fate
so.. such an inspiring past few days. tuesday i ran a bunch of errands, visited my mom's crazy friend's shop and bought an uber cute purse, and as i was on my way to pj's for some good ole interpol reading, granita and possible conversation with a cute boy (ahem..matt!), i ran into greg. like my best friend since 3rd grade's new boyfriend. he was headed into a maple st. flower shop to pick up a congratulations present for sarah (his g/f, my long time friend) who directed a school play that was opening that night. after that, he accompanied me to pjs where i ran into some jesuit boys i know, and gave ben the money i owed carly for that random night on the streetcar. i really hope he gives it to her, he doesn't seem like a deceiving boy. so he took me to winn dixie where i bought sarah the most obnoxiously huge and pink bunny balloon. we went to the play, and i won't critique it for sarah's sake. anyway, saw some old friends, it was cool.
wednesday i went downtown to have coffee w/ this french guy "meech" i met a few months back who goes to uno. i was very happy to practice my almost native tongue with someone who has a comprehensible accent, sorry lily, but you're too a la campagne for me. get off the farm and go back to paris. oh yeah, wednesday was also st. patrick's day. went to t.j's and met some cool guy named barry (haha, b/c i ended up w/ a different barry at the end of the night). had a few drinks w/ barry and the candyman when the girls showed up. needless to say, i got pretty wasted. met some boys..yeah. so as i'm in mid conversation with i have no idea since i was drunk off my ass, the cutest boy approaches me. he's got a bit of a croup de punk, which made me giggle , and was sporting a pinstriped jacket covered in paint splotches with the collar flipped up.def my type. not to mention he was fun as hell. so after a stretch of amusing banter, he just up and left. wallowing into my drink, i found yet some other boys to fix my attention upon, not nearly as entertaining or good looking, though. so next thing i know, andrew ( croup de punk painter guy) returns, sits next to me.. we start talking and he kisses me. weird. then he offers a 3some with his friend laura. i declined b/c she wasnt that cute, and i wasnt THAT drunk. anyway...barry, (the guy i met in 9th grade when i got really fucked up at homecoming and took off my clothes in a drunken stupor on our limo bus......those were the days), came in with some friends and we chilled for a little bit. i lost drunk caitlyn to some weird ass old man, i hope she's alright. so barry left, got my # and called me after he left. whilst engaged in conversation with barry, the phone beeps and it;s jenny on the other line, i click over to hear nothing but her yelling at me for god knows what and pass the phone to sarina. apparently while she had drank too much, i became an absolutely horrid person. anyway, while that was being settled i made plans with barry to meet up with sarina and i later to smoke and chill. sooo... he comes to sarina's house and was accompanied by 2 friends...one of which i don't recall his name, we'll call him derk, and the other guy was BRANDON MARTIN!, who happens to be the guy i lost my virginity to and i hadn't seen since i moved. it was funny as hell. anyway, he's got my # (oddly enough i'm in his phone as "broken v", if someone wants to further explain that to me, i'd be much obliged.)so i went to bed at like 7:30 am, and chilled at sarina's literally all day, and just got home maybe an hour ago.
late.
wednesday i went downtown to have coffee w/ this french guy "meech" i met a few months back who goes to uno. i was very happy to practice my almost native tongue with someone who has a comprehensible accent, sorry lily, but you're too a la campagne for me. get off the farm and go back to paris. oh yeah, wednesday was also st. patrick's day. went to t.j's and met some cool guy named barry (haha, b/c i ended up w/ a different barry at the end of the night). had a few drinks w/ barry and the candyman when the girls showed up. needless to say, i got pretty wasted. met some boys..yeah. so as i'm in mid conversation with i have no idea since i was drunk off my ass, the cutest boy approaches me. he's got a bit of a croup de punk, which made me giggle , and was sporting a pinstriped jacket covered in paint splotches with the collar flipped up.def my type. not to mention he was fun as hell. so after a stretch of amusing banter, he just up and left. wallowing into my drink, i found yet some other boys to fix my attention upon, not nearly as entertaining or good looking, though. so next thing i know, andrew ( croup de punk painter guy) returns, sits next to me.. we start talking and he kisses me. weird. then he offers a 3some with his friend laura. i declined b/c she wasnt that cute, and i wasnt THAT drunk. anyway...barry, (the guy i met in 9th grade when i got really fucked up at homecoming and took off my clothes in a drunken stupor on our limo bus......those were the days), came in with some friends and we chilled for a little bit. i lost drunk caitlyn to some weird ass old man, i hope she's alright. so barry left, got my # and called me after he left. whilst engaged in conversation with barry, the phone beeps and it;s jenny on the other line, i click over to hear nothing but her yelling at me for god knows what and pass the phone to sarina. apparently while she had drank too much, i became an absolutely horrid person. anyway, while that was being settled i made plans with barry to meet up with sarina and i later to smoke and chill. sooo... he comes to sarina's house and was accompanied by 2 friends...one of which i don't recall his name, we'll call him derk, and the other guy was BRANDON MARTIN!, who happens to be the guy i lost my virginity to and i hadn't seen since i moved. it was funny as hell. anyway, he's got my # (oddly enough i'm in his phone as "broken v", if someone wants to further explain that to me, i'd be much obliged.)so i went to bed at like 7:30 am, and chilled at sarina's literally all day, and just got home maybe an hour ago.
late.