i kind of really like my life right now (mostly)
so on saturday night i went to a party at my friend sulin's house where we all got drunk and then coopted the living room where her lame roommate's lame friends were, and then had a dance party and got more drunk.
massimo and i fought because he punched me in the jaw. he didn't mean to but it happened to happen while he was making fun of me, so i had to make a big deal out of it.
ps - that's my outfit, it was a dressup party and i was actually wearing a hot shirt but i got cold. those are my capri 120s in my pocket.
that's my boyfriend.
these are my girls.
this boy is like my baby brother to the max, his name is van and we just wile out and its the best, and that's sulin who is a gem, too.
then we went to this other party where i got drunker and we danced more. see?:
this kid is SUCH a fucking gem. little indie rock boarding school boy-- he's my pet.
heather would kill me if she knew this was here. she's actually one of the most beautiful people basically ever.
so then it ends up being just me and van and heather because everyone left because we're the party trio and that's how we roll. and them somehow i end up with this kid i know, through friends/parties/etc. and he's that type of kid that the uofc is entirely overpopulated by -- questionably straight boys, and by questionably straight i mean we're all like dude, you're wearing a baby tee and pulling madonna dance moves, and they're like no we like girls. whatever. its an institution of the institution. so i guess maybe we were dancing or something and then we end up in the hallway and i sit down on the floor against the wall and he sits down on the floor against the wall across from me and i'm just all happydrunk and adrenalined up from dancing and then he looks weird and i say, "what's up?" and he says, "i'm an asshole" and i say, "what'd you do?" and he looks at me funny and says, "you have a boyfriend." and i say, "yeah." and then i realize what's going on and he says something about boys being assholes and i laugh and say, "that professor never told me that!" because we were in some touchy feely human development class together for a little while and he says, "phil? he should have" all weird and then we're just sitting there
and because i'm basically twelve years old [except happier and more confident] on the inside, i jump up and start laughing hysterically and go, "THIS ISN'T HAPPENING RIGHT NOW" and scamper off.
oh my.
massimo and i fought because he punched me in the jaw. he didn't mean to but it happened to happen while he was making fun of me, so i had to make a big deal out of it.
ps - that's my outfit, it was a dressup party and i was actually wearing a hot shirt but i got cold. those are my capri 120s in my pocket.
that's my boyfriend.
these are my girls.
this boy is like my baby brother to the max, his name is van and we just wile out and its the best, and that's sulin who is a gem, too.
then we went to this other party where i got drunker and we danced more. see?:
this kid is SUCH a fucking gem. little indie rock boarding school boy-- he's my pet.
heather would kill me if she knew this was here. she's actually one of the most beautiful people basically ever.
so then it ends up being just me and van and heather because everyone left because we're the party trio and that's how we roll. and them somehow i end up with this kid i know, through friends/parties/etc. and he's that type of kid that the uofc is entirely overpopulated by -- questionably straight boys, and by questionably straight i mean we're all like dude, you're wearing a baby tee and pulling madonna dance moves, and they're like no we like girls. whatever. its an institution of the institution. so i guess maybe we were dancing or something and then we end up in the hallway and i sit down on the floor against the wall and he sits down on the floor against the wall across from me and i'm just all happydrunk and adrenalined up from dancing and then he looks weird and i say, "what's up?" and he says, "i'm an asshole" and i say, "what'd you do?" and he looks at me funny and says, "you have a boyfriend." and i say, "yeah." and then i realize what's going on and he says something about boys being assholes and i laugh and say, "that professor never told me that!" because we were in some touchy feely human development class together for a little while and he says, "phil? he should have" all weird and then we're just sitting there
and because i'm basically twelve years old [except happier and more confident] on the inside, i jump up and start laughing hysterically and go, "THIS ISN'T HAPPENING RIGHT NOW" and scamper off.
oh my.