so everything got fucked up this week somehow. every fucking thing.
-my "friend's" accusations against me and subsequent -half-hearted apology.
-the ex that matters IMing me and going from being a bastard to being an emotional puddle that i couldn't comprehend. we probably won't ever speak again.
-the realization that everyone i date only wants to emotionally drain me somehow because they need "saving" in one way or another, consciously or subconsciously, only to come to an epiphany, break up with me, and then tell me how great things are going for them while my life is shit. (i'm staying away from boys for a while, ideally forever. i need an adult who won't be an emotional vampire or be afraid of me.)
-being sick all week.
-probably failing my russian final, thereby unsatting the entire semester. fantastic!
-the naked birthday party for a friend of mine (yes, a naked party, all the guests had to drop trou upon entering) that was extremely fun...until it was time to go to bed and i had to deal with a friend of mine fucking around with someone i'm pretty friendly with right next to me as we all tried to sleep on DFK's floor. i eventually took the bare mattress and listened to belt buckles being undone and too many sounds for me to fall asleep through.
-i spent hours and hours making the b-dorm soiree playlist only to have the equipment taken away for the indian pop pre-wall and so had nowhere to plug my laptop in that would produce loud music. krystel and i had mutual breakdowns. i curled into a ball and slept until 3am, saw the time, said "oh, shit," and fell back asleep until 9.
today was not as bad. i went out to brunch, went to go visit keytin and lay on her bed reading "the female eunuch" (germaine greer) and listening to the stooges (best ear-shattering stupid-smart brilliant band ever, i love anything 70s iggy pop), and then i went to go visit natalia and kate. watched "the maltese falcon." kate taught me how to really knit, FINALLY, and i'm already addicted, and we spent time on the internets and at perkins. today, in general, was not bad at all.
i'm trying to convince myself that summer may not be so bad after all, especially since i'm talking about making plans with sexxy party dave. and i still have tv show marathons with prem and PCP and people to look forward to. oh, and packing and reading the "inferno" and writing a 7-10 page paper on said epic poem.
i'm going to knit a little bit more of this scarf and then it's bedtime for me. yeah.
edit: so it's 5:18am right now (2:18am on SG pacific time) and i am finally going to bed NOW. knitting is fucking addictive, i tell you what. my scarf is beginning to look like something. it'll be a birthday gift to a friend back home, who turns 19 the day after i come home.
-my "friend's" accusations against me and subsequent -half-hearted apology.
-the ex that matters IMing me and going from being a bastard to being an emotional puddle that i couldn't comprehend. we probably won't ever speak again.
-the realization that everyone i date only wants to emotionally drain me somehow because they need "saving" in one way or another, consciously or subconsciously, only to come to an epiphany, break up with me, and then tell me how great things are going for them while my life is shit. (i'm staying away from boys for a while, ideally forever. i need an adult who won't be an emotional vampire or be afraid of me.)
-being sick all week.
-probably failing my russian final, thereby unsatting the entire semester. fantastic!
-the naked birthday party for a friend of mine (yes, a naked party, all the guests had to drop trou upon entering) that was extremely fun...until it was time to go to bed and i had to deal with a friend of mine fucking around with someone i'm pretty friendly with right next to me as we all tried to sleep on DFK's floor. i eventually took the bare mattress and listened to belt buckles being undone and too many sounds for me to fall asleep through.
-i spent hours and hours making the b-dorm soiree playlist only to have the equipment taken away for the indian pop pre-wall and so had nowhere to plug my laptop in that would produce loud music. krystel and i had mutual breakdowns. i curled into a ball and slept until 3am, saw the time, said "oh, shit," and fell back asleep until 9.
today was not as bad. i went out to brunch, went to go visit keytin and lay on her bed reading "the female eunuch" (germaine greer) and listening to the stooges (best ear-shattering stupid-smart brilliant band ever, i love anything 70s iggy pop), and then i went to go visit natalia and kate. watched "the maltese falcon." kate taught me how to really knit, FINALLY, and i'm already addicted, and we spent time on the internets and at perkins. today, in general, was not bad at all.
i'm trying to convince myself that summer may not be so bad after all, especially since i'm talking about making plans with sexxy party dave. and i still have tv show marathons with prem and PCP and people to look forward to. oh, and packing and reading the "inferno" and writing a 7-10 page paper on said epic poem.
i'm going to knit a little bit more of this scarf and then it's bedtime for me. yeah.
edit: so it's 5:18am right now (2:18am on SG pacific time) and i am finally going to bed NOW. knitting is fucking addictive, i tell you what. my scarf is beginning to look like something. it'll be a birthday gift to a friend back home, who turns 19 the day after i come home.
iggy pop is precisely what you said.