beer bar around 3am. Not sure what happened after that or exactly the time, but all I know is we got lost looking for the subways, and I was on her couch in her apt at 6:30am.
Complete and giant mess at NYC and I love it...!
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Casual Encounters Part II
I just found another friend of mine with a personal ad on craigslist
I like to go on there when I'm bored to find people who are more desperate than I am, and then chuckle...except when I find people that I know it makes me a little sad for them.
I like to go on there when I'm bored to find people who are more desperate than I am, and then chuckle...except when I find people that I know it makes me a little sad for them.
my so-called life
My head still hurts. It is 3PM.
Last night was a giant mess. I hit on a 20something 2nd-year MBA student without meaning to. THAT was awkward. He seemed cute from what I could remember. I was yelling at and gesturing to HGF at the bar and that guy ended up next to me, talking to me and whatnot. Then we ended up at another bar with him and his friend and I got a free drink out of that whole ordeal.
Lots of drunken dancing..eating..etc.
The only reason I woke up this morning is because I had to take senior portraits. This is how messed up my day has been:
1. I show up to the session for Class of 2008 portraits because I just never got to the seven bazillion sessions that were here last semester/earlier this semester.
2. I show up with $4 because I was too hungover to make sure I had enough money for the $5 sitting fee.
3. I go to the ATM to get money and start walking in the wrong direction. I get to the pizza place and realize that my ATM was NOT, as I had originally thought, on a street corner.
4. I am still planning on getting trashed tonight.
I think I was inadvertently hitting on the photographer too. I think I was drunk and hungover at the same time. It was quite a mess. I almost told him to go to the bars with me and my friends, but I think that would have been a little too inappropriate. He had really pretty eyes though.
yay senior year...?
Last night was a giant mess. I hit on a 20something 2nd-year MBA student without meaning to. THAT was awkward. He seemed cute from what I could remember. I was yelling at and gesturing to HGF at the bar and that guy ended up next to me, talking to me and whatnot. Then we ended up at another bar with him and his friend and I got a free drink out of that whole ordeal.
Lots of drunken dancing..eating..etc.
The only reason I woke up this morning is because I had to take senior portraits. This is how messed up my day has been:
1. I show up to the session for Class of 2008 portraits because I just never got to the seven bazillion sessions that were here last semester/earlier this semester.
2. I show up with $4 because I was too hungover to make sure I had enough money for the $5 sitting fee.
3. I go to the ATM to get money and start walking in the wrong direction. I get to the pizza place and realize that my ATM was NOT, as I had originally thought, on a street corner.
4. I am still planning on getting trashed tonight.
I think I was inadvertently hitting on the photographer too. I think I was drunk and hungover at the same time. It was quite a mess. I almost told him to go to the bars with me and my friends, but I think that would have been a little too inappropriate. He had really pretty eyes though.
yay senior year...?
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
alcoholism
you know you are an overworked, stressed out, alcoholic college student when alcohol starts reminding you of people you know.
for example: the three olives vodka reminds me of this heinous bitch i will refer to as CB. Last year, she told us she'd take us to the grocery store to buy some brownie mix so we can make brownies...we waited for 2 hours for her and she never took us. HGF steps up to the plate and goes and buys the brownie mix for us...except that bitch of a person CB gives HGF money to buy HER liquor and not even offering to drive him to the liquor store or to pick him back up.
example 2: tequila is associated with Pradabag because he loves that shit and it keeps him warm because lord knows the heater in his house doesn't.unfortunately for most of my friends, most alcohol is associated with them.
Jagermeister, for when HGF has to go to the library so he does a jager bomb and walks to the library.
Absolut Ruby Red, for HBF because she drinks that shit like it's juice.
Chopin, for HJF because he complains when the liquor store doesn't have the 1.5L instead of the 750mL of that vodka.
Niagara mist wine, for everyone on wine tour when we drank one bottle of wine per 5 minutes
Sangria, for seeming to be the safest drink, and yet the most lethal because it floors us like no other.
Casual Encounters
I must admit, people on this campus never seem top exceed my expectations in their ridiculousness.
I thought last night was strange!
Today I found out some *~*~gossip~*~* regarding a friend of mine, and I am just blown away by how outrageous that person is.
Casual encounters of a different kind faciliated by the *~*internetz*~*...if you know what I mean.
