real post

Going out with a cute man tonight. We'll see how this goes...hopefully well, haha. I'm supposed to call him to make plans, what the hell? Why me? I hate calling people on the phone! I just graduated from college, I still use AIM...I don't know what the rules are about calling boys when they tell you to call them after 5pm...when exactly do you call? 5:30? 6:02? 7:18? I'm going with 6:02...whatever.

I have to be at work at 8am tomorrow, OMG, NOT COOL. I'm going to need like 4 shots of espresso to 1)cut down on the hungover-ness, and 2) help me function at that ungodly hour.

Things I'm currently addicted to - season 2 of Big Love, The Click Five's new album (less cheesy pop, new lead singer with a more soulful voice), and (shamefully) Billy Ray Cyrus' son's band Metro Station (eletronic-pop-indie-esque)...so you can see those songs being spammed from last.fm

Tomorrow night - a coworker's birthday party. It's kind of weird that he even invited me, because I probably see him once a week at work and we don't like, you know, call each other and hang out or whatever. I might have to take a shot or two before I drive over to the party tomorrow night.

HMOTD - CoCo

Okay I've decided that I can't just post ONE photo of the glorious mess that is CoCo and just let is be...oh CoCo, you are a giant mess, and let us count the ways...

1. Her ass is ridiculous. Seriously. Ridiculous. I didn't know you could have actual ASS CLEAVAGE. Oh, but you can...you can serve a 7 course dinner on that.
2. She outdoes herself with these amazing outfits. Now most people wear dresses or shirts with keyhole cuts in the chest area to show some breast cleavage. Nope. Not CoCo...she has a keyhole on her butt so show some that not only is she not wearing any support for all that junk in the trunk, but that they are holding up very nicely on their own.
3. Not only does she like to show butt cleavage, she also has what seems to be Pam Anderson's old breasts on the front. How the hell does this woman sleep? I feel like she only has 2 positions - on the left side, or on the right side...because she can't sleep on her back or her stomach. DAMN.
4. 3 words. LACE. DENIM. PANTS.

OH MY GOD.

I'm sorry, but I love TRASHY TRASHY things (pretty much the demise of any celebrity.)

I really wish I were ghetto, or could even remotely pull off ghetto-star when I'm NOT inebriated.

With that said, do you know what I'm excited about? Ice-T and his wife (internet star) CoCo are taping the pilot for their reality show tentatively titled "The Beauty and the Beast."

For those who are not excited about trashy reality shows like Flavor of Love and I Love NY, this is not the show for you. For those who are not well-versed in what CoCo looks like, here is a good photo of her -ahem- assets.



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Furthermore, MARIAH (she's on fi-ah) CAREY has put out her first video since We Belong Together (starring none other than hottie Wentworth Millter) and Say Somethin' with that troll that Janet Jackson is dating. Anyway, this is with Bone Thugs -n- Harmony - here's the video, and I love Mimi...I can't help it. She was the first CD I ever bought (Daydream) and I loved her even all the way through Glitter (I even bought Rainbow). I have bought every single Mariah album and can list them in chronological order. (Yes, I am a fangirl, shut the fuck up).

deathstar

I am going to have to haul ass to the gym tonight. I want to watch Top Chef, which means I have to be back home before 10 (which pretty much never happens because I usually don't get to the gym until 9). I am also going out for some late drinks with someone at 11, which means I might have to just give up on watching Top Chef because I'm going to have to leave at 10:45. DAMNIT. Bravo better be re-running that shit when I get home tonight!

The date last night was a lot better than expected. He's not quite as boring as I had previously thought...but since I was wearing heels, he also wasn't as tall as I had previously thought. Pradabag tells me he would still touch him, so I guess I get the gay friend seal of approval. We went to the Cheesecake Factory, and went and saw 1408, and to Pradabag's complete surprise - didn't even kiss. Hello, it was a first real date, and southern men do not work it like that (I mean, even I know that). Most southern men take about at least 3 dates to even take the relationship to a sexual level.

