I Like Beer... and Shirtless Boys
So yeah…. It’s Wednesday…. I’m done with class…. I came home to 20 guys and girls wearing no shirts in my living room and two girls tried to get into the shower with me…… and I got ripped to shreds in one of my presentations…. so it’s fucking drinking and loud music time. FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!
So yeah…. two of the guys…. just oh my God do I want them so. Just…. wow. And without shirts they… just have like perfect bodies… just… I could stare at them all day long.
Yeah… I’m sitting in my room blaring Madonna and Jonas Brothers and singing to it…. all good. Just all good.
So… for the past two days… I’ve all not worked. I mean.. I went to work… didn’t punch in and tried to do research and homework… which was piling up. Except today…. I got fucking blindsided by my boss with tons of crap. First I had to grade quizzes for one of our professors… then I had to babysit this id from New York that is accepted here and deciding if he wants to come. It was nice… he was kinda cute… and fun to talk to… but still…. it was time not spent on doing work I needed to get done. Yeah… it was crap. But eh… it’s the job.
So I went into my first class trying to do a presentation that my research for had been unfruitful… and got my ass reamed out. Dr. Fredericks was nice about it…. and it wasn’t horrible… but he was all…. so basically… you have nothing. And… yeah… I guess I kinda did have nothing. I hadn’t narrowed it down enough… and he was helpful and gave me some great avenues to hunt down to better flesh out what I wanted to say… it was good.
Then came my second presentation… which was part two of the presentation I started last week and no where near finished… and finished this week… rushing through Revelation 18 because I’d forgotten everything I’d wanted to say about it. It was lolworthy…. but I got a 100% on the presentation… so all good. Also… fuck yeah… writing the paper on how Revelation is echoed by anime. Oh yeah… the paper is going to rock… or fail miserably. We shall see.
Fuck… I have 2 weeks left and have 3 papers to research and write. Goddamn. And graduate level papers can’t be done the night before…. can’t get away… I have to steep myself in that shit like now. Except I have date plans Saturday… date plans I already cancelled on once due to sickness. He really wants to hang out… and I….. really want to hang out… and fuck…. but also really really need to get work done. It’s all…. can’t there be some way to do all three at once? Probably not. I’m gonna have to like compromise and take Saturday for fun… and maybe fucking…. but work my ass off in another way Friday night with reading and studying. I miss having like weekends to myself… oh the joys of undergrad.
So if you’ve been keeping up on my boss and my bitching of her… which I assume no one has… I talked last time of her trying to micromanage my design work and all and be all… must have blue script and blah blah. So yeah… I called her on it… and was like… it’s ugly… why? Her response…. oh…. her boss was adamant about it and insisted on a blue ribbon. So yeah… this Saturday.. at the conference I was at from 9-7 working… fuck that… I asked him about it and asked why he wanted the blue ribbon. His response… huh what? Yeah… he had no lue what I was talking about. None. She fucking lied to my face. This is the 4th time I’ve caught her palying us against him and him against us. Fuck her.
Every time she asks us to do something stupid or unreasonable and we go… fuck no… she gives us this long ran about how her boss is riding her and how it’s directly coming from him and he’s the unreasonable one. Yesterday she gave us this long rant about how her boss was being yelled at by the Dean’s office because something with our hours and getting paid the right amount got screwed up. Abby talked to him today and apologized for the mess… and he looked at her blankly and then was all…. oh yeah… I think I remember hearing something about it. She fucking blames everything on him to make herself look good.
And then…. a while back she put me in charge of some event on a day I have 2 classes and couldn’t do it… I e-mailed her right back and said I couldn’t… she forgot about it and when her boss asked… she told him it was all my responsibility and if I wasn’t on top of it it was all my fault. He forwarded the e-mail to me. Fuck that shit! What a fucking bitch.
Yeah… she plays us against him and him against us to mask the fact that she is incompetent. I mean…. it’s amazing how skilled she is…. we all were afraid of her boss… and now we know it’s all her being a giant cunt. I am just so sick of it… I’m tempted to go to him tomorrow and lay it all out… I hate that he’s being made to look like a monster.
Also… to finish the main part of this story dealing with the program and the blue ribbon and shit… I e-mailed him that design… which looks horrible with the blue… and one with an all black background and white font to match the cover…. which looks really nice… he totally agreed with me and chose the good one… not the blue one. I love him… all good… and my fucking boss still wants the ugly blue one proving she has no taste. Yeah… there is much anger and hatred… I don’t know how I’ll deal with a whole ‘nother year of her crap. Just… do not want.
So tempted to find another reason to go back into the living room and gape at hot guys. Just….. yeah. I mean… the one… this one that I talked to for a bit… he’s just….. I mean…. so athletic and yet lean.. and hairless…. just perfect… and he had nice large nipples… and most importantly…. his face was made of adorable…. I just…….. want…… yeah. I’m gonna be rock hard soon… time to stop.
Baseball.
Chandler……. Chandler’s knees…… there we go… problem solved… also… fuck yeah Friends reference.