I thought last night was strange!
Today I found out some *~*~gossip~*~* regarding a friend of mine, and I am just blown away by how outrageous that person is.
Casual encounters of a different kind faciliated by the *~*internetz*~*...if you know what I mean.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
o..m..g..
FB (football boy) came to talk to me yesterday. Unannounced. At 1:30AM.
I haven't talked to him since last semester, and he tells me that apparently he's liked me for a really long time, and he can't forget about me.
...........awkward. I think he might have been tripping on acid, or just was really really high. That would have explained some.
WTF is with my attracting really awkward and out of it and yet sincerely nice and cute boys that I just am not that attracted to?
I haven't talked to him since last semester, and he tells me that apparently he's liked me for a really long time, and he can't forget about me.
...........awkward. I think he might have been tripping on acid, or just was really really high. That would have explained some.
WTF is with my attracting really awkward and out of it and yet sincerely nice and cute boys that I just am not that attracted to?
Got Zoloft?
This weather is making me completely depressed again. I think I've always had a problem with depression, because in high school I'd have these really melodramatic periods where I'd cry for no reason. It was better handled in high school since I actually had to be around people and my parents. The weather was so much better, and I could just handle it a lot better.
Nowadays, every time I walk by a bridge I always think about jumping off the bridge, and just how easily that could be done. Those are some really dark moments, but I always end up thinking that I don't want to die...so then I just tell myself that I'm not depressed.
Last night I had a dream that I had died. I don't think I woke up to be even fazed by it. I didn't think about it twice. It was odd, mostly because in the dream, I died because I fell and cracked my head open.
There's no reason for me to be depressed, and it's true with all those stupidass commercials, because I do feel like I am hurting people around me. The boy isn't exactly getting the best or even the mediocre girl that he could have, and last time I was this depressed, I stopped talking to my parents for about 4 weeks straight and they thought I got kidnapped.
I think I'm just sick of life right now because I don't see a point in it. I have a future, and these next 5-6 weeks are just a complete waste of my time, and I'd rather fall into a drug-induced coma for 6 weeks than deal with 20degree snowfalls every day. I need a vacation from life.
I'm going away this weekend, at least.
Nowadays, every time I walk by a bridge I always think about jumping off the bridge, and just how easily that could be done. Those are some really dark moments, but I always end up thinking that I don't want to die...so then I just tell myself that I'm not depressed.
Last night I had a dream that I had died. I don't think I woke up to be even fazed by it. I didn't think about it twice. It was odd, mostly because in the dream, I died because I fell and cracked my head open.
There's no reason for me to be depressed, and it's true with all those stupidass commercials, because I do feel like I am hurting people around me. The boy isn't exactly getting the best or even the mediocre girl that he could have, and last time I was this depressed, I stopped talking to my parents for about 4 weeks straight and they thought I got kidnapped.
I think I'm just sick of life right now because I don't see a point in it. I have a future, and these next 5-6 weeks are just a complete waste of my time, and I'd rather fall into a drug-induced coma for 6 weeks than deal with 20degree snowfalls every day. I need a vacation from life.
I'm going away this weekend, at least.
Monday, April 9, 2007
Hot Mess of The Day
Kate Moss hanging out with Beth Ditto (right) of The Gossip (re: previous HMOTD entry) and another hefty gal-pal after The Gossip concert. What concerns me isn't the fact that Cocaine Kate is flanked by 2 Michelin Tire Men, but rather the fact that these people are wearing TIGHTS that barely cover their derriere and their ginormous thighs.
For example: You need to upgrade to PANTS when simply walking in them stretches tights to the point that we can see the parts that are NOT MEANT TO BE SEEN.I pity the people walking behind this gaggle of gals, because I doubt Kate's ass is anywhere to be seen when mixed in between these two and their lardy asses that are "covered" by bright pink and almost sheer tights.
My retinas are burning.
This is bullshit!!!
It's been snowing for the past 5 days. It won't stop snowing till Thursday...then it starts raining until at least next Wednesday.
What..the..fuck...?
I need to get on a bus (or plane) and go SOMEWHERE ELSE and just hibernate there for a while.
What..the..fuck...?
I need to get on a bus (or plane) and go SOMEWHERE ELSE and just hibernate there for a while.
