Hope you like the taste of blue cheese ..
Because it's early, early in the morning (but not as early as some other early mornings I have experienced in the past number of weeks), because I'm feeling ROUGH (and I mean that in an entirely sober, loathing the fact that I'm capable of reproducing sort of way), because I only have one channel and don't want to bother turning my tv on to watch it through the static, and because I miss people, genuinely MISS them, I write.
And because I'm wishing someone would come over here and rub my shoulders for me, because I'm just not a self-serve kind of girl.
I truly, really, fully intended to go to school, go to every class, every day this week. Considering that it is a week following a long weekend, this should be a task easily accomplished, non? Well, no, apparently. Tuesday, mission accomplished. Every class, don't I feel special. Then a trip to emerge with Haley where we spent 2ish hours waiting, only to leave because there was still about another hour ahead of us. And then to the movies, where I sat between boyfriend and "guy who has a crush on me and with whom I went on a few dates a couple of monthes ago but only want to be friends with now" which was fun. Very relieved when guy went home early and evening became couples night.
Don't get me wrong - I enjoy talking to guy immensely. I can talk to him about almost anything, and he's one of my best guy friends, but every time we hang out alone he thinks it's one step closer to being with me, in a not so platonic fashion. Which it just isn't.
So the point of including all of that was to explain how it suddenly became 7 am and I was still not home. It's happened before, true, even on school nights (I'm so bad, I know), but this was the morning of my mum's surgery, so when she called Andrew's cell phone looking for me, she was not impressed. Nor was she impressed when he informed her that he had traded me for cocaine, and I was therefore unavailable for comment.
Nor was she terribly impressed when I finally got home, and having put my hair up in a hasty ponytail, revealed the rather conspicious marks on my neck.
This week is going well.
So now it is early thursday morning, and my stomache is cramping so bad I want to puke and die (though admittedly the combination of too much wal proxen and heated rice bag has helped) and it doesn't look like I'll be attending school tomorrow, either. But I hereby resolve to actually accomplish something tomorrow during the day, seeing as how in the evening I have to go visit mum in the hospital, and then, assuming my world issues essay is finished, go out for a bit, as a form of distraction. What lovely distraction.
I have a lot I need to get off my chest, like the removal of nipple rings. I don't know if it's just me, but aside from eyebrow rings (which arguably do not suit every face), nipple rings are just about the sexiest of all male peircings. Nose rings are messy, especially if he suffers from allergies. Earrings are forgivable, but only if visible tattoos are present. Tongue rings make you wonder about a fellow (Chris Rock, anyone?). A Prince Albert is taking things just a little too far. Nipple rings, on the other hand, be they an actual ring or a barbell, are the perfect mixture of sex and public viewing, assuming the male in question is in better shape than Peter Griffin. So the question comes to mind: Why would a guy remove his? I simply don't understand.
I'm craving something right now, but I'm really not too sure what.
It seems like so long as I was staying in almost every school night, and several weekend nights too, accepting nothing below above average in school related pursuits and perfectly happy with my rather single status.
Now? I'd be thrilled with a 70 in Writer's Craft (though I'm not expecting anything higher than a 55), I'm out more than I should be, and somewhat spur the thought of being alone. Not that being together is any less lonely, sometimes.
I'm not sure what I'm getting at. I'm surprised we've both stuck around this long.
It's been so long since I've really talked to many people. There are a few that I keep up with on a daily basis, that know most of everything, though very, very few if any know the whole picture. I miss those many people that I used to have monster conversations with, getting to the minor details which really mean very little but can make all the difference in the world.
I miss a lot lately, come to think of it.
I miss when people weren't scandalized by the fact I occasionally imbibe too much alcohol (alcohol poisoning changes a lot of things, apparently). I miss talking on the phone. I miss watching sunday night tv while doing homework several days late (as opposed to watching the computer screen blur before my eyes while doing homework several monthes late).
People said to me several times immediately following my "sambucca incident" that I had changed over the past few weeks. I didn't understand what they meant, nor did I think I had changed, at least not conciously or to any great extent.
But now I'm wondering if I've changed again, if I'm different. If that's a good thing. If this summer is going to be at all like last summer (minus a few important people, unfortunately). If any of the decisions I've made in the last few monthes could turn out to be some of the biggest sources of regret.
These ponderings are far too deep for my current state of mind. I should have agreed to go out tonight. Instead of being "responsible." There are always other nights for irresponsibility, I suppose.
Movie soundtrack for your life.
The rules:
1. Put your music player of choice on shuffle
2. Scene one = first song played, scene two = second, so on.
3. No cheating/skipping
4. Pass it on
Opening Credits: "Jimmy Was A Stimulator" -- Scott Weiland
Waking Up: "Misery" -- P!nk ft. Steven Tyler
An Ordinary Day: "Pour Some sugar On Me" -- Def Leppard
The First Date: "Sweet Neo Con" -- Rolling Stones
Falling in Love: "My Old Self" -- Wide Mouth Mason
The Break-up: "Torture Me" -- Metric
Getting Back Together: "The Downtrodden Song" -- Dennis Leary
Life's Okay: "Shaking" -- Our Lady Peace
The Mental Breakdown: "Get Ur Freak On" -- Missy Elliot (guys, don't judge me. please.)
