There must be some crazy fucking shit going on with the stars. Like, Jupiter is in retrograde through gemini or is passing the zenith of it's seventh sign or something. As I write this, I am sitting in Gracie's Grill drinking a beer alone with an old man in a blue collared shirt giving me dirty looks as he's collecting the chairs from around the bar and stacking them oh so meaningfully on the crusty table tops.
Wednesday: I stayed up all night drinking and Myspacing and otherwise pissing my time all over the floor; turned in only half of my assignment online, passed out with the rising of the sun, and missed every single class the next day- 2 of which only meet on thursdays. I have been back in school for a resplendent 3 weeks now.
It all started with an e-mail from my friend back home. I explained to him that it was awkward being around him and arguing about relationships with someone who is not even in a relationship, let alone in one with moi, but that I was sorry for having yelled at him and accusing him of projecting his sense of loneliness and isolation onto me; who obviously has never had a problem expressing her own sense of loneliness and isolation, generally in a flagrantly drunken manner more befitting of hyenas and wild hogs which dance in feces.
"...the only reason i am rambling like this is that i want you to try to understand the magnitude of my adoration, and admiration for you. You know that every one in a while I make the case that you are the perfect woman.....well i really mean it. There is nothing about you i don't love. .. all fail in comparison...(maybe that is why i am still single? LOL)"
And it goes on. . . le sigh. Boys are stupid.
Thursday: Woke up at 9 p.m.... after sleeping through 4 classes. Discovered that the third floor window is not high enough to defenestrate myself out of guilt from. Went to a friend's dorm room to drink... A tall slavic asshole that stopped speaking to me something like 6 months ago was there. I am privately enraged that no one has thought to warn me. He's told our mutual friends before I get there that it was all just a misunderstanding. He gives me a hug. He attempts to engage me in a pillow fight. Then he makes a public comment about drinking to kill the pain and erase childhood traumas- which I would know something about...right?
Alright, you nazi-camp-refugee-looking, fanboy-banging, prick. I know my antidepressants and alcohol didn't work very well together and that consequently you may have been exposed to a veritable litany of travesties against sanity and decent behavior when we first met and that I probably owe you for saving my life when I tried to step out of the car in the middle of the highway but... fuck you. Fuck you forever. Fuck you and your confusion and your shitty singing and even the fact that I might've deserved being ditched because if you try to put your hand on my thigh like that again I will smash this fire extinguisher into your gaunt sniggering face...
Anywhoo...
Friday: I know I am going drinking again tonight and there's a message from this gorgeous lesbian who wants to meet me waiting in my Myspace mailbox. I have a 104% in my Astronomy course, I just read some webpage that almost made me laugh until I cried, Maddox... and this beer is simply delicious....
Yes, my dolls... there is a full moon in the house of chaos.
Wednesday: I stayed up all night drinking and Myspacing and otherwise pissing my time all over the floor; turned in only half of my assignment online, passed out with the rising of the sun, and missed every single class the next day- 2 of which only meet on thursdays. I have been back in school for a resplendent 3 weeks now.
It all started with an e-mail from my friend back home. I explained to him that it was awkward being around him and arguing about relationships with someone who is not even in a relationship, let alone in one with moi, but that I was sorry for having yelled at him and accusing him of projecting his sense of loneliness and isolation onto me; who obviously has never had a problem expressing her own sense of loneliness and isolation, generally in a flagrantly drunken manner more befitting of hyenas and wild hogs which dance in feces.
"...the only reason i am rambling like this is that i want you to try to understand the magnitude of my adoration, and admiration for you. You know that every one in a while I make the case that you are the perfect woman.....well i really mean it. There is nothing about you i don't love. .. all fail in comparison...(maybe that is why i am still single? LOL)"
And it goes on. . . le sigh. Boys are stupid.
Thursday: Woke up at 9 p.m.... after sleeping through 4 classes. Discovered that the third floor window is not high enough to defenestrate myself out of guilt from. Went to a friend's dorm room to drink... A tall slavic asshole that stopped speaking to me something like 6 months ago was there. I am privately enraged that no one has thought to warn me. He's told our mutual friends before I get there that it was all just a misunderstanding. He gives me a hug. He attempts to engage me in a pillow fight. Then he makes a public comment about drinking to kill the pain and erase childhood traumas- which I would know something about...right?
Alright, you nazi-camp-refugee-looking, fanboy-banging, prick. I know my antidepressants and alcohol didn't work very well together and that consequently you may have been exposed to a veritable litany of travesties against sanity and decent behavior when we first met and that I probably owe you for saving my life when I tried to step out of the car in the middle of the highway but... fuck you. Fuck you forever. Fuck you and your confusion and your shitty singing and even the fact that I might've deserved being ditched because if you try to put your hand on my thigh like that again I will smash this fire extinguisher into your gaunt sniggering face...
Anywhoo...
Friday: I know I am going drinking again tonight and there's a message from this gorgeous lesbian who wants to meet me waiting in my Myspace mailbox. I have a 104% in my Astronomy course, I just read some webpage that almost made me laugh until I cried, Maddox... and this beer is simply delicious....
Yes, my dolls... there is a full moon in the house of chaos.