Friday, April 6, 2007
Whachoo Know About Thaat?
T.I. + TV on the Radio = May 2007.
I know all about that.
My inner ghetto gangsta self came out in full force when the paper announced that T.I. was coming to campus, with his supporting act being indie phe-nom TV on the Radio. Moreover, I found out Beyonce is going back on tour, coming to my city 2 days before my birthday.
I'm pissed about our convocation speaker though. I don't really want to be inspired by someone who just got fired from her job. Good Lord, the senior class council needs to get their act together. Why couldn't we have gotten Ed Helms? That would have been awesome AND appropriate.
I know all about that.
My inner ghetto gangsta self came out in full force when the paper announced that T.I. was coming to campus, with his supporting act being indie phe-nom TV on the Radio. Moreover, I found out Beyonce is going back on tour, coming to my city 2 days before my birthday.
I'm pissed about our convocation speaker though. I don't really want to be inspired by someone who just got fired from her job. Good Lord, the senior class council needs to get their act together. Why couldn't we have gotten Ed Helms? That would have been awesome AND appropriate.
the night before today
wow, I feel like a sack of bricks punched me in the stomach. Note to self and others - taking shots of Beefeater 47% gin is NOT a good idea when you did not eat dinner, because you can FEEL your stomach burning...in WAVES. Actually, I can feel my stomach burning NOW as I reminisce last night.
I got home trashed and did a lot of regrettable facebook messaging. I made some regrettable food choices (burritos are NOT the way to go). I met someone who's going to the same law school next semester, that was pretty cool...except for the fact that he told me he's met me before at his fraternity house (I don't even go there, unless it was over the summer because we were there a lot to party by ourselves), and I swear I have never seen him in my life...but whatever.
I try not to put mental effort into remembering people on this campus (because they're all dead to me) unless it's someone whose company I actually enjoy.
I got home trashed and did a lot of regrettable facebook messaging. I made some regrettable food choices (burritos are NOT the way to go). I met someone who's going to the same law school next semester, that was pretty cool...except for the fact that he told me he's met me before at his fraternity house (I don't even go there, unless it was over the summer because we were there a lot to party by ourselves), and I swear I have never seen him in my life...but whatever.
I try not to put mental effort into remembering people on this campus (because they're all dead to me) unless it's someone whose company I actually enjoy.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Mr. Hankey
I tried my hardest not to care, because honestly, I really thought I didn't...until everyone else started caring.
Now I can't get thoughts of that boy out of my head, and I don't really want to tell anyone, because I don't want to validate their what-I-thought-were empty conjectures and have them do idiotic things on my behalf (like text messaging the boy's housemate for his number...) or make me do even more moronic things.
Moreover, I can't escape him because everyone else is caught up in it, and everywhere I go there is something that reminds me of him - like seeing his housemates at liquor stores and having that really awkward moment of mutual recognition and shame.
For some reason, I feel ashamed for even liking this boy. I have no idea why. He's cute, smart, and we have a ton of things in common. Yet, for an unknown reason, I feel like I have a crush on the high school ogre and everyone will make fun of me if it is revealed...when that's completely not the case. Something about this situation is making me feel really apprehensive about approaching anything with this boy, and yet I have those romantic notions (fueled by my friends' wild speculations no less) that I have all the time of a courtship turned serious, and then just having lots of cute babies running around.
Yep, I am delusional, my brain is melting in a sea of alcohol in my skull.
Now I can't get thoughts of that boy out of my head, and I don't really want to tell anyone, because I don't want to validate their what-I-thought-were empty conjectures and have them do idiotic things on my behalf (like text messaging the boy's housemate for his number...) or make me do even more moronic things.
Moreover, I can't escape him because everyone else is caught up in it, and everywhere I go there is something that reminds me of him - like seeing his housemates at liquor stores and having that really awkward moment of mutual recognition and shame.
For some reason, I feel ashamed for even liking this boy. I have no idea why. He's cute, smart, and we have a ton of things in common. Yet, for an unknown reason, I feel like I have a crush on the high school ogre and everyone will make fun of me if it is revealed...when that's completely not the case. Something about this situation is making me feel really apprehensive about approaching anything with this boy, and yet I have those romantic notions (fueled by my friends' wild speculations no less) that I have all the time of a courtship turned serious, and then just having lots of cute babies running around.
