Fire Alarms and Anderson Cooper
Today while I was trying to watch the new episode of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy there was a fucking fire drill. And Im all maybe it will stop, maybe Im hearing things, and then this god awful beeping starts coming from somewhere in my room. Fuck. So I grab my purse, lock my door and head out. The only official outside is a campus guard counting heads as we exit the building. No fire trucks or anything. SO I say screw this, Im not waiting out in the heat and I hop in my car and take off. Fuck fire drills. LSMSA has ruined me. Anyways I decide to go to B&N because it is the only Starbucks still open in town and why not. Well I should NOT go to B&N in flannel pajama pants and a sweatshirt and wild hair, but I did anyways. So I wait in the longest line ever and get some caffeine that I really do not need and then I grab Vogue and Anderson Cooper's book. I read an article about an HIV+ woman and it wasn't too traumatic and then I start reading the AC book from where I left off last time. So I read like a page and then I come to this one sentence about how he never talks about his dad and I almost loose it right there in the middle of B&N. I guess Im hormonal or something. I dont know but I seriously almost started sobbing. Ive only read like 30 pages of this book but there are these similarities between our childhoods that are just soo.. I dont know they are comforting, but they shake me up. I shut the book after that and decided to buy the book so I could read it in private and not make a scene in B&N. I mean can you imagine seeing someone crying over Anderson Cooper's memoir? Well thats me. Loser. And I wasnt going to even buy this book because I am broke like whoa. I was going to have him sign my stolen Vanity Fair or something but I couldnt resist the 40% discount.
Anyways I stayed up all last night and then slept for six hours this afternoon. Ive fucked up my sleep schedule royally so I guess I will just read the book tonight. It wont take me long. Im pretty sure I read Anthony Rapp's book in one night as well. Its all about the memoirs lately. I cant complete any novel I pick up but I gobble these things up in no time. I cut a chunk out of my thumb the other day with a butter knife. It was bad. It bled forever. I had to go to Zombie mart aka Walgreens and buy gauze and tape. Today i took it off and it started bleeding profusely again. Its the same finger I sliced with scissors in Junior year when I was trying to carve a pumpkin and everyone freaked out.
Last weekend was no fun for the most part but I did go to Red Star for the indie dance party night. That was fun and crazy. I saw lots of people, but Im so fucking awkward and shy that I would just kind of wave and say hello and then walk away. Sorry. It would have been a lot better if I wasnt the only sober one, but someone has to drive these little lushes around. Went to a party afterwards and that was tres awkward. Left pretty soon, but not before a rumble of sorts broke out between the cool kids and these preppy kids. Someone got hit in the head with a beer bottle and we were gone.
Kristy comes back Saturday! El yay! June is lame.
Anyways I stayed up all last night and then slept for six hours this afternoon. Ive fucked up my sleep schedule royally so I guess I will just read the book tonight. It wont take me long. Im pretty sure I read Anthony Rapp's book in one night as well. Its all about the memoirs lately. I cant complete any novel I pick up but I gobble these things up in no time. I cut a chunk out of my thumb the other day with a butter knife. It was bad. It bled forever. I had to go to Zombie mart aka Walgreens and buy gauze and tape. Today i took it off and it started bleeding profusely again. Its the same finger I sliced with scissors in Junior year when I was trying to carve a pumpkin and everyone freaked out.
Last weekend was no fun for the most part but I did go to Red Star for the indie dance party night. That was fun and crazy. I saw lots of people, but Im so fucking awkward and shy that I would just kind of wave and say hello and then walk away. Sorry. It would have been a lot better if I wasnt the only sober one, but someone has to drive these little lushes around. Went to a party afterwards and that was tres awkward. Left pretty soon, but not before a rumble of sorts broke out between the cool kids and these preppy kids. Someone got hit in the head with a beer bottle and we were gone.
Kristy comes back Saturday! El yay! June is lame.