Hi LJ, how are you?
wow, okay, after ignoring Livejournal/Facebook/basically every online mode of diary communication ever, we find that LJ is still the bff of yesteryears. hi LJ, how's it hanging? but really, this post has a purpose (otherwise, LJ, we wouldn't be rekindling this destructive friendship)
so my question is -- does anyone still read this? or is everyone too busy with schoolwork/partying/college life, like I have? have we grown out of the comforts of online journaling, sharing our details of the exciting and the mundane in an attempt for, what, sympathy? sympathy is way overrated; girls, whatever else they are, are annoyingly sympathetic in situations which are completely not in their reign of expertise. but I'm babbling nonsense as usual, sorry.
it's wierd making out with a random guy when you're sober.
it's expecially wierd when it's your first time making out with anyone in particular and it's on the stage at a frat party where the two of you have just been dirty dancing -- real dirty dancing, not the fake movie kind -- and there are definitely people staring.
it gets wierder when he asks you up to his room for the night, twice, and the second time is post-saliva swap and you've just tasted the alcohol in his mouth and the party's ended and you need to leave because you have a chem test, no, that's not the reason why you're refusing his offer
it's probably wierd when you broke away from his mouth, shook your head, typed in your number when he handed you his phone (your real number, not the fake that you considered), and then kissed him on the cheek and ran away...well, ran as much as anyone can after a night in heels.
it's definitely wierd the next day when he calls and asks you to come out again, except no, you have a chem exam and you tell him so and he's sympathetic, and so he rainchecks it to clubbing on Thursday, will you go? it's wierd when you don't stop to think before agreeing.
it's wierd, because I never thought that I'd be the random hookup type. I mean, I'm not. I don't think. this is not like the beginning of a relationship at all, we haven't talked; at the end of the frat party, we didn't even know each other's names. this is a guy that I know nothing about aside from his physical appearance, his year and number, and whatever my floormates and Facebook can tell me about him. oh yes, and where he lives, I know that too.
it's wierd because part of me clings desperately to that really boring and geeky part of me who would rather spend hours online than go out, the part of me that doesn't go to frat parties, doesn't expect that at her first one this will happen and it'll be wierd.
it's wierd, because it's sort of an awkward time with floormates and people are distancing themselves while getting closer to each other, and it's a little lonely but it's your own fault, sort of
it's wierd, because you have a stats exam on Monday and one for chem on Weds, and you really need to just focus and go study, go, study, and put this weekend out of your mind. until Thursday.
so my question is -- does anyone still read this? or is everyone too busy with schoolwork/partying/college life, like I have? have we grown out of the comforts of online journaling, sharing our details of the exciting and the mundane in an attempt for, what, sympathy? sympathy is way overrated; girls, whatever else they are, are annoyingly sympathetic in situations which are completely not in their reign of expertise. but I'm babbling nonsense as usual, sorry.
it's wierd making out with a random guy when you're sober.
it's expecially wierd when it's your first time making out with anyone in particular and it's on the stage at a frat party where the two of you have just been dirty dancing -- real dirty dancing, not the fake movie kind -- and there are definitely people staring.
it gets wierder when he asks you up to his room for the night, twice, and the second time is post-saliva swap and you've just tasted the alcohol in his mouth and the party's ended and you need to leave because you have a chem test, no, that's not the reason why you're refusing his offer
it's probably wierd when you broke away from his mouth, shook your head, typed in your number when he handed you his phone (your real number, not the fake that you considered), and then kissed him on the cheek and ran away...well, ran as much as anyone can after a night in heels.
it's definitely wierd the next day when he calls and asks you to come out again, except no, you have a chem exam and you tell him so and he's sympathetic, and so he rainchecks it to clubbing on Thursday, will you go? it's wierd when you don't stop to think before agreeing.
it's wierd, because I never thought that I'd be the random hookup type. I mean, I'm not. I don't think. this is not like the beginning of a relationship at all, we haven't talked; at the end of the frat party, we didn't even know each other's names. this is a guy that I know nothing about aside from his physical appearance, his year and number, and whatever my floormates and Facebook can tell me about him. oh yes, and where he lives, I know that too.
it's wierd because part of me clings desperately to that really boring and geeky part of me who would rather spend hours online than go out, the part of me that doesn't go to frat parties, doesn't expect that at her first one this will happen and it'll be wierd.
it's wierd, because it's sort of an awkward time with floormates and people are distancing themselves while getting closer to each other, and it's a little lonely but it's your own fault, sort of
it's wierd, because you have a stats exam on Monday and one for chem on Weds, and you really need to just focus and go study, go, study, and put this weekend out of your mind. until Thursday.