house guests and other updates
Hello there dear journal. I know you are used to exciting stories, but tragically, my life right now is not that interesting. I am a grad student, and my life is filled with either studying, worrying about not studying, going to class, and on very rare occassion, writing. There has been no sex to speak of now in... 2 weeks. (Should we perhaps here discuss the definition of sex? perhaps not) But I will update you on what there is to be updated.
Honor: Do you remember that redheaded archeologist roommate of mine in Ireland who was from Minnesota? Well, she and her friend Shawna have come to visit for 8 days. They will on occassion be staying in my living room and sometimes be staying at Jonny's place. I am torn by a variety of emotions: fear over how much we will drink, excitement for having a new reason to slack, and general worry about not having enough time with them or the resources to really make them see new orleans well. However, given that this is honor, the one person who ever advocated my pursuit of casual sex, the girl i know who loves to drink whiskey and howl at the moon, I will likely have more to write about in the journal :)
Illini: Oh my poor darling boys, did you have to let us down? It was a good game, and I thought you could pull it back until the last minute, but... instead you let those tar heels take it from you. tsk tsk tsk. AND! Horror of all horrors, "the chef" actually bet me that the tar heels would win it, by five pts. Do you know how much they won by? yep, five pts. It is time for me to grovel.
Speaking of "the chef" as I like to do, lets see what updates I can give you. He came over Sunday night just as the "bark like a dog" scene from coming to america came on. Thus, i was already overjoyed and pulled him in the house and sat in his lap while we watched half the movie. That was probably one of the better moments of all time, just because of how happy both he and that movie make me. Thank god Margo was home, because we were forced to do things, like eat and talk, like normal people. So we went to sushi, again (still good, but then sushi is always good) and talked about the youngest and oldest people we have dated. And then we came back and... and well, it was good :)
I just like him. I like that we text each other all day long saying stupid stuff and running up my bill. I like that he asks me "whats going on in [my] crazy head." I like that I could really be doing anything with him and be having the best time. I like that I can tell the aussie about him, and not be doing it to make Aus jealous, but to make him happy for me, and because he gets what its like to (possibly) fall again.
Ok, the update for my chi-town girls: you are getting your wish, in terms of my boy-friends anyway; 1) he is taking me to a nice dinner next week. yes dears, like a real date :) and 2) I just might be bringing him home for a few days at the end of may when I come home. How's that? Does it make up for my perpetual absence?
Honor: Do you remember that redheaded archeologist roommate of mine in Ireland who was from Minnesota? Well, she and her friend Shawna have come to visit for 8 days. They will on occassion be staying in my living room and sometimes be staying at Jonny's place. I am torn by a variety of emotions: fear over how much we will drink, excitement for having a new reason to slack, and general worry about not having enough time with them or the resources to really make them see new orleans well. However, given that this is honor, the one person who ever advocated my pursuit of casual sex, the girl i know who loves to drink whiskey and howl at the moon, I will likely have more to write about in the journal :)
Illini: Oh my poor darling boys, did you have to let us down? It was a good game, and I thought you could pull it back until the last minute, but... instead you let those tar heels take it from you. tsk tsk tsk. AND! Horror of all horrors, "the chef" actually bet me that the tar heels would win it, by five pts. Do you know how much they won by? yep, five pts. It is time for me to grovel.
Speaking of "the chef" as I like to do, lets see what updates I can give you. He came over Sunday night just as the "bark like a dog" scene from coming to america came on. Thus, i was already overjoyed and pulled him in the house and sat in his lap while we watched half the movie. That was probably one of the better moments of all time, just because of how happy both he and that movie make me. Thank god Margo was home, because we were forced to do things, like eat and talk, like normal people. So we went to sushi, again (still good, but then sushi is always good) and talked about the youngest and oldest people we have dated. And then we came back and... and well, it was good :)
I just like him. I like that we text each other all day long saying stupid stuff and running up my bill. I like that he asks me "whats going on in [my] crazy head." I like that I could really be doing anything with him and be having the best time. I like that I can tell the aussie about him, and not be doing it to make Aus jealous, but to make him happy for me, and because he gets what its like to (possibly) fall again.
Ok, the update for my chi-town girls: you are getting your wish, in terms of my boy-friends anyway; 1) he is taking me to a nice dinner next week. yes dears, like a real date :) and 2) I just might be bringing him home for a few days at the end of may when I come home. How's that? Does it make up for my perpetual absence?