Also - the most nerve-wrecking 10 seconds of my life thus far this week? when I saw a totally ugly faded blue nasty ass truck (the kind that you would find 15 illegal immigrants in the back of) pull in and thought it was him. Thank God it wasn't. For the curious, he drives a black Lexus...which is a far cry from the illegal immigrant truck.

Anywho, we're probably going to hang out again, seeing as how he sent me a text once he got home about how it was great and whatnot. We made fun of fat people together, that's probably a good sign of a long lasting relationship (with me, anyway - the other ingredients include lies, deceit, and a big dick)

Okay, so I actually did my normal load of weight lifting yesterday at the gym, and voila, I lost .6 pounds, so that means 9.4pounds to go till I reach my high school weight, haha.

Yawn

I'm going out with someone tonight. He's cute and has a really nice body even if he doesn't have a real job (he's a bartender and he's 33.)

He is kind of boring to talk to, but I can just stare at him and get a free meal and movie out of it so I guess it's not that bad of a deal.

Sometimes I call boys and go on dates because it's a free meal that's not with my parents. One time, I went on a date with someone who will not be named, and he actually made me pay for my share of the meal...and then proceeded to call me and try to make plans with me later. I don't think so.

Man that I had a connection with needs to call or text me. I feel like we're playing one of those games. He called, he text'd, he called again, and maybe he thinks it's my turn to initiate conversation/go out. I'm so lazy when it comes to that - I just don't like to call people. So, no, still his turn.

Also, to the 3 people who actually read this blog - I am still at 10 pounds to go in terms of going back to my pre-college weight. I don't understand it, I don't go to the gym for 2 days and eat a lot of chocolate and I don't gain any weight. The next 2 days I go to the gym and go back to my routine, and stop eating chocolate, and I still don't lose any weight. I think I've hit a plateau...or I may just have to start working out harder (I've been kind of slacking on the weight-lifting for the past couple of days.)

CL Update 2

Had to share this -

This picture apparently is from "Adonis Lover." No, more like Silly Thug.

CL

I posted an ad on craigslist looking for friends (no serious, I did, I am that sketchy and desperate - this happened when I found myself with no one to call on a Saturday night and decided that this situation needed to be rectified).

Anyway, I obviously am not only looking for "friends" so I wrote up some crap about me and what I was looking for - single men under 35 who are fit, who can carry on a decent conversation, and who will send me pictures of themselves.

Some of the responses that I've received DEFINITELY need to be shared with the rest of the interwebs. We'll start with -

THE GOOD:
1. Princeton Junior who attached his facebook profile as a photo. Cute, decent, interesting.
2. Emory Senior who is quite smart and cute, pretty interesting.
3. 34 year old professional man with whom I had a very long (3 1/2 hours) phone conversation.
4. Musician type who's very well versed.

THE BAD:
1. " i would like to meet a girl as you are" from some foreign man, and "so please reply me" from a different foreign man.

2. Anyone with poor grammar - using @ instead of writing "at," using "u" instead of "you," and writing in ghetto speak like using the word "holla."

3. Anyone who gives me his number in the first email asking to call.

4. Anyone who uses serial dating language in emails (that just signals desperate and frequent trollings of the interwebs for hookups...which is not what I am looking for)

5. Anyone who has a sketchy email address - some examples - "bigboi22," "cutesingle28m," "el rico williams" and using numbers in their email addresses for letters.

6. Anyone ugly - For example...ugh, you are NOT cute, or fit, and your picture shows a stupid cliche tattoo on a stupid cliche place and you have a farmer's tan. NO.He's the guy on the left. I think he looks like a pre-op tranny mixed with David Gest (Liza Minelli's ex that she beat, according to him). That might just be my opinion though?

7. Anyone who sends a picture and it looks completely professional and is probably not him. IE:8. Anyone who quotes KANYE WEST in the 6 page email. WTF? and yes, I am for real, he signed off with "professor kwest" ...... OKAY?

9. Anyone who LIES about how much they go to the gym. The guy in this photo claimed he goes 6x a week...well damn, you're chubs....10. Anyone who is already in a relationship. I don't care if you are "polyamorous" - NO. Too bad, he is okay looking and has a PhD from Johns Hopkins in Biology (except his email address was "a torrid affair" and that was just way too dramatic for what I am in for).

