She's just so...mmmm
November 03, 2005
~ Dr. Lupo on the mating season of gerbils or hamsters or something
I fell asleep at Sean's apartment last night after trying to move the rest of my shit out of there. I mingled with neighbors whom I haven't seen in a while. Jill is pregnant, but she's giving her baby up for adoption. Matt and Jill are still as sweet as ever. Unfortunately, Cory came home while I was over there. Blech. What a tool. Luckily he holed himself up in his room so I didn't have to talk to him. I tried being his friend, but he wouldn't have that, so whatever. Anyway, I passed out at Sean's and my dad was sweet enough to call me in the morning and wake me up for school. I always tell myself that I'm going to set an alarm and get up early, but I should learn by now that it will never happen. I look like crap. Well at least I think so... Some other people told me I looked cute. But my hair is greasy, my legs are unshaven, my clothes are a day old and my underwear is two days old. Yucky.
As I was driving up 24th street on my way to school, Aretha Franklin's "Respect" came on. I turned it up and started jammin'. Apparently I was too loud because the lady driving next to me rolled up her window. I looked over with an apologetic smile and a small wave. She must've thought I looked cute or something because she rolled her window back down and shouted, "Are you married?" I replied with an awkward "No." Then she shouted, "Do you wanna be?" But the light turned before I could ask her if she meant to HER or someone else. She did look kinda butchy. But lady, you just made my day. Thanks for the compliment.
The other day my friend and I were gossiping about a guy in our class that we think is hot. I said, "Stacy, I'm so bored. What are we gonna do for the next hour before class?" She replied, "Why don't you call up Joe and tell him you wanna screw him?" Um, I think not. But an hour later in Social Psych, we were discussing gender differences regarding sexual promiscuity. To demonstrate these differences, we were asked to write anonymously on a piece of paper the answers to the folowing 3 questions:
1) What is your gender?
2) What is the total number of people you want to have sex with in your lifetime?
3) Imagine someone of the gender of your choice. This person is an Adonis, absolutely gorgeous in every way imaginable. This person comes up to you on campus and says, "I have 40 minutes to kill before my next class. Would you like to go have sex with me?" Would you say yes or no?
Immediately my friend and I burst out laughing at the irony of it all. Luckily the guy wasn't in class that day, or I would have had to leave the room from laughing too hard. Of course, the teacher didn't know what was going on. But irony like that occurs all the time in that class. Every time he tries to demonstrate something with a random, imaginary example, it totally pertains to me! I mean word for word, that exact thing has happened to me! Last week he asked me to imagine that I was dating a guy who ended up cheating on me, and to imagine my jealousy if I knew that he was over there having sex with her right this minute. What?! I told him how that actually did happen to me, and he felt awful. I told him not to worry about it though. But it's weird how every demonstration is the story of my fucked up life.
Speaking of cheating, Becky, Seth's girlfriend, has discovered my page on Facebook. I don't know how comfortable I am with her. She stole my most serious boyfriend away from me. Or rather, he allowed himself to be stolen. I blame both of them. But anyway, I don't know how to react when she sends me an e-mail or a text message. I can't really say I want to be friends with them. But I guess it would be good to keep in some sort of contact with her. I'd want to know if Seth got hurt or died or something. Anyway, Becky, if you're reading this - you seem like a really cool girl, and in some other circumstance, you're totally the type of person I'd like to be friends with. But I guess it will take some time before I can completely let go of our awkward situation. But I'm trying. Hope you two are doing well and staying happy. And good luck with the kids!
My sex life on the other hand has been crazy as hell. I've been getting hit on left and right and oh, I'm so confused! I'm used to having a steady relationship, official or unofficial, there's always one guy that takes priority in my life. But now it's just like a typhoon of casual dates and flirtations, etc. that I'm not used to. So after making out with a guy I'll probably never see again, I start to feel needy, like I should call him up and make plans for next week or something. I dunno. You probably think that I'm just being stupid. I'm trying to be laid back and let things flow, but it takes getting used to, I guess.
BUT, I think it's time for a nap. Then lunch with my pals and a guy that has a total crush on me, but pussied out of asking me for my number. He's adorable, but I feel bad because he said he skipping class to eat lunch with us. Yeah, yeah, skipping one class is not usually a big deal, but it's a philosophy class! Maybe it's just me, but I would go because I love love love philosophy. I was going to be a philosophy major, but I figured the only real career options are to become a teacher or a priest. So my choices are pretty limited, and I don't have the patience to teach. Stupid kids, why don't you get it?!
Yeah so um, I gotta go, but I'm sure I'll post more later, along with some pics from Halloween. I've been really busy lately, which means no time to post entries, but it also means more shit to write about, so expect to be doing a lot a reading once you DO see an entry :)
Out.