So yeah…. beer….. I have found one of my favorite beers ever. I mean….. I tried it… came in a large bottle… nor bad price… got an A on BA…. and man… it’s good. Stone IPA. I just… can’t stop drinking it. The first time was the end. After drinking it that one time every beer I’ve put in my mouth since has tasted like swill. I mean.. I can still do Black and Tan’s… but even still… it’s just… only okay now. I so want more Stone IPA right now.. instead I’m drinking crap beer because it’s late and I just want to pound it and whatever. Right now I’m drinking this Orange Blossom Cream Ale… I have no idea what’s going on in it… none whatsoever…. but whatever….. swig.
Oh God…. fuck crappy roommate is in my room… and… talking about going to the same school as me for graduate… I’d kill myself. Seriously…. Claremont is looking epic… they are a center for both process theology and queer theology… I want to go worship at the altar of their awesomeness. But if Adam is there… fuck it all. I mean… no… I can’t tolerate him. Just no. Just so very no. I’d die. A lot. I want to go to places that have Abby… and Jamal… and Haydon… I love these guys… not so much with the Adam. His smell alone would deter me. Seriously…. no.
So… hot naked guys have all gone home… I’m sad. So I totally just asked Marc how thrilled he as at having Adam crash his party… as well as told him about the girls trying to get into the shower with me. His response to Adam… was he had people over… Adam just kinda dropped in and was all… haha I’m kewl lol. And Marc tried to get him to leave and was all… hey…. I’ve got people over and all… can you skidaddle (my word)… and Adam was… no I’m just gonna sit down and watch the highlights on Sportscenter. Yeah… stayed the whole time. Fucking retard. As for the girls…. Marc knew one of them… and she brought all kinds of friends… so he knew them not at all… and yeah… he apologized… and I was all.. whatever yo.
But seriously… why do girls all want to get in the shower/sack with me? I don’t get it. And I mean… these are total strangers…. not at all people who can even guess I’m gay…. and they’re drunk as shit… and surrounded by guys that are like the epitome of hotness… I mean… I would have fucked any one of them… I would’ve fucked all of them at once…. but no… they want to get in the shower with me…. seriously… I don’t get it. I mean.. if I was them….. so many other guys I’d go for first. Just… wow… especially two of them… just… wow… but no.. three girls came into the bathroom together and two of them tried to get into the shower with me. Just…. why couldn’t they be the hot guys? WHY?????!?!?!?!?!?!
I LIKE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS!!!!!!!
So yeah… it’s like 5 beers later… and….. uhm…. I don’t even know what I’m talking about. I’ve been talking to people and shit… but they’ve all retired for the night… so now it’s probably time for me to do so.
So yeah…. two of the guys…. just oh my God do I want them so. Just…. wow. And without shirts they… just have like perfect bodies… just… I could stare at them all day long.
Yeah… I’m sitting in my room blaring Madonna and Jonas Brothers and singing to it…. all good. Just all good.
So… for the past two days… I’ve all not worked. I mean.. I went to work… didn’t punch in and tried to do research and homework… which was piling up. Except today…. I got fucking blindsided by my boss with tons of crap. First I had to grade quizzes for one of our professors… then I had to babysit this id from New York that is accepted here and deciding if he wants to come. It was nice… he was kinda cute… and fun to talk to… but still…. it was time not spent on doing work I needed to get done. Yeah… it was crap. But eh… it’s the job.
So I went into my first class trying to do a presentation that my research for had been unfruitful… and got my ass reamed out. Dr. Fredericks was nice about it…. and it wasn’t horrible… but he was all…. so basically… you have nothing. And… yeah… I guess I kinda did have nothing. I hadn’t narrowed it down enough… and he was helpful and gave me some great avenues to hunt down to better flesh out what I wanted to say… it was good.
Then came my second presentation… which was part two of the presentation I started last week and no where near finished… and finished this week… rushing through Revelation 18 because I’d forgotten everything I’d wanted to say about it. It was lolworthy…. but I got a 100% on the presentation… so all good. Also… fuck yeah… writing the paper on how Revelation is echoed by anime. Oh yeah… the paper is going to rock… or fail miserably. We shall see.
Fuck… I have 2 weeks left and have 3 papers to research and write. Goddamn. And graduate level papers can’t be done the night before…. can’t get away… I have to steep myself in that shit like now. Except I have date plans Saturday… date plans I already cancelled on once due to sickness. He really wants to hang out… and I….. really want to hang out… and fuck…. but also really really need to get work done. It’s all…. can’t there be some way to do all three at once? Probably not. I’m gonna have to like compromise and take Saturday for fun… and maybe fucking…. but work my ass off in another way Friday night with reading and studying. I miss having like weekends to myself… oh the joys of undergrad.