11. Anyone who sends me a link to their MYSPACE page for "pics and info"....and then I go and realize what a terrible mistake I made and reboot my computer in order to erase that from the laptop's memory.

12. The line " hello there keyanboiz here to rock ur world in all ways u want" - NO.

13. Fat people - telling me that you are "6'0 feet tall, chocalate skin, brown eyes, medium/large build(about the size of "cedric the entertainer)." is not the way to go...especially when you misspell chocolate...and it seems you love chocolate from the way you are.

14. Anyone with a funny name, like Larry or Arthur...or in one special case, he signed off with "Robbbb" yes, he apparently is special and has 4 b's in his name. NO.

15. People who claim to be in their 20s and look about 45.


Yes, I'm judgmental.

hgm

I am hoping to beat HEF in her "assistant school district superintendent," - the goal - a professional basketball coach (okay, assistant, he's 29, so stop judging, you know who you are)

Underwhelmed

Okay, so I really have no idea what I am doing in my second job...I've talked to the owner about 3 times about my proposals for the first project...and it's just not working out because I still have no idea what I'm supposed to write for the proposal...and so I am going to show up with my laptop this afternoon with a blank word document because I have NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE.

I have to come up a timeline (which is pretty impossible for me to do because to do this project I have to rely on the availability and schedule of others...along with mine since I work 4 days a week)...along with an upfront pay for the entire project.

I'm watching TV right now - and DirecTV is having a commercial about how it is on 99.96% of the time...except DirecTV went out at my gym last night when I was attempting to watch NCAA Baseball during commercials of The Office.

My mom is freaking out because she thinks we won't sell the house, and my dad is leaving tomorrow morning to Philadelphia...which means it's just me and my mom for the next 7 weeks...which may or may not drive me completely insane.

I have to leave soon...with my blank proposal (it literally has nothing in it) *minor freak out*

weight loss update: +10lbs to go.

Alphabet Soup

Every year at school I've had some sort of ... out-of-character (well, it's probably in my character now to do outrageous things since this has happened every year!) experience.

Ex: Freshmen year
I decided it would be "fun" and "interesting" (and at the same time get in touch with my roots because I've always been "white-washed") to rush and subsequently pledge a multi-cultural sorority. That was possibly the stupidest, worst waste of my time EVER. I probably wouldn't have continued for so long were it not for the fact that my roommate was doing it with me and doing it for as long.

We had to memorize a ridiculous amount of non-consequential information (does it really matter what my pledge sister's room number is? NO) and then have periodic line-ups and verbal quizzes...and then get either merits or demerits (mostly demerits for me). The roommate and I ended up forging sisters' signatures to get out of doing some things in addition to not having stuff that we were supposed to have on us, getting not only a bazillion points in demerits but also having our pledge class be mad at us.

Sophomore Year
I decide that it would be good idea to hit on and then sleep with a grad student (he was 37) who was also my TA, the night before my final in that class.

The next semester, I decide that it would be an even better idea to hit on and profess my love to a certain 35 year old professor. Oy.

Junior/Senior Year (I graduated a year early)
As a Resident Advisor, I decide that it would be wise to hook up with one of my residents (which actually isn't against the rules, but still frowned upon)...who is 18. Then kiss a 17 year old. Then just make all sorts of mistakes in the realm of relationships...like going to formals with a certain person who takes a lot of acid and shows up at my door at 1:30 in the morning unannounced in order to profess his love to me...or going back to the ex-boyfriend.

And that's not even half of what I went through this past year.

Anyway, my point is - in this bizarro world that is my lovelife, I've had one or two constants.
1. Most of the boys that I have been with, their names start with B. (even the professor, if you know, if went that far)
2. This summer, the boys that I have determined as eye candy/potentials all have the same name (FOUR of them)

Busy Bee

Nevermind, my tutoring job is actually Mon/Wed at a diff center's location from 12-7:30PM, then Thurs/Sat from 11-7:30 and 9-5:30 at the place that I already work at. So that's 30 hours a week, which is pretty much what I wanted from the beginning.

