In which Jasper turns procrastination into an art:
Friday night was fun. Em picked me up, and managed to not get lost, which was impressive. Then I hung out all evening with her and Kait and we painted and ate really, really spicy home-made salsa. And talked about how it's weird that all these sixth graders are all into music and fashion, seeing how, when we were twelve, overalls were the coolest things ever. Especially if they were green cord overalls. It was sort of like a stitch and bitch, only with paintings.
Yesterday I attempted to do some research for my final FDTN paper. By five I was completely sick of it and ready to leave and do anything else. At all. Trevor finally called me, and we decided to go to twisted to the drag show. Which was pretty awesome, though dom showed up at the last second and was in the show. So we moved to the back, but by the time he was on, I was pretty drunk, and able to watch. It wasn't that impressive. He only got a dollar as a tip, and, I mean, some of the queens got a crapload more. Especially the really hot one in the white dress, whose name I can't remember. Because she was awesome.
We ran into Em in the washroom and then hung out with her and Kait and Megan and Patrick. I got really drunk off two drinks. Because I am that cool. It was pretty wicked, though really hot. I was wearing a long-sleeved shirt under a short-sleeved one, which wasn't good planning. And then, because I didn't really care at that point, I exchanged them right off the corner of the dance floor. While not binding or wearing an undershirt or anything. Em and Megan didn't even pretend that they weren't watching and enjoying it. Heh.
Headed back to Trev's place, where it took forever for the room-mates to stop bursting into the room and going 'bow-chica bow WOW!' all the time. And then, 'cause I'm well into the process of getting a cold, I didn't really fall asleep until six in the morning.
People keep thinking I'm with people, and I'm not. Do I have to put up a message saying that, no, I really am just flirting because now I'm allowed? I've gotten asked twice if I'm going out with Eric, and then once if I'm going out with Trevor.
I'm still single, people. Really. Promise.
Rachel and Erin came to Trev's place at, like, eleven this morning. They're all like, we're here to hang out with Trevor, who was very hung over at that point. He's too cool to drink water before going to bed. So I had two cups of coffee, and went out with them to see Horton Hears a Who! because I really, really don't want to write my paper, and wasn't going to do it today anyway. Really cute movie. They did a much better job than they did for the Grinch.
Didn't eat anything until three? Probably not the greatest idea. I should go eat something. And work on my paper.
Yesterday I attempted to do some research for my final FDTN paper. By five I was completely sick of it and ready to leave and do anything else. At all. Trevor finally called me, and we decided to go to twisted to the drag show. Which was pretty awesome, though dom showed up at the last second and was in the show. So we moved to the back, but by the time he was on, I was pretty drunk, and able to watch. It wasn't that impressive. He only got a dollar as a tip, and, I mean, some of the queens got a crapload more. Especially the really hot one in the white dress, whose name I can't remember. Because she was awesome.
We ran into Em in the washroom and then hung out with her and Kait and Megan and Patrick. I got really drunk off two drinks. Because I am that cool. It was pretty wicked, though really hot. I was wearing a long-sleeved shirt under a short-sleeved one, which wasn't good planning. And then, because I didn't really care at that point, I exchanged them right off the corner of the dance floor. While not binding or wearing an undershirt or anything. Em and Megan didn't even pretend that they weren't watching and enjoying it. Heh.
Headed back to Trev's place, where it took forever for the room-mates to stop bursting into the room and going 'bow-chica bow WOW!' all the time. And then, 'cause I'm well into the process of getting a cold, I didn't really fall asleep until six in the morning.
People keep thinking I'm with people, and I'm not. Do I have to put up a message saying that, no, I really am just flirting because now I'm allowed? I've gotten asked twice if I'm going out with Eric, and then once if I'm going out with Trevor.
I'm still single, people. Really. Promise.
Rachel and Erin came to Trev's place at, like, eleven this morning. They're all like, we're here to hang out with Trevor, who was very hung over at that point. He's too cool to drink water before going to bed. So I had two cups of coffee, and went out with them to see Horton Hears a Who! because I really, really don't want to write my paper, and wasn't going to do it today anyway. Really cute movie. They did a much better job than they did for the Grinch.
Didn't eat anything until three? Probably not the greatest idea. I should go eat something. And work on my paper.