Yep, I am delusional, my brain is melting in a sea of alcohol in my skull.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
I'm going to get what I want.
I'm signed up to do about 60$ worth of experiments in the next 2 weeks to cover my drunken alcohol spending, so I decided to do some pre-emptive browsing on various websites for new purchases.
I really need (want) a pair of real ghetto and hideously bright Nikes. My secret wish is to be fabulously fierce and ghetto, and yet I know in real life my semi-WASP upbringing will render my "ghetto" style as hilarious and revolting as an obese person in a bikini on a trampoline. No matter- I found these gorgeous ladies
(Nike Internationalists) on Urbanoutfitters.com, $55, but all sizes are backordered till 4/25. Damn. I want to have these.
I really need (want) a pair of real ghetto and hideously bright Nikes. My secret wish is to be fabulously fierce and ghetto, and yet I know in real life my semi-WASP upbringing will render my "ghetto" style as hilarious and revolting as an obese person in a bikini on a trampoline. No matter- I found these gorgeous ladies
(Nike Internationalists) on Urbanoutfitters.com, $55, but all sizes are backordered till 4/25. Damn. I want to have these.back, back, back it up
image from www.apple.com/ipodnano
At one point I was carrying my laptop around and decided to just put my headphones on. That made me realize how desperate I really was, and thus today, I got my ass to the store and bought a 2 gig iPod nano.
I figure I can use this to tide me over at the gym/on my walks until I actually get the money for an 80gig, or maybe by that time there will be a 120gig, and the 80gig will be cheap(er). Since this thing won't be used as often, I gave it the entirely too creative name of Back Up...as in, the back up iPod for when (because it will eventually) the next one dies.
Too bad I didn't think of this before Isabelly died.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
I learned how to flirt.
I skipped 2 of my 3 classes today to 1)go to a psych experiment to earn $5 to put in the bank account so I can buy booze/cigarettes, and 2)sit outside because it was gorgeous with my friends and make fun of everyone who walked by.
There was a pre-frosh and his mom who walked by while we were re-enacting the Mobile, Alabama leprechaun case (amateur sketch anyone?) in a fake southern accent talking about how we needed to get a hold of that stuff that made the crackhead go up in the tree and pretend to be a leprechaun...Anyway, I hope the pre-frosh decides to come here just because we are utterly ridiculous like this.
There is some bullshit going on with the weather. I mean yesterday and today it was in the 60s, sunny, breezy, BOOTYFUL in general. However, Thursday through all of NEXT WEEK is snow, rain, and in the 20s-30s for the highs.
Ire. A lot of ire.
There was a pre-frosh and his mom who walked by while we were re-enacting the Mobile, Alabama leprechaun case (amateur sketch anyone?) in a fake southern accent talking about how we needed to get a hold of that stuff that made the crackhead go up in the tree and pretend to be a leprechaun...Anyway, I hope the pre-frosh decides to come here just because we are utterly ridiculous like this.
There is some bullshit going on with the weather. I mean yesterday and today it was in the 60s, sunny, breezy, BOOTYFUL in general. However, Thursday through all of NEXT WEEK is snow, rain, and in the 20s-30s for the highs.
Ire. A lot of ire.
Monday, April 2, 2007
Post-Natal Abortions
!!!!!!UPDATE!!!!!
AA sent out yet ANOTHER email explaining that the blue tape has been recovered. Oh goody! I really just couldn't take the suspense of the Tale of the Missing Blue Tape! Thank the Lord it has finally been solved!!! stupidity FTW! This is one of the reasons I believe in post-natal abortion.
(end rant)
in other news, I wish I were as fierce as Beyonce. I really do. I want her fierce hair and her badonkadonk. I also covet her shoe collection. I mean look at her on the red carpet at the Grammy's - the old and the young ogle and want her bootylicious self.
On top of that, she's comfortable in her lady humps and curves, while my butt is at the gym 5 days a week because I go to school with anorexics and coke fiends.
Although it must be noted that while the Grammy dress was spectacular on her in color and fit, this particular bikini top is doing nothing for her lady lumps. That left boobs has been chopped into 3 different parts, and the right boob got split in half. However, only the fierce Beyonce can pull this off and not look as ridiculous as most people would because of her *~*~*~sultry hair~*~*~*
oh Bee, i'll let you upgrade me.