"The gonads are liberated!"
~ Dr. Lupo on the mating season of gerbils or hamsters or something
I fell asleep at Sean's apartment last night after trying to move the rest of my shit out of there. I mingled with neighbors whom I haven't seen in a while. Jill is pregnant, but she's giving her baby up for adoption. Matt and Jill are still as sweet as ever. Unfortunately, Cory came home while I was over there. Blech. What a tool. Luckily he holed himself up in his room so I didn't have to talk to him. I tried being his friend, but he wouldn't have that, so whatever. Anyway, I passed out at Sean's and my dad was sweet enough to call me in the morning and wake me up for school. I always tell myself that I'm going to set an alarm and get up early, but I should learn by now that it will never happen. I look like crap. Well at least I think so... Some other people told me I looked cute. But my hair is greasy, my legs are unshaven, my clothes are a day old and my underwear is two days old. Yucky.
As I was driving up 24th street on my way to school, Aretha Franklin's "Respect" came on. I turned it up and started jammin'. Apparently I was too loud because the lady driving next to me rolled up her window. I looked over with an apologetic smile and a small wave. She must've thought I looked cute or something because she rolled her window back down and shouted, "Are you married?" I replied with an awkward "No." Then she shouted, "Do you wanna be?" But the light turned before I could ask her if she meant to HER or someone else. She did look kinda butchy. But lady, you just made my day. Thanks for the compliment.
The other day my friend and I were gossiping about a guy in our class that we think is hot. I said, "Stacy, I'm so bored. What are we gonna do for the next hour before class?" She replied, "Why don't you call up Joe and tell him you wanna screw him?" Um, I think not. But an hour later in Social Psych, we were discussing gender differences regarding sexual promiscuity. To demonstrate these differences, we were asked to write anonymously on a piece of paper the answers to the folowing 3 questions:
1) What is your gender?
2) What is the total number of people you want to have sex with in your lifetime?
3) Imagine someone of the gender of your choice. This person is an Adonis, absolutely gorgeous in every way imaginable. This person comes up to you on campus and says, "I have 40 minutes to kill before my next class. Would you like to go have sex with me?" Would you say yes or no?
Immediately my friend and I burst out laughing at the irony of it all. Luckily the guy wasn't in class that day, or I would have had to leave the room from laughing too hard. Of course, the teacher didn't know what was going on. But irony like that occurs all the time in that class. Every time he tries to demonstrate something with a random, imaginary example, it totally pertains to me! I mean word for word, that exact thing has happened to me! Last week he asked me to imagine that I was dating a guy who ended up cheating on me, and to imagine my jealousy if I knew that he was over there having sex with her right this minute. What?! I told him how that actually did happen to me, and he felt awful. I told him not to worry about it though. But it's weird how every demonstration is the story of my fucked up life.
Speaking of cheating, Becky, Seth's girlfriend, has discovered my page on Facebook. I don't know how comfortable I am with her. She stole my most serious boyfriend away from me. Or rather, he allowed himself to be stolen. I blame both of them. But anyway, I don't know how to react when she sends me an e-mail or a text message. I can't really say I want to be friends with them. But I guess it would be good to keep in some sort of contact with her. I'd want to know if Seth got hurt or died or something. Anyway, Becky, if you're reading this - you seem like a really cool girl, and in some other circumstance, you're totally the type of person I'd like to be friends with. But I guess it will take some time before I can completely let go of our awkward situation. But I'm trying. Hope you two are doing well and staying happy. And good luck with the kids!
My sex life on the other hand has been crazy as hell. I've been getting hit on left and right and oh, I'm so confused! I'm used to having a steady relationship, official or unofficial, there's always one guy that takes priority in my life. But now it's just like a typhoon of casual dates and flirtations, etc. that I'm not used to. So after making out with a guy I'll probably never see again, I start to feel needy, like I should call him up and make plans for next week or something. I dunno. You probably think that I'm just being stupid. I'm trying to be laid back and let things flow, but it takes getting used to, I guess.
BUT, I think it's time for a nap. Then lunch with my pals and a guy that has a total crush on me, but pussied out of asking me for my number. He's adorable, but I feel bad because he said he skipping class to eat lunch with us. Yeah, yeah, skipping one class is not usually a big deal, but it's a philosophy class! Maybe it's just me, but I would go because I love love love philosophy. I was going to be a philosophy major, but I figured the only real career options are to become a teacher or a priest. So my choices are pretty limited, and I don't have the patience to teach. Stupid kids, why don't you get it?!
Yeah so um, I gotta go, but I'm sure I'll post more later, along with some pics from Halloween. I've been really busy lately, which means no time to post entries, but it also means more shit to write about, so expect to be doing a lot a reading once you DO see an entry :)
Out.
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