Cruising: "I'm Burning For You" -- Blue Oyster Cult
The Flashback: "Blue Monday" -- Orgy
The Frat Party: "Flaming Telepaths" -- Blue Oyster Cult
Everybody Dance Now: "Where The Boys Go" -- Rolling Stones
Regretting: "Daisy" -- Stone Temple Pilots
The Long Night Alone: "We Are All On Drugs" -- Weezer
A Death: "Girlfriend" -- The Darkness
And because I'm wishing someone would come over here and rub my shoulders for me, because I'm just not a self-serve kind of girl.
I truly, really, fully intended to go to school, go to every class, every day this week. Considering that it is a week following a long weekend, this should be a task easily accomplished, non? Well, no, apparently. Tuesday, mission accomplished. Every class, don't I feel special. Then a trip to emerge with Haley where we spent 2ish hours waiting, only to leave because there was still about another hour ahead of us. And then to the movies, where I sat between boyfriend and "guy who has a crush on me and with whom I went on a few dates a couple of monthes ago but only want to be friends with now" which was fun. Very relieved when guy went home early and evening became couples night.
Don't get me wrong - I enjoy talking to guy immensely. I can talk to him about almost anything, and he's one of my best guy friends, but every time we hang out alone he thinks it's one step closer to being with me, in a not so platonic fashion. Which it just isn't.
So the point of including all of that was to explain how it suddenly became 7 am and I was still not home. It's happened before, true, even on school nights (I'm so bad, I know), but this was the morning of my mum's surgery, so when she called Andrew's cell phone looking for me, she was not impressed. Nor was she impressed when he informed her that he had traded me for cocaine, and I was therefore unavailable for comment.
Nor was she terribly impressed when I finally got home, and having put my hair up in a hasty ponytail, revealed the rather conspicious marks on my neck.
This week is going well.
So now it is early thursday morning, and my stomache is cramping so bad I want to puke and die (though admittedly the combination of too much wal proxen and heated rice bag has helped) and it doesn't look like I'll be attending school tomorrow, either. But I hereby resolve to actually accomplish something tomorrow during the day, seeing as how in the evening I have to go visit mum in the hospital, and then, assuming my world issues essay is finished, go out for a bit, as a form of distraction. What lovely distraction.
I have a lot I need to get off my chest, like the removal of nipple rings. I don't know if it's just me, but aside from eyebrow rings (which arguably do not suit every face), nipple rings are just about the sexiest of all male peircings. Nose rings are messy, especially if he suffers from allergies. Earrings are forgivable, but only if visible tattoos are present. Tongue rings make you wonder about a fellow (Chris Rock, anyone?). A Prince Albert is taking things just a little too far. Nipple rings, on the other hand, be they an actual ring or a barbell, are the perfect mixture of sex and public viewing, assuming the male in question is in better shape than Peter Griffin. So the question comes to mind: Why would a guy remove his? I simply don't understand.
I'm craving something right now, but I'm really not too sure what.
It seems like so long as I was staying in almost every school night, and several weekend nights too, accepting nothing below above average in school related pursuits and perfectly happy with my rather single status.
Now? I'd be thrilled with a 70 in Writer's Craft (though I'm not expecting anything higher than a 55), I'm out more than I should be, and somewhat spur the thought of being alone. Not that being together is any less lonely, sometimes.
I'm not sure what I'm getting at. I'm surprised we've both stuck around this long.
It's been so long since I've really talked to many people. There are a few that I keep up with on a daily basis, that know most of everything, though very, very few if any know the whole picture. I miss those many people that I used to have monster conversations with, getting to the minor details which really mean very little but can make all the difference in the world.
I miss a lot lately, come to think of it.
I miss when people weren't scandalized by the fact I occasionally imbibe too much alcohol (alcohol poisoning changes a lot of things, apparently). I miss talking on the phone. I miss watching sunday night tv while doing homework several days late (as opposed to watching the computer screen blur before my eyes while doing homework several monthes late).
People said to me several times immediately following my "sambucca incident" that I had changed over the past few weeks. I didn't understand what they meant, nor did I think I had changed, at least not conciously or to any great extent.
But now I'm wondering if I've changed again, if I'm different. If that's a good thing. If this summer is going to be at all like last summer (minus a few important people, unfortunately). If any of the decisions I've made in the last few monthes could turn out to be some of the biggest sources of regret.
These ponderings are far too deep for my current state of mind. I should have agreed to go out tonight. Instead of being "responsible." There are always other nights for irresponsibility, I suppose.
Movie soundtrack for your life.
The rules:
1. Put your music player of choice on shuffle
2. Scene one = first song played, scene two = second, so on.
3. No cheating/skipping
4. Pass it on
Opening Credits: "Jimmy Was A Stimulator" -- Scott Weiland
Waking Up: "Misery" -- P!nk ft. Steven Tyler
An Ordinary Day: "Pour Some sugar On Me" -- Def Leppard
The First Date: "Sweet Neo Con" -- Rolling Stones
Falling in Love: "My Old Self" -- Wide Mouth Mason
The Break-up: "Torture Me" -- Metric
Getting Back Together: "The Downtrodden Song" -- Dennis Leary
Life's Okay: "Shaking" -- Our Lady Peace
The Mental Breakdown: "Get Ur Freak On" -- Missy Elliot (guys, don't judge me. please.)
Cruising: "I'm Burning For You" -- Blue Oyster Cult
The Flashback: "Blue Monday" -- Orgy
The Frat Party: "Flaming Telepaths" -- Blue Oyster Cult
Everybody Dance Now: "Where The Boys Go" -- Rolling Stones
Regretting: "Daisy" -- Stone Temple Pilots
The Long Night Alone: "We Are All On Drugs" -- Weezer
A Death: "Girlfriend" -- The Darkness