AA sent out yet ANOTHER email explaining that the blue tape has been recovered. Oh goody! I really just couldn't take the suspense of the Tale of the Missing Blue Tape! Thank the Lord it has finally been solved!!! stupidity FTW! This is one of the reasons I believe in post-natal abortion.
(end rant)
in other news, I wish I were as fierce as Beyonce. I really do. I want her fierce hair and her badonkadonk. I also covet her shoe collection. I mean look at her on the red carpet at the Grammy's - the old and the young ogle and want her bootylicious self.
On top of that, she's comfortable in her lady humps and curves, while my butt is at the gym 5 days a week because I go to school with anorexics and coke fiends.
Although it must be noted that while the Grammy dress was spectacular on her in color and fit, this particular bikini top is doing nothing for her lady lumps. That left boobs has been chopped into 3 different parts, and the right boob got split in half. However, only the fierce Beyonce can pull this off and not look as ridiculous as most people would because of her *~*~*~sultry hair~*~*~*
oh Bee, i'll let you upgrade me.
I give up.
I am just BAFFLED at the amount of stupidity that surrounds me at this prestigious institution.
I'm sorry Administrative Assistant (AA), but can you please NOT clog my inbox with incoherent emails about your "role" of blue tape to put up posters? Do you really believe I have nothing better to do with my time than go around stealing tape so that I can perform YOUR job rather than sit on my ass and procrastinate the minute amount of work that I actually have?
I try to avoid this type of ridiculousness at any cost, but some things, like repeated emails, are completely unavoidable. I can't believe AA had the nerve to include the fact that she cannot perform her daily tasks due to this disruption. Hell, go to the main office and get some tape. Do you really think it's going to matter if you don't stick up new posters or take down posters that are expired today instead of tomorrow?
This anger is also brimming from the fact that my stupid sorority (SS) is run by a group of sophomores that I'd like to refer to as the JUNTA, or otherwise known as self-righteous bitches who have metal rods up their asses. I've already boycotted chapter for the better part of the semester due to the junta's idiotic and haphazard enforcement of even more idiotic rules. They must be boycotting sanity and common sense. Way to piss off seniors.
I feel bad b/c I haven't seen many girls that I actually can stand, but if they're really my friends they'll see me in other capacities rather than just at chapter. In the newest addition to the junta's ban on sanity, they've decided to charge people to go to our crush party. I'm sorry, but the SS is not full of fun partiers who like to drink a lot and have a ridiculous time at parties. Rather, they like to yell at and talk shit about people who do. So thus, I'm stealing those FUN PEOPLE from the crush party and having our own shindig.
I hope those bitches have fun with dumb Dorks Till Death frat boys and other socially AWKWARD people while sipping on the BEAST and ANDRE in an EMPTY and LAME party while my friends and I are being giant messes and drinking QUALITY alcoholic beverages.
oh and also, I cannot begin to deal with my complicated, not-even-significant other and our issues at this point. I haven't talked to him for 3 days, and at this point I think it's better that I don't talk to him until my ass is done with the semester.
I'm sorry Administrative Assistant (AA), but can you please NOT clog my inbox with incoherent emails about your "role" of blue tape to put up posters? Do you really believe I have nothing better to do with my time than go around stealing tape so that I can perform YOUR job rather than sit on my ass and procrastinate the minute amount of work that I actually have?
I try to avoid this type of ridiculousness at any cost, but some things, like repeated emails, are completely unavoidable. I can't believe AA had the nerve to include the fact that she cannot perform her daily tasks due to this disruption. Hell, go to the main office and get some tape. Do you really think it's going to matter if you don't stick up new posters or take down posters that are expired today instead of tomorrow?
This anger is also brimming from the fact that my stupid sorority (SS) is run by a group of sophomores that I'd like to refer to as the JUNTA, or otherwise known as self-righteous bitches who have metal rods up their asses. I've already boycotted chapter for the better part of the semester due to the junta's idiotic and haphazard enforcement of even more idiotic rules. They must be boycotting sanity and common sense. Way to piss off seniors.
