you taste like soot and poo, hubert cumberdale

Dec 06, 2006 00:17

tonight i had my last class with austin, the tan, blonde surfer boy who says "dude" a lot and would never even look at me like that. i hardly said a word to him all semester, but i can't help being sad that i won't ever get to see him again. he was delicious.

i have found my "type" again, since sam. you know - the yummy ones that i won't ever be able to gather enough courage to talk to. the cute skater boys with tight girl jeans and long, shaggy hair (maybe a tattoo here or there). i think i am hiding behind all those skinny, awkward crushes because i don't want to let anyone in anymore. i've realized that it's a bad idea, always. i will just look and drool now, instead of get-to-know-him and get-fucked-over. melodrama.

school is stressing me out: i should be writing a 10 pager on Queen Elizabeth I right now. The Virgin Queen. one righteous bitch, if you ask me. she said fuck men and she had a whole dynasty of rulers on the line. she didn't give a shit, and she wasn't going to compromise herself even if it meant scrutiny from a whole country. i love her.

i need to get my hurr did.
badly.
i think friday, if all goes according to plan.
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