you goin finally hear me out this time
So Cici has seemingly just thrown me into the mix of all of her out of town assossciates. I'm no longer the boy of her dreams and the love of her life but just one of those people she knows. She doesn't answer when I call and doesn't write me back when I text message her. I guess she's pretty pissed. Sure, I said some pretty mean things, but like I also said a fifteen minute phone call doesn't really detract from your day all that much. I don't see how anybody can be SO busy that they don't even have time to call someone for fifteen minutes. I'd really be satisfied with ten. I begged her to call me. I really hope she does, that's all I really want.
In other news, to not pass myself off as a meaningless loser who goes into frays of hopelessness and despair, I hooked up with this chick named Sara (to make a grand total of 5 people I've had sex with named Sara). Sara has nipple rings and bled all over my sheets. She was nice about it, she gave me a dollar to foot the laundry bill.
I did go to a frat party last sunday and got really hammered. I did also decide to join the frat boys - Kappa Sigma here I come. I reasoned that, while I have stated that I am no frat boy in the past that this is the easiest and quickest way to really get to meet some people. It also throws me into the pit of sororiety girls and cheerleaders :) Really, despite what my last post made it all seem like, I'm really doing quite well here at CSU. The KS guys are all pretty cool and they throw some rather bitchen parties.
I've been having real problems sleeping, often not being able to fall asleep until 4am or so, leaving me to wake up in 5 hours to go to class. Its gotten so bad I've actually slept through all three of the alarms I've set and straight through 10am classes. I know what's wrong but... well, don't worry about that.
In an effort to sleep better I've been working out more than normally and as a result am quite sore. But I'm feeling better about my appearence and damn, may abs are lookin great. However that has not solved the sleep problem, in fact it sometimes makes it more difficult as after the workout I'm so hopped up on testosterone that it's even harder to just fall asleep. So I've taken to just downing a shot of nyquil and that usually does it. But I hope I can work this out before I run out of nyquil because I still don't have any money.
I tried to get gas today and I thought that maybe I could use the credit function on the card, but nope they froze the whole account. So the food grows thinner and the gas runs lower.
Sara, while I don't really like her all that much, has some pretty cool friends. Like this kid Kevin (who does tattoos) and Laurie (whose 16), her boyfriend Perrin (who talks like Chong) and this kid named Josh (who has a lip ring all the way on the corner of his lower lip). Not bad people. Owen's still wrapped up in his bullshit with that chick Abby, who really, doesn't seem worth the trouble. He could definitly get better than her and she's pretty snotty for being a 16 year old chick who tags along to college parties.
Fucking Sara really just made me want to talk to Cici more, which is why recently I flipped out about it. I just wanted to talk to her and remember why I love that girl. Sara is no Cici (nor is she really anything much else) so when she reads this, I hope she knows that all I wanted was just a word.
In other news, to not pass myself off as a meaningless loser who goes into frays of hopelessness and despair, I hooked up with this chick named Sara (to make a grand total of 5 people I've had sex with named Sara). Sara has nipple rings and bled all over my sheets. She was nice about it, she gave me a dollar to foot the laundry bill.
I did go to a frat party last sunday and got really hammered. I did also decide to join the frat boys - Kappa Sigma here I come. I reasoned that, while I have stated that I am no frat boy in the past that this is the easiest and quickest way to really get to meet some people. It also throws me into the pit of sororiety girls and cheerleaders :) Really, despite what my last post made it all seem like, I'm really doing quite well here at CSU. The KS guys are all pretty cool and they throw some rather bitchen parties.
I've been having real problems sleeping, often not being able to fall asleep until 4am or so, leaving me to wake up in 5 hours to go to class. Its gotten so bad I've actually slept through all three of the alarms I've set and straight through 10am classes. I know what's wrong but... well, don't worry about that.
In an effort to sleep better I've been working out more than normally and as a result am quite sore. But I'm feeling better about my appearence and damn, may abs are lookin great. However that has not solved the sleep problem, in fact it sometimes makes it more difficult as after the workout I'm so hopped up on testosterone that it's even harder to just fall asleep. So I've taken to just downing a shot of nyquil and that usually does it. But I hope I can work this out before I run out of nyquil because I still don't have any money.
I tried to get gas today and I thought that maybe I could use the credit function on the card, but nope they froze the whole account. So the food grows thinner and the gas runs lower.
Sara, while I don't really like her all that much, has some pretty cool friends. Like this kid Kevin (who does tattoos) and Laurie (whose 16), her boyfriend Perrin (who talks like Chong) and this kid named Josh (who has a lip ring all the way on the corner of his lower lip). Not bad people. Owen's still wrapped up in his bullshit with that chick Abby, who really, doesn't seem worth the trouble. He could definitly get better than her and she's pretty snotty for being a 16 year old chick who tags along to college parties.
Fucking Sara really just made me want to talk to Cici more, which is why recently I flipped out about it. I just wanted to talk to her and remember why I love that girl. Sara is no Cici (nor is she really anything much else) so when she reads this, I hope she knows that all I wanted was just a word.