I feel bad b/c I haven't seen many girls that I actually can stand, but if they're really my friends they'll see me in other capacities rather than just at chapter. In the newest addition to the junta's ban on sanity, they've decided to charge people to go to our crush party. I'm sorry, but the SS is not full of fun partiers who like to drink a lot and have a ridiculous time at parties. Rather, they like to yell at and talk shit about people who do. So thus, I'm stealing those FUN PEOPLE from the crush party and having our own shindig.
I hope those bitches have fun with dumb Dorks Till Death frat boys and other socially AWKWARD people while sipping on the BEAST and ANDRE in an EMPTY and LAME party while my friends and I are being giant messes and drinking QUALITY alcoholic beverages.
oh and also, I cannot begin to deal with my complicated, not-even-significant other and our issues at this point. I haven't talked to him for 3 days, and at this point I think it's better that I don't talk to him until my ass is done with the semester.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
CWtv
Listen CW,
if you want to be all technologically advanced and make me a)use Internet Explorer instead of Firefox and b)download some bullshit software so I can watch America's Next Top Model online, the least you can do is upload the episodes online the day after the show airs.
IT HAS BEEN 3 DAYS, and YouTube keeps on taking down the uploaded 6th episode.
damnit, I need my Tyra drama!
if you want to be all technologically advanced and make me a)use Internet Explorer instead of Firefox and b)download some bullshit software so I can watch America's Next Top Model online, the least you can do is upload the episodes online the day after the show airs.
IT HAS BEEN 3 DAYS, and YouTube keeps on taking down the uploaded 6th episode.
damnit, I need my Tyra drama!
Hot Mess OTD - Me...
Skye, this is what you're missing out on while your butt is chasing JGL and models in Paris. I MISS YOU.
Thursday: dinner date with a certain 28 year old, proceeding to go to the laundry mat and talk about the date with Head Gay Friend (HGF from now on). Head to HGF's apartment, made my 5shot LIT...and watched South Park with Blonde Girl (BG), Gaysian, and someone who's not worth mentioning or giving a name for. Everyone's drunk and we head out to the bars. It was my friend's 22nd birthday, so everyone was buying everyone else shots...and that's when I fell head first into a pool of tequila.
I started talking to my TA from 3 semesters ago, who was there without his wife(!) and apparently was being a giant ghetto mess on the dance floor and everywhere else. HGF decided to hook up with a boy that we openly refer to as Lobotomy Boy, mostly because whenever he dances his mouth hangs open as if he has had a lobotomy. Things heat up from there, as my drunk butt decided it'd be good to hook them up (hello, I do enjoy in watching the demise of others)...and they hooked up in other ways that night other than on the dance floor.
Me, on the other hand, ended up taking the bus home, having to talk to the bus driver so I can focus on something that wasn't moving.
Friday: Hungover the entire day, decide to go to an apt party. We were the first ones there, but I had to go hide off in my friend's bedroom because HGF decided to bring some people that I don't like to be around. Finally other people persuaded us to get out of the bedroom and be social in the dark living room, so I sat there until I decided that I should probably get a drink. Fast forward and I'm talking to a boy. The party got hoppin' after a while, but I really did not want to be social outside due to the amount of smelly old foreign men that were there, and I was content in my friend's bedroom drinking, talking to the boy, and listening to the gay cast of Dreamgirls bitch about everyone and everything.
Awkward and bizarre moments of the night includes 1) making out on the dance floor with the boy and hearing some random man go "OH THAT'S SEXY" while his face is literally 6inches away from ours. 2) awkward dancing as if that's what a college boy is supposed to do if he wants to court a girl he met at a party. 3) intense amount of spooning that occured post-coitus and then not asking for my number, and leaving me with "I'll see you around campus" --> awkward AND bizarre. 4) someone telling me he usually likes to get to know people and not engage in such behavior until a week or two later...so I have no idea where that leaves me.
Saturday: Jazz band from Cali, finishing off a bottle of Captain Morgan's in friend's room during the show, and awkward moments attempting to not notice the fact that boy from last night was at the same show. Fast forward to an even more awkward party...full of socially awkward grad students (hopefully I will not be one of those next year) dancing to bizarre 80s throwback music. I drink something that tastes like catpiss.