My second job's boss is calling me at 11am to give me projects to start writing proposals for and then go in on Friday to talk about it and to actually start working.

I hung out with one of my friends from HS last night. Good to know other people have even more fucked up relationships than I do. Although my fucked up relationship lasted for a lot longer than hers did (3yrs vs 1). I'm just glad I have some friends who will get real with me and use whatever methods to get the reality through to my head...because she was stuck with a freeloading, not even that attractive, large, not going anywhere, older man....for an entire year.

That is just sad. If I were in that situation, my friends would've shamed me until I left him. I probably would be too embarrassed to actually go out anywhere with him...and then we'd just break up.

Weight update -10.4 to go...

Civil War

Updates on life after college:

HJF and HGF are not working out. As we know, HJF, in a fantastic fashion, left me in the middle of NYC not too long ago, with all of his stuff in my possession, and I was teetering on the edge of throwing that backpack and all of his other stuff into the Hudson River. (Read the entry here )

HJF and HGF are living together this summer, and from what I hear, HGF is teetering close to the edge of losing it and stabbing HJF in his sleep.

Twist: HJF and HGF are going to NYC together this weekend...can't wait to see how that works out.
Twist#2: HGF is seriously contemplating moving home next month because he can't stand living with HJF anymore.
Twist#3: HBF is moving at the beginning of July to live with HGF and HJF...and HJF and HBF haven't exactly gotten along in the last couple of weeks of college, so I can't wait to see how that works out either...because HJF is a neat freak, and HBF isn't exactly (well, not even close to) a very neat apartment-mate in terms of cleaning up her room/stuff.

In other news - I miss my hipster friends from college...they're all in NYC living it up (read: getting high by the NY Pier and thinking the pigeons are staring at them in judgmental ways) while I'm in the South doing little to nothing exciting.

The house went on the market yesterday, and today we already had someone come by to look at it...the agent left a message saying they'd stop by between 1-3pm, meaning I just got home because I got shunned from my house for those 2 hours. I think the local Starbucks will be seeing a lot of me in the next couple of weeks because that's where I go to read my book (re-reading Anna Karenina for the summer)/call random people when I get shunned from my house.

Lip Gloss

Who's heard of Lil Mama? She has a song out about LIP GLOSS right now. Honestly...LIP GLOSS...about MAC and L'Oreal and how boys stare at her while she's at her locker...because her lip gloss is poppin'.

I'm tempted to download her album to see if it's a whole make-up guide - like if the 2nd song is about blush, 3rd about eyeshadow, etc. (EDIT: looked it up - album is called Voice of the Young People.........and apparently they care about lip gloss) She's 17, not 13, there are other things going on in life than lip gloss...

and then she went and remixed Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend" which made it even more annoying to listen to.

Most aggravating part of all of this for me is - I have to listen to these songs at the gym because the tempo is really fast so it's good to listen to at the gym and run to and then get them stuck in my head.

Okay weight-loss update - +12

happy 100th post to my blog

why the hell did I make a dentist appointment for 9:10AM? Am I a masochist?? I should've set the alarm for 8:50AM...it's not like I am going to eat before an dental appointment, that would be even more idiotic. I plan on coming home and sleeping.

On another note, I am adamant about losing the 15 pounds that I've gained in my years at college this summer.

I have +12.4 to go. The plan is to 1)do cardio for at least 45min/day, 2)not eat anything after 8pm, 3)stop snacking.

This can't be that hard...well, except for the snacking part I suppose.

well crap.

my "regular" schedule for my job finally came down - I only have 2 days of the week instead of uh...the 5 that I requested. GREAT.

I started emailing people about summer jobs today so that I'm not sitting on my ass 5 days of the week and I'm meeting with one of them on Friday. That job is pay by project only, so it shouldn't be too bad. I still have no idea what I would be doing, but basically the owner said she has so much going on that I could pretty much pick the projects that I am interested in doing. That's not too bad.

If it comes down to it, I might have to start going to restaurants and asking for jobs. It's not that I need the money very badly, but more the fact that I feel like a complete waste of life sitting on my ass doing nothing day after day (I'm restless and it's only been 2 days).

