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okay so i'm home and all i get is a dead mitch and paper due. god dammit, nothing has changed.
i missed philly so much so i'll have to venture out this weekend. san diego was all fine and good but it didn't compare to my city of old. they had an urban outfitters though, which is always cool in my book.
still have to get a prom dress.
still have to get interesting.
so i did the usual in mexico, get drunk enough to have a good time. i met a few california kids. naturally i met the prep school boy who just got into berkley but calls it a hippie school. because, that's just the type i meet. what is it about that? he thinks i'm really smart so i'm just going to keep playing that role and have it lead me no where but a ditch ditch ditch. his father bought me a drink in a night club and considering the prep school boy thought drinking was a no-no, i consider it advancement. so after the father-bought drink i started to unwind and begin to get closer to the boy i really wanted to meet. he was dancing and looking, dancing and looking, you know like boys do.
beard, five-ten, long hair, nice shoulders, arrogant smile, wide blue eyes, strawberry blond everything, funky glasses on the nights he feels wild, pseudo intellectual, lame parents and a need for excitement yet too cool to go to night clubs and do social activities---you know, my type.
his name was blake for god-fucking-sakes.
i was considering going up to him and asking him to come to my room on the last night, without ever even speaking to him in my entire life.
did i just reveal this nonsense. yes, yes i did and if i could do it all over again i would have at least asked him to dance.
i missed philly so much so i'll have to venture out this weekend. san diego was all fine and good but it didn't compare to my city of old. they had an urban outfitters though, which is always cool in my book.
still have to get a prom dress.
still have to get interesting.
so i did the usual in mexico, get drunk enough to have a good time. i met a few california kids. naturally i met the prep school boy who just got into berkley but calls it a hippie school. because, that's just the type i meet. what is it about that? he thinks i'm really smart so i'm just going to keep playing that role and have it lead me no where but a ditch ditch ditch. his father bought me a drink in a night club and considering the prep school boy thought drinking was a no-no, i consider it advancement. so after the father-bought drink i started to unwind and begin to get closer to the boy i really wanted to meet. he was dancing and looking, dancing and looking, you know like boys do.
beard, five-ten, long hair, nice shoulders, arrogant smile, wide blue eyes, strawberry blond everything, funky glasses on the nights he feels wild, pseudo intellectual, lame parents and a need for excitement yet too cool to go to night clubs and do social activities---you know, my type.
his name was blake for god-fucking-sakes.
i was considering going up to him and asking him to come to my room on the last night, without ever even speaking to him in my entire life.
did i just reveal this nonsense. yes, yes i did and if i could do it all over again i would have at least asked him to dance.