Over the Moon By Midnight
Oh my God, I had such a rad weekend I couldn't even begin to try to sum it up. I will anyway.
- Rob and Colin's joint birthday party at BC that ended in kisses and stitches. I played Brian Ball's didgeridoo and felt the glory of being nineteen three hundred and fifty miles from home when I didn't get home until 4 PM the next day. Side notes: flatbreads, T rides with Rob, stroking bellies, dancing, drinking, Pink Flamingoes, and a boy named Walsh.
- Saturday night at the Lesbian House on Gardner. So much boy drama, that somehow didn't manage to ruin a party that turned out three thousand times better than it should have been. I comforted a grieving friend over his first boy issue, and I felt that even if I had no clue how to do it, I helped. I love him, and I hope he knows that. I watched a nice boy hit the ground after he got clocked in the face by another nice boy. I watched a couple go absolutely mad for each other anytime they were near. I got complimented excessively (thank God for alcohol) and blushed when a certain dapper young lad gushed over my appearance. I felt the awkwardness of being caught in the middle of a truly shit situation. I felt life, I felt love. Oh God, thank you everyone for being exactly who you are, even if I don't like you. I love you. Side notes: beautiful boys at dinner, no, my name isn't Kirstie, thank you for being embarrassed for even saying it, walking in the rain, T. Anthony's, scenesters, and cake pans.
- Today I slept until 4:30, which means I missed my Greek meeting, but it didn't matter. I talked to Sridevi. I had a wonderful dinner with three people who make me happy hundred times as often as they make me sad or angry or stupid. I watched The Lonely Island videos. I finished the homework for tomorrow and got a head start on Tuesday's work. I think I'm really going to like The Bhagavad-Gita. Side notes: the Chronic(WHAT?!)les of Narnia, my name is Jorma, motherfucker, cotton candy, and blue mouths.