Our house is going up for sale TOMORROW, so I really need to get busy so that I'm not awkward and in the house when people come to look at it.

PS. I wish I were back at college...all the fun people are going to be there this summer except for me and HEF. On the other hand, things are looking spectacular for my liver...

Top Secret Gay Bomb

The Pentagon = HMOTD.

and lunge

I want Chloe Sevigny's legs! Oh and also her ability to pull off an ORANGE dress.

HMOTD - Jason Behr

This was when he was in The Grudge (SO HOT). The next set of photos was from some photo shoot done in Winter 2004...


He doesn't really need a blurb. He's just fucking hot. Oh yeah, he was on the alien TV show of yesteryear - Roswell.


Oh yeah, and PLEASE kick to enlarge, because the hotness of this photoshoot just can NOT be contained unless it is on fullscreen.


Sadness- he is married. Good things - he got more buff, and is filming some movie called The Tattooist.mMmm...ripped.

extreeeme

What the hell? I'm losing my game...well, I never had game to begin with, it was more of - look good, get hit on, and choose either to respond positively, ignore, or respond negatively.

Stupid southern boys and playing it safe is really not my style. I'm not really used to being as aggressive as I really should be with this boy (given the fact that I have about 8 weeks left in this place to seal the deal and make it into a summer fling).

Good vibes were in place- I made a lot of physical contact when I was talking to him, isolated myself with him from our other friends, etc etc. Although I suppose I could have been seen as playing games because towards the end of the night I wasn't as aggressive (but then again it wasn't as intimate of a situation - we ended up leaving the bar and going to his frat house, where I knew exactly 1 other person) but that could also be because I was also sobering up and needed to get my ass home so I could get to work at 8am.

I don't even think this is about attraction anymore - it's about my ego, and that means I need to bed him within the next week. I'm supposed to be having dinner (girls-only!) with 2 other girls who are actually dating 2 guys in the fraternity Wednesday night so p-haps I will bring it up and they can tell me about the man and his...romantic past (whether he's aggressive, serial dater, serial monogamist, serial...onenightstander, celibate, etc)

ohh excursion #2

I really thought I was going to have no social life this summer - but this may just be the 2nd blip on the radar. open bar from 7-9pm!!! which means I will be leaving mi casa very soon.

Going away party for my friend from HS who is heading to LA to be the personal assistant (read: babysitter for) to a certain alt-rocker-turned-mega-producer. I'm just excited because he owns a stake in a certain hipster bar by where I will be living next year and she will CERTAINLY be inviting me to rub elbows with the likes of ASHLEE SIMPSON! (I love terrible pop singers!)

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In other news, I am in love with the south's weather! It started raining and thundering and JUST stopped - so it rained for a total of about 30min...the streets are almost dry now! LOVE THIS! This is such a departure from the alma mater's weather - which was just about exactly the opposite - rain for long periods of time with about 30min of dryness, then more rain...and more rain...and more thunder...and I just want to cry thinking about it.

Oh and, HMOTD? PARIS HILTON. Wow, she needs a life coach.

She easily cries...

Last day of training at work today - thank God!! I had to tutor a 6yo today...who was crying and just did not want to cooperate. It was her first day here and I thought I was going to have my hands full for the entire time.

Somehow, she warmed up to me, and I let her take breaks every so often to draw pictures/color random word problems/play tic-tac-toe with me/eat candy and it was actually quite pleasant. She didn't even want to leave and asked when she was going to come back next. Whoo. Crisis definitely averted.

So I actually start working Saturday! 9-5:30, too bad I have to get there so fucking early (8am) to start preparing for the entire day. That means my ass will actually get paid before July!! WHOO!!

My body has not been cooperating with me the past day or so. I haven't been to the gym in 2 days because I've either been really tired (yesterday) or having intense stomach aches (today). Since I don't work tomorrow my lazy butt is going to the gym for like 3 hours.

