8:44 p.m. - Saturday, Mar. 05, 2005
Variety Show
I haven't written in so long. Why not you say? Oh, let's be serious, why is a better question. Why write at all ever? Its always the same shit; who I'm fucking, how my skin and hair look, what I have to study, why I'm not studying what I have to study, my meltdown over not studying, and then some stuff about shopping. Who could possibly care about such trivialities?
Me! Well, not really, but I feel like writing because I'm taking a break from doing this super fucking boring take-home midterm and its just such an enormous exercise in bullshit I need a distraction before I start lactating or something. SO...
1) I'm fucking this really gorgeous 21 year old. Sick, huh.
2)My skin looks fairly marvelous. My mom sent me this hissing, zapping, blinking object that I rub all over my face a couple of times a day, and its actually quite effective in making my skin all buttery and shit. Loving it.
3)My hair is coppery fiery red, and all freshly cut and primped. I've made it my 2005 resolution to just deal with it and pay the exhorbitant sums of money demanded of me by professional salons of distinction, because I am dead tired of having bad hair. I'm not cutting or colouring it myself ever again.
The last two cuts I've had have been the stuff of multiple orgasm, but this last one however is troubling. She went a little crazy on the razory layers. I'm not a fan of this look. I let my vigilence down for like, one second, and these Montreal bitches are all about that fucking razor. Anyway, I manicured some of the ends a tiny bit, and its growing on me. It looks alright. The colour is so good I could have hair like Charlize Theron in monster and it would still be hot so, s'fine.
4)I have to study....oh...everything. I've been really lazy, and I have four papers due next week, and I have to read a whole fucking bunch of Voegelin and Strauss and Smith and Hobbes and Locke and Alexander Pope and Mandeville and Rousseau and um, Polanyi and George Grant and textbook shit, and jesus. Oh and a bunch of American foreign policy because I missed a final last term, so I have to take it this term. Hot, no?
I graduate in 6 weeks.
TERRIFYING.
5)My mom sent me this busted coat a couple of weeks ago that looked really bulgarian butcher's wife in its cut and fabric, so I returned it to the wierdo store where she bought it, but I had no receipt so I could only exchange, and I was thinking I would find nothing I would ever want to wear in such a odd store, but hey. I found a super pretty top.
In other news, my friend Jeff from a band that shall remain unnamed in case of googles TOTALLY blew me off yesterday. WTF? I think its because he has this snotty little girlfriend so he can't dedicate a friday to kickin' it old school with me one on one. But maybe its because he hates me? That's what I'm assuming.
It also could be because we had hook up drama on new year's eve. Sigh. Man, I made it almost 5 years without doing anything kinky with him, and we were far better off for it. Then the new year's mania set in, and Les Georges were so hot and sweaty and he and I rocked out so vehemently we just got the fever, you know?
We didn't do it, because my ex boyfriend showed up, so we just messed around a bit. Whatev. BUT...the plot thickens.
I was like, on a bit of a mission to get laid that night, as there had been a monstrously long period of not getting laid previously, so I sort of had really dirty hallway sex on this abandoned floor of the loft building where the party was at with his bassplayer? Yeah. Then I went home and messed around with Jeff, well, because he's hella cute.
I would have chosen him first if I thought it were possible, but like I said, we'd been platonic friends for like, a bunch of years, and he has a girlfriend, etc. etc... I didn't think it would ever happen, and then when I realized it in fact would and could happen, prior dirty hallway sex or not, I wasn't passing it up. I was really drunk too, natch, so I wasn't at the top of my game, you know, *responsible behaviour* wise...
The bassplayer felt kind of rotten that I wouldn't go home with him after I shagged him in the dusty corridor and all, and I feel pretty bad about that. Or I did for a couple of days. It was sort of a shithead move on my part. But he doesn't know Jeff and I frenched and felt eachother up, all he knows is I ditched him. That's good I guess.
Anyway, the whole point is a bunch of drama of a sexual nature occurred, and having a girlfriend and all Jeff felt kind of guilty next day I think, and also probably surprised by my brazenly whore-ish behaviour once it was revealed. Anwyay, we talked, and I apologized for behaving like Gene Simmons, and we agreed to just score it up to the drink, and everything was all cool with us, friendship in tact, etc. but then he ditched me last night?
He was supposed to come over and get movies from blackbox with me and show me his pictures from Thailand. I can see why he may feel uncomfortable because of what's her name given the circumstances, but regardless I feel heinously jilted.
So, should I ever call him again? Should I try to maintain the friendship? Should I ask him about it? We've known eachother for so long, its way sad if we're not really friends anymore...
advice me.
