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Life lately has been a mix of amazing and awful.
I threw a party last weekend that is one of those parties that is a definining moment of college life. It was perfection, and for no particular reason other than nothing went wrong and everything went right. My singular memory of the night is that I could not do a single round of flippy cup without the beer pouring out my nose.
At the same time, life has been very lonely. Every single semester of my college career I have had a boy except this one. I guess there are two months left still, but it's never been like this. I mean, it's been two months since I last got laid. This is unheard of. I just don't know how to deal with my life. I talked with the boy tonight who I thought liked me too, but he essentially told me he was moving on from me to something new. And this just does not happen to me. I am the boy that other boys are supposed to be hung up on. I don't know how to be on the other side.
Still, I'm submitting a play to a ten minute festival, and my playwriting teacher is in charge of it. She told me to submit it because she said it was exceptional, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it's going to work out for me. I need a project, I need reassurance that I can succeed, and hopefully this works out for me.
Whatevs. This is what happens when I lj intoxicated.
I threw a party last weekend that is one of those parties that is a definining moment of college life. It was perfection, and for no particular reason other than nothing went wrong and everything went right. My singular memory of the night is that I could not do a single round of flippy cup without the beer pouring out my nose.
At the same time, life has been very lonely. Every single semester of my college career I have had a boy except this one. I guess there are two months left still, but it's never been like this. I mean, it's been two months since I last got laid. This is unheard of. I just don't know how to deal with my life. I talked with the boy tonight who I thought liked me too, but he essentially told me he was moving on from me to something new. And this just does not happen to me. I am the boy that other boys are supposed to be hung up on. I don't know how to be on the other side.
Still, I'm submitting a play to a ten minute festival, and my playwriting teacher is in charge of it. She told me to submit it because she said it was exceptional, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it's going to work out for me. I need a project, I need reassurance that I can succeed, and hopefully this works out for me.
Whatevs. This is what happens when I lj intoxicated.