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Random Music Reviews -

White Stripes - Icky Thump - very eh, read some raves, so I went and got the album..not very into this sort of disjointed, low-fi music with at-times cacophonous melodies

Stroke 9 - The Last of the International Playboys - different from Nasty Little Thoughts and Rip It Off, haven't given it more than 2 straight plays through, think it will get better definitely with more listens

Paramore - Riot! - a lot more rock-n-roll than the last album, am loving Haylie's voice on this album, wish at times the tempo could slow down just a little

Kelly Clarkson - My December - a lot of very emotional...Behind-Hazel-Eyes-esque songs on this album, which in my mind isn't too bad...but it gets a little trite for the entire album, am not so crazy about the single nor am I so crazy about some of the slower songs on the album...all in all, a sophomoric album - expected to fizzle.

I have somewhere to live!

I just saw the floorplans of the place I will be living in

we have a pretty big living area, 3 bedrooms (mine's 10'8x14'6), a study area, but only 1 bathroom. my closet looks pretty tiny...I may have to IKEA a dresser or two when I get there.

the fucking place is almost $1100/month including utilities/internet. that is fucking insane. the parents are putting me on a very tight budget (I know you're all thinking - what the fuck? this girl is going to a top fucking law school, able to pay back those damn loans in about 5 years and her parents are STILL supporting her? but who the hell turns down money?) so I basically have about $1000/month from them for food, transportation, books, and school related stuff...which really isn't bad, considering the fact that I won't be working at ALL during the school year and I have nowhere near what I need to have in my bank account.

speaking of which, my last day of training is tomorrow (thank God), and the guy who does scheduling then calls us as we are needed. what really pisses me off is the fact that I didn't know that I wouldn't be paid until about 3 weeks after I started working, and that I wouldn't get paid for training until I worked for 3 months...and that is just uncool because they hired me knowing that I was going to work for about 10 weeks. Whatever, I emailed the guy and asked for all the hours he could give me because I needed it and since I would only be here for the next 8 weeks.

I'm moving August 10th!! Since my dad has to move up north in 2 weeks to start his new job, that means my mom and I have to fly up north to move all my shit in (only 55lbs x 4 suitcases of luggage! what will I bring?!?!) which is SUCH a dissapointment because we drove back with a giant SUV full of shit, and now I can't bring anything that can't fit into a Samsonite. SAD. SAD. FACE.

Anyway, I just fucking unpacked all of my shit, now this weekend I have to start packing AGAIN, because we have to get all of my shit out of the formal living room and clean all the rooms because we have to list the house for sale. GOD. I HATE MOVING.

gym updates

it's day #whatever and still no hot man. i might have to give this one up. ugh.

something that i've noticed while running on the treadmill and going on the elliptical - men need to really think about what kind of underwear they are wearing. i mean, VPL is an epidemic plaguing not only the female but also a significant portion of the male population.

it really bothers me when i know what type of underwear a guy at the gym is wearing because i can see his TIGHTY WHITEY PANTY LINES against his very thin 1 layer of gym shorts. these people really need to think about what they look like, i mean that sight is not turning anyone on. i don't want to see your boxers bunched up to your ass either. pull that shit down and adjust yourself.

moreover, fat girls need to stop playing and start wearing clothes that cover their cellulite. i mean, great, you have on a shirt long enough to cover your buldges in the front and the back...but did you not consider the fact that those shorts are cutting up into your asscrack and with every step you take on that treadmill about 5 sacks of fat are shaking monstrously on the back of each thigh?

honestly. think of the children! yall are at the gym, it's great...but please, do not destroy my retinas in the process.

that didn't work out either

the whole being classy thing did NOT work out...althought I recognized this and made someone drive me there and drive me back, so at least I was safe in that way.

okay i am still drunk, semi-hungover, in my parents' house. reeking of booze.

FANTABULOUS beginning to this summer!

last night - bar that was throwing a party that my friend's promotional company was handling...sponsored by courvosier (or how the hell ever you spell that)

anyway, there was HOOKAH involved (for free!!) because we knew the guy and we were sitting with his girlfriend in the VIP section in the back (is this really what i've been missing down south?? i may be missing this place when i peace out in 2 months) so that was ridiculous.

then we get free red something shots. then free jager bombs. then free some other shots. then a giant bottle of jager for free. then a giant bottle of courvosier for free. clearly - I WAS TRASHED.