Good things: housemate from last night apologized for yelling at me this morning for waking him up; met some random kid from Philly and told him not to go to grad school here; HGF met up with me here and made a giant fool of himself dancing with his shirt rolled up to show his stomach. I still find it humorous that people still question his sexuality when it is so blatant that he clearly enjoys the cock. He is by no means a femme, and he tends to not like femmes in general, but he still exudes an aura of gay that you just can't deny. When I first met HGF, I outrightly asked if he were gay, and since this was at the time of his self-denial, he adamantly protested and denied my allegations. A lot has changed since then...like his drinking alcohol like water among others.
Spent the night at HGF's apt...Awkward and bizarre moment of the night: boy from last semester who crushed on me and who got crushed by me called me at 3:30AM...needless to say, I did not answer the phone, and HGF and I both drunkenly decided that it was a dream and that did not happen in reality. More awkward this morning while eating brunch at a local cafe --> staring out the window, bitching about the rain, and seeing boy from Friday walking towards the cafe in the rain.
Thursday: dinner date with a certain 28 year old, proceeding to go to the laundry mat and talk about the date with Head Gay Friend (HGF from now on). Head to HGF's apartment, made my 5shot LIT...and watched South Park with Blonde Girl (BG), Gaysian, and someone who's not worth mentioning or giving a name for. Everyone's drunk and we head out to the bars. It was my friend's 22nd birthday, so everyone was buying everyone else shots...and that's when I fell head first into a pool of tequila.
I started talking to my TA from 3 semesters ago, who was there without his wife(!) and apparently was being a giant ghetto mess on the dance floor and everywhere else. HGF decided to hook up with a boy that we openly refer to as Lobotomy Boy, mostly because whenever he dances his mouth hangs open as if he has had a lobotomy. Things heat up from there, as my drunk butt decided it'd be good to hook them up (hello, I do enjoy in watching the demise of others)...and they hooked up in other ways that night other than on the dance floor.
Me, on the other hand, ended up taking the bus home, having to talk to the bus driver so I can focus on something that wasn't moving.
Friday: Hungover the entire day, decide to go to an apt party. We were the first ones there, but I had to go hide off in my friend's bedroom because HGF decided to bring some people that I don't like to be around. Finally other people persuaded us to get out of the bedroom and be social in the dark living room, so I sat there until I decided that I should probably get a drink. Fast forward and I'm talking to a boy. The party got hoppin' after a while, but I really did not want to be social outside due to the amount of smelly old foreign men that were there, and I was content in my friend's bedroom drinking, talking to the boy, and listening to the gay cast of Dreamgirls bitch about everyone and everything.
Awkward and bizarre moments of the night includes 1) making out on the dance floor with the boy and hearing some random man go "OH THAT'S SEXY" while his face is literally 6inches away from ours. 2) awkward dancing as if that's what a college boy is supposed to do if he wants to court a girl he met at a party. 3) intense amount of spooning that occured post-coitus and then not asking for my number, and leaving me with "I'll see you around campus" --> awkward AND bizarre. 4) someone telling me he usually likes to get to know people and not engage in such behavior until a week or two later...so I have no idea where that leaves me.
Saturday: Jazz band from Cali, finishing off a bottle of Captain Morgan's in friend's room during the show, and awkward moments attempting to not notice the fact that boy from last night was at the same show. Fast forward to an even more awkward party...full of socially awkward grad students (hopefully I will not be one of those next year) dancing to bizarre 80s throwback music. I drink something that tastes like catpiss.
Good things: housemate from last night apologized for yelling at me this morning for waking him up; met some random kid from Philly and told him not to go to grad school here; HGF met up with me here and made a giant fool of himself dancing with his shirt rolled up to show his stomach. I still find it humorous that people still question his sexuality when it is so blatant that he clearly enjoys the cock. He is by no means a femme, and he tends to not like femmes in general, but he still exudes an aura of gay that you just can't deny. When I first met HGF, I outrightly asked if he were gay, and since this was at the time of his self-denial, he adamantly protested and denied my allegations. A lot has changed since then...like his drinking alcohol like water among others.
Spent the night at HGF's apt...Awkward and bizarre moment of the night: boy from last semester who crushed on me and who got crushed by me called me at 3:30AM...needless to say, I did not answer the phone, and HGF and I both drunkenly decided that it was a dream and that did not happen in reality. More awkward this morning while eating brunch at a local cafe --> staring out the window, bitching about the rain, and seeing boy from Friday walking towards the cafe in the rain.
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