So if you’ve been keeping up on my boss and my bitching of her… which I assume no one has… I talked last time of her trying to micromanage my design work and all and be all… must have blue script and blah blah. So yeah… I called her on it… and was like… it’s ugly… why? Her response…. oh…. her boss was adamant about it and insisted on a blue ribbon. So yeah… this Saturday.. at the conference I was at from 9-7 working… fuck that… I asked him about it and asked why he wanted the blue ribbon. His response… huh what? Yeah… he had no lue what I was talking about. None. She fucking lied to my face. This is the 4th time I’ve caught her palying us against him and him against us. Fuck her.
Every time she asks us to do something stupid or unreasonable and we go… fuck no… she gives us this long ran about how her boss is riding her and how it’s directly coming from him and he’s the unreasonable one. Yesterday she gave us this long rant about how her boss was being yelled at by the Dean’s office because something with our hours and getting paid the right amount got screwed up. Abby talked to him today and apologized for the mess… and he looked at her blankly and then was all…. oh yeah… I think I remember hearing something about it. She fucking blames everything on him to make herself look good.
And then…. a while back she put me in charge of some event on a day I have 2 classes and couldn’t do it… I e-mailed her right back and said I couldn’t… she forgot about it and when her boss asked… she told him it was all my responsibility and if I wasn’t on top of it it was all my fault. He forwarded the e-mail to me. Fuck that shit! What a fucking bitch.
Yeah… she plays us against him and him against us to mask the fact that she is incompetent. I mean…. it’s amazing how skilled she is…. we all were afraid of her boss… and now we know it’s all her being a giant cunt. I am just so sick of it… I’m tempted to go to him tomorrow and lay it all out… I hate that he’s being made to look like a monster.
Also… to finish the main part of this story dealing with the program and the blue ribbon and shit… I e-mailed him that design… which looks horrible with the blue… and one with an all black background and white font to match the cover…. which looks really nice… he totally agreed with me and chose the good one… not the blue one. I love him… all good… and my fucking boss still wants the ugly blue one proving she has no taste. Yeah… there is much anger and hatred… I don’t know how I’ll deal with a whole ‘nother year of her crap. Just… do not want.
So tempted to find another reason to go back into the living room and gape at hot guys. Just….. yeah. I mean… the one… this one that I talked to for a bit… he’s just….. I mean…. so athletic and yet lean.. and hairless…. just perfect… and he had nice large nipples… and most importantly…. his face was made of adorable…. I just…….. want…… yeah. I’m gonna be rock hard soon… time to stop.
Baseball.
Chandler……. Chandler’s knees…… there we go… problem solved… also… fuck yeah Friends reference.
So yeah…. beer….. I have found one of my favorite beers ever. I mean….. I tried it… came in a large bottle… nor bad price… got an A on BA…. and man… it’s good. Stone IPA. I just… can’t stop drinking it. The first time was the end. After drinking it that one time every beer I’ve put in my mouth since has tasted like swill. I mean.. I can still do Black and Tan’s… but even still… it’s just… only okay now. I so want more Stone IPA right now.. instead I’m drinking crap beer because it’s late and I just want to pound it and whatever. Right now I’m drinking this Orange Blossom Cream Ale… I have no idea what’s going on in it… none whatsoever…. but whatever….. swig.
Oh God…. fuck crappy roommate is in my room… and… talking about going to the same school as me for graduate… I’d kill myself. Seriously…. Claremont is looking epic… they are a center for both process theology and queer theology… I want to go worship at the altar of their awesomeness. But if Adam is there… fuck it all. I mean… no… I can’t tolerate him. Just no. Just so very no. I’d die. A lot. I want to go to places that have Abby… and Jamal… and Haydon… I love these guys… not so much with the Adam. His smell alone would deter me. Seriously…. no.
So… hot naked guys have all gone home… I’m sad. So I totally just asked Marc how thrilled he as at having Adam crash his party… as well as told him about the girls trying to get into the shower with me. His response to Adam… was he had people over… Adam just kinda dropped in and was all… haha I’m kewl lol. And Marc tried to get him to leave and was all… hey…. I’ve got people over and all… can you skidaddle (my word)… and Adam was… no I’m just gonna sit down and watch the highlights on Sportscenter. Yeah… stayed the whole time. Fucking retard. As for the girls…. Marc knew one of them… and she brought all kinds of friends… so he knew them not at all… and yeah… he apologized… and I was all.. whatever yo.
But seriously… why do girls all want to get in the shower/sack with me? I don’t get it. And I mean… these are total strangers…. not at all people who can even guess I’m gay…. and they’re drunk as shit… and surrounded by guys that are like the epitome of hotness… I mean… I would have fucked any one of them… I would’ve fucked all of them at once…. but no… they want to get in the shower with me…. seriously… I don’t get it. I mean.. if I was them….. so many other guys I’d go for first. Just… wow… especially two of them… just… wow… but no.. three girls came into the bathroom together and two of them tried to get into the shower with me. Just…. why couldn’t they be the hot guys? WHY?????!?!?!?!?!?!
I LIKE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS!!!!!!!
So yeah… it’s like 5 beers later… and….. uhm…. I don’t even know what I’m talking about. I’ve been talking to people and shit… but they’ve all retired for the night… so now it’s probably time for me to do so.