THEN ANDY DICK SHOWS UP. wtf?!!! i wanted NO part of that so (hello, it's andy dick) i just stood in the back and laughed at everyone else getting molested. also - andy dick's brother looks like jesus. his "bodyguard" wears jean shorts down to his ankles..and andy dick was as high as a kite (obvi) slurring everything he was saying. so maybe i wasn't as trashed as i thought i was...because i was still judging people by their appearances.

speaking of appearances, i assumed that this would be a total nothing party, just people chilling out, relaxing over booze, etc so i roll up in shorts, a tank top, and some flip flops. AWESOME. i'm glad i knew the guy at the door and everyone else because i may not have gotten in...because everyone was made up, wearing dresses/skirts, heels, and the boys were wearing button downs/blazers.

anyway, andy dick was hitting on one of my friends (guy) and asking him to be his boyfriend. AMAZING! also, this guy friend is totally cute (redhead! never tried that one before), must hit that up some time. andy dick's gay friend started making out with me (SEE HGF? GAY MEN MAKE OUT WITH WOMEN!**hgf has the honor of being the only man who's ever rejected me...and he's rejected me every time i've been drunk asking him to make out with me**) and saying i was hot or some bullshit and the said redhead cutie agreed, so watch out for those updates people.

fun things - seeing people i hadn't seen in like 4 years and catching up on gossip. apparently a bunch of the girls in my class are pregnant and/or have babies. AMAZING!!!

oh yeah, party ended around 3:30am - bar tabs close at 2:30am, they stop serving at 3am, then a fight broke out, and all i know is andy dick was involved. then the lights came on and so we left.

ridic.

Fine, I gave in

Social event number 1. Summer launch by my friend's promotions company.

I think I will be classy tonight and have only 1 drink.

Was on the phone with him for a while - wtf is up with these people and their significant others? Most of my friends from home have gotten fat and are still dating the same people they were in high school or someone in that same circle of friends...can we grow up and network a LITTLE bit more people? honestly. That's part of the reason I tried to get out of this place - because I didn't want to be tied down to everything that was home and every little piece of gossip between the same juvenile people.

Anyway, I'd like it if more people could be single. Then I wouldn't be tempted to actually answer one of many ex-boy's messages/phone calls but could just have fun.

I'm too unmotivated to find these people so I rely on my list of guy friends, most of whom (as stated previously) are either fat or attached.

Bullshit. Pure bullshit.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Home is really boring. I have like 2 friends who are actually in town, and I'm too lazy to actually make plans with them, or our schedules conflict.

I spent last night watching TV and then going to bed. I'm probably going to do the same thing tonight. I really just don't care for the people here. I've also avoided going out with the ex-boy so that leaves my actual social interactions with people limited to people at work.

Oh well, at least this brief respite gives my liver some time to heal itself, and my brain a lot less alcohol to drown itself in.

On another note - have still not seen the Hot Man from the gym. I am really sad about this, mostly because he actually motivated me to go to the gym and stay there longer so I can be a creeper and stare at him. I have yet to find a replacement for him. The guys at the gym are either really muscular and plain scary, or frat bro's trying to get their gym on...or old men who used to be frat bro's trying to get their gym on. It's slim pickings...so Marcher, if you're reading this, the gym is just not that exciting this summer.

HMOTD June 01

Has anyone been keeping up with this case? Of course he's from the south (Atlanta, went to UGA Law School with Jimmy Carter's grandson)...and ironically, he practices personal injury law. This case just keeps on getting better and better.

For the news-challenged, Andrew Speaker (or, now affectionately known as TB Andy) has a very fatal case of TB (but he's asymptomatic) and flew 2 transatlantic flights to Greece to get married, went on a European honeymoon, and even at the behest of the Italian government for him to be quarantined, he took a flight with his now-wife to Montreal, drove back to the US, and finally surrendered himself to a local hospital. Now he's at the CDC in Atlanta under quarantine - he's the first quarantine since 1977.

So he travelled despite at the urge of the CDC not to (he knew he had TB when he travelled), put many passengers in danger of contracting this fatal disease, just to get married when he could have just put off the wedding/honeymoon? What a fucking idiot.