sara, the shots, the brits, the blues, the sex.
i got my blood drawn this morning. last month when i had to get it drawn i listened to dispatch on my ipod and tears seeped out the corners of my squinched closed eyelids. I was really miserable. this time was soo much better, in fact, it almost felt good. my stomach had that bottomless feeling like falling really fast in an amusement park ride, or almost like that sudden surge of attraction that rips through me when i bump into someone im really into. i got it again when i was driving home from taylors house tonight blasting this insanely stunning music. its funny to me that those four distinct instances all cause almost the same rush in me, but im glad that i can associate getting my blood taken with better things. woohoo!!!! bring onnnnnnnnnnnnnnn the heroooooiiine!
i talked to May today. found tickets to england from boston for 412 dollars round trip over christmas break. we have to work out dates though, but im soooo there. you know youre in too. last week i met some british schoolteachers at work and told them, conversationally, about my good friend may in sussex. they asked what school she went to, and i had to pause while scooping ice cream to rack my brain..god. what school? i knew she talked about it a lot..damn nation! finally the answer leapt to my lovely brain! fucker, i knew!! "ooooh yeah!!" i said triumphantly, "UNI! she's going back to UNI!" the teachers looked at me for a couple second with melted smiles on their face and then sort of started to giggle in this irritatingly british hawhawhawhaw. according to these two smugger englishwomen uni is no acronym but an abbreviation for university. so i was like "OH YEAH!! I KNOW THE NAME OF HER SCHOOL!! ITS COLLLLLLLEGE!" boy did i feel dumb and naive. i dunno, where does she go? norwich or somehting. goddamn brits.
leaving is going to be harder this time then it was the first time. im sure of it. ive hung out with taylor more this summer than like anyone else, and im going to miss him soooo much, almost as much as my family. he IS me, like the male version who thinks a lot less and doesnt overanalyse things(naturally...he's the GUY me).
so basically, i hate livejournal.for denying me totally unbridled free expression about whats reeally going on, and for maing everything i say automaticly cliche. im sure this site has been home to many rants about its forced superficiality and the self-concious "journalling" that goes on here, but i too am frustrated by its confines. the egotistical part of me likes thinking about random people reading my day to day thoughts, but then the private part of me flips out at revealing too much to people i know and people i probably dont and wont ever. anyway, i had better go to bed before i kick the analytical shit out of the world. ive already erased two paragraphs of mess. suffice it to say..that live journal and its vain and emo origins can lick my ballzzz>.
also, i was just thinking..are there straight male prostitutes? like how many and where? is there a redlight district in boston? there must be one in LA. not that im interested at all in a realistic, tangible sense... but one hears so much about female hookers and cross dressers and the like, i wonder what the ratio of good looking male prostitutes is to good looking female hookahs.(as we would say in the BOS..hookahs and chowdah) how much does sex usually go for? (now that im into needles i feel that this is the next step) ok. not really. but seriously. like, does a virgin get a bonus? like a geisha? i should hope so. the world may never know.
i talked to May today. found tickets to england from boston for 412 dollars round trip over christmas break. we have to work out dates though, but im soooo there. you know youre in too. last week i met some british schoolteachers at work and told them, conversationally, about my good friend may in sussex. they asked what school she went to, and i had to pause while scooping ice cream to rack my brain..god. what school? i knew she talked about it a lot..damn nation! finally the answer leapt to my lovely brain! fucker, i knew!! "ooooh yeah!!" i said triumphantly, "UNI! she's going back to UNI!" the teachers looked at me for a couple second with melted smiles on their face and then sort of started to giggle in this irritatingly british hawhawhawhaw. according to these two smugger englishwomen uni is no acronym but an abbreviation for university. so i was like "OH YEAH!! I KNOW THE NAME OF HER SCHOOL!! ITS COLLLLLLLEGE!" boy did i feel dumb and naive. i dunno, where does she go? norwich or somehting. goddamn brits.
leaving is going to be harder this time then it was the first time. im sure of it. ive hung out with taylor more this summer than like anyone else, and im going to miss him soooo much, almost as much as my family. he IS me, like the male version who thinks a lot less and doesnt overanalyse things(naturally...he's the GUY me).
so basically, i hate livejournal.for denying me totally unbridled free expression about whats reeally going on, and for maing everything i say automaticly cliche. im sure this site has been home to many rants about its forced superficiality and the self-concious "journalling" that goes on here, but i too am frustrated by its confines. the egotistical part of me likes thinking about random people reading my day to day thoughts, but then the private part of me flips out at revealing too much to people i know and people i probably dont and wont ever. anyway, i had better go to bed before i kick the analytical shit out of the world. ive already erased two paragraphs of mess. suffice it to say..that live journal and its vain and emo origins can lick my ballzzz>.
also, i was just thinking..are there straight male prostitutes? like how many and where? is there a redlight district in boston? there must be one in LA. not that im interested at all in a realistic, tangible sense... but one hears so much about female hookers and cross dressers and the like, i wonder what the ratio of good looking male prostitutes is to good looking female hookahs.(as we would say in the BOS..hookahs and chowdah) how much does sex usually go for? (now that im into needles i feel that this is the next step) ok. not really. but seriously. like, does a virgin get a bonus? like a geisha? i should hope so. the world may never know.