SO Much Going On
Wow, so much socializing the last few weeks. LOTS of parties. A few highlights:
-Beth's awesome Eeyore card
-Tons of volleyball and frisbee (including glow-in-the-dark frisbee) and soccer
-A very dangerous tree swing of sorts
-Dragracing JT to Starbuck's
-Dan trying to fit in my car
-Going to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith with a new friend
-Having 2/3 of an orgasm looking at Angelina Jolie in the film
-Celebrating Thurston's birthday at Dunkin' Donuts...yay candle-in-a-donut!
-Obtaining uber-nasty callused fingertips from work
-Tarot cards with my mom
-Getting pissed off at people for judging me
-Scary needles @ the doctor's...my arm is STILL bruised
-Ben Feldman
-Tom's videos (Tom, you looked SO hot...and I loved you as Sporty Spice...MEOW)
-"Greg is kinda cute..." - while Maya is pouring her heart out too me...damn ADD
-White Castle with Maya...YEAH! I am the drive-through QUEEN!
-Wasting WAAAAAAAAY too much time on Facebook
-Opening up my own checking account (all grown up...)
-Fight to the death over the roses on Joyce's cake
-Joyce breaking her pinata...and the little boy wearing it as a hat afterward
-Lap dance with Lauren (rrrrrrow)
-Faux pas (what is the plural form???)
-Meeting John (Lola, he is sooooo nice!)
-Animal House w/ Scott
So much to do this weekend...4 grad parties, Chinatown/Boystown if I actually wake up tomorrow, dropping Joyce off to the airport... :( It still seems so surreal that she's leaving.
I am beginning to realize that I FUNDAMENTALLY AM INCAPABLE OF A MEANINGFUL AND LOVING RELATIONSHIP WITH A MAN. It's impossible to feel anything. Sometimes I think I put myself in situations where I know I'll be hurt just so I can feel...something...anything. I hate relationships because I always wind up feeling like such a bitch when people are so good to me and yet I feel nothing in return. It's not that I'm ingrateful. I dunno. I just can't relate to any sort of situation where I'm treated well. Not to get all Freudian (a lot of what Freud was bullshit--ie. penis envy? WTF?), but I do think that some of this has to do with my father. Blah.
And why do I feel the need for a permanent "guy stash?"
-Beth's awesome Eeyore card
-Tons of volleyball and frisbee (including glow-in-the-dark frisbee) and soccer
-A very dangerous tree swing of sorts
-Dragracing JT to Starbuck's
-Dan trying to fit in my car
-Going to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith with a new friend
-Having 2/3 of an orgasm looking at Angelina Jolie in the film
-Celebrating Thurston's birthday at Dunkin' Donuts...yay candle-in-a-donut!
-Obtaining uber-nasty callused fingertips from work
-Tarot cards with my mom
-Getting pissed off at people for judging me
-Scary needles @ the doctor's...my arm is STILL bruised
-Ben Feldman
-Tom's videos (Tom, you looked SO hot...and I loved you as Sporty Spice...MEOW)
-"Greg is kinda cute..." - while Maya is pouring her heart out too me...damn ADD
-White Castle with Maya...YEAH! I am the drive-through QUEEN!
-Wasting WAAAAAAAAY too much time on Facebook
-Opening up my own checking account (all grown up...)
-Fight to the death over the roses on Joyce's cake
-Joyce breaking her pinata...and the little boy wearing it as a hat afterward
-Lap dance with Lauren (rrrrrrow)
-Faux pas (what is the plural form???)
-Meeting John (Lola, he is sooooo nice!)
-Animal House w/ Scott
So much to do this weekend...4 grad parties, Chinatown/Boystown if I actually wake up tomorrow, dropping Joyce off to the airport... :( It still seems so surreal that she's leaving.
I am beginning to realize that I FUNDAMENTALLY AM INCAPABLE OF A MEANINGFUL AND LOVING RELATIONSHIP WITH A MAN. It's impossible to feel anything. Sometimes I think I put myself in situations where I know I'll be hurt just so I can feel...something...anything. I hate relationships because I always wind up feeling like such a bitch when people are so good to me and yet I feel nothing in return. It's not that I'm ingrateful. I dunno. I just can't relate to any sort of situation where I'm treated well. Not to get all Freudian (a lot of what Freud was bullshit--ie. penis envy? WTF?), but I do think that some of this has to do with my father. Blah.
And why do I feel the need for a permanent "guy stash?"