Pre-Break Drama

I'm doing my traditional last-minute final papers dance so I figured I'd take some time and document some recent events that are definitely going to make it into my novel due to their sheer ridiculousness.

-At the afterparty for the Hip Hop dance show, I kiss one of the guys from the group on the dancefloor. I ask him if he wants to leave and go somewhere and he apologizes, tells me that he thinks I'm sexy, but that he can't because he was working on another girl that night. I laugh and leave the party anyway. On the way out I see one of the girls from the group crying on the porch and pause to see what was up with her. After a few minutes I keep moving, at which point I remember that she and that guy were together last year. I feel terrible because I think she's upset that he was making out with me at the party. [Turns out she was upset because the girl he was "working on" was one of her really close friends, which is a bitch move on the friend's part]

-The W.A.S.P. has been acting a little more aggressively flirtatious around me, and I'm not sure I like it. I know that I always waffle between wanting to be with him or just thinking of him as a friend, but I've decided that means that he wouldn't be right for me. [Sorry, B] This is mostly because I honestly hate him when he's drunk. He just gets really oozy and flirty with anything, plus he gets a little violent with his guy friends sometimes.

-I absolutely wrecked my body during Dance Group's hell week before our show this past weekend. I can't sit still for long without both of my knees stiffening up and killing me; my ankle cracks with almost every step; I can barely move when I first wake up in the morning due to shoulder pain. I've been slamming Aleve but I'm hoping that having a month off from everything will help.

-I am so broke. Despite this being the only semester yet where I've held a job, I seem to be hemorrhaging cash. Damn you, liquor and wings! But seriously: I asked my mother for some money last week [it was legit; I had to buy some things -new foot things, tights, knee braces, Aleve- for the Dance Group show plus I had planned to go to the grocery store]. She sent me $200. It's now gonzo. Granted, I'll be getting back $70 because I bought some books for next semester and I always get reimbursed for them, but god damn!! I can't wait to spend my hours getting paid to work rather than sitting around for days on end only leaving the warmth of my Snuggie to open the door for the delivery guy. [An aside to my readers who are grown-ups: The grass is always greener, ain't it?]

-The girl that Lipring cheated on with me still feels the need for revenge [I still maintain that I am not at fault due to my being unaware of their relationship status, his control of the situation (I texted him 'so am I getting laid' and he said 'yes'), not to mention that the dumb broad kept dating him for the rest of the semester]. I dropped off my ID card at the desk at the gym where she works and it was returned to me with the strip scratched off with a ballpoint pen. The ID office is in the same building where I work, plus they replaced it for free, so it was no big deal other than the utterly deflating re-realization that there are people like her outside of highschool.

-One of the D's friends asked out one of the Dance Group Sophomores. She's currently seeing [read: constantly fucking] a guy that she really likes, and I think D was aware of this, but he encouraged his friend to go for it anyway in the hopes that she would, in turn, go for it. Dumb. I can't deny that I'm a little bitter that once again one of my girl friends has a guy falling all over himself to date her whereas the only guys who have been hitting on me lately are absolute gremlins. [Seriously, THIS is a picture of this creep from my highschool who Facebook messaged me a few days ago to admit he had a crush on me back in the day. I swear that skin will never touch me]

-Two of my roommates revealed the other day that they have sex with their boyfriends at least once a week because they feel bad for the guys if they don't. They call it "filling the quota." I asked them why they didn't just break up so that both they and their bfs could find people that they actually enjoyed banging, but all I got back were blank stares. I feel bad for the guys in the equation- imagine if all you got was boring [albeit unprotected] sex with someone who was totally not into it once a week? On the other hand, as D pointed out: Hey- they're getting theirs at least once a week. On another hand, as much as I'd like to try out a real relationship, I much prefer my crazy single person sex even if it's only once every couple of weekends.

-I've come into possession of a bunch of sex toys lately. A few little vibes were in the package I won from LipSmacker, a guy friend bought me a set of bed restraints, and my roommate got me a jelly vibe. I mean, I can't deny that I'm probably going to use them all, but I still wonder if I'm that much of a one-note personality! On the other hand, the last time I got any was a few weeks ago and my bedroommate left for home this afternoon...

-Dance Group's nonsexual boyfriend finally admitted to my bedroommate that he likes her. It was so obvious to everyone [including her] for so long that it became a joke. We think that he finally told her because he's going to be across the continent due to being suspended for next semester for getting caught with a bunch of weed. He's been a total moody bitch about it since it happened because all she sees him as is a really good friend, and since she rejected his romantic advances all he talks about when she isn't around is how much he wishes she would just give him a chance. Unfortunately for him, nobody likes a needy boy.

-I really need to get it together and write my fucking paper because I'm up at school until Christmas Eve Eve, then it's Christmas with the relatives, back to Jers for a couple, then LAS VEGAS for New Year's! So much to look forward to!

Well, that was fun. Now it's back to work [as if, this is what I've been doing] to see if I can dig a "critical history" about the Harlem Renaissance out of my ass before the English office closes tomorrow.

*I didn't realize it until after I published, but this is my 200th post!*
**Holy crap, and I missed my blogaversary! I started this thing two years ago. Goodness me, time flies when you're having fun.**