So last night I was over at the hot friend's place, and he told me how it's great that we can just be friends and such after having hooked up in the past. I gave him my coldest, fakest smile and agreed.
Then we got drunk and hooked up and I spent the night. Oops.
Ahhh why do I make such bad decisions? Oh well. Date with the other boy on Thursday. With any luck he won't notice the rampant hickey (perfectly placed, natch) on my collarbone.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
He's my brandy alexander, always gets me into trouble...
I'm back, y'all! Back to the blog and to the city, that is. I can't even begin to tell you how good it is to be back. That month at home was so, so needed, but now I'm 100% in a city state of mind. This weekend was lovely and low-key. The roomie and I had a bunch of people each night for wine and conversation (... and more wine), and it was just a great, cozy way to get back into the swing of things.
Classes started today, and... well, the one I've had so far seems fine, so with any luck that'll continue! Heh, I have another class tonight at seven, so I have to haul my sorry ass all the way across town to the totally inconveniently located journalism department, but such is life. At least it's with my adorable (and unfortunately married) TA from last semester.
I am actually already looking forward to next weekend, though. It's very perturbing, ever since I realized I'm basically in love with one of my really good friends, my social life has seemed much more convoluted. HAH, sorry, I don't mean to be so overly blase, but I'm trying very hard to avoid dwelling on or even really dealing with... you know, FEELINGS, so glibness is the name of the game. But yes, I'm very deeply in like with the hot friend about whom I've already spoken far too often, and he's currently acting borderline indifferent, so I'm essentially planning all social events that don't involve him to be either a. so fun that he'll want to be involved or b. sexual with other boys so he'll get jealous and go back into that intermittent wanting-what-he-can't-have state we've sort of circled (sort of as in very remotely, that is) for the past few months. Le sigh.
On the other hand, there is a very nice, attractive, interesting boy who does seem to want me, but for some reason I'm just not that excited about him yet. So... yeah, at this point he falls under category b of social activities (jealousy-inducing, that is). We shall see. Maybe I'll use him for a while, make the other one jealous, then realize that the one I've been using has been the right guy for me all along. Then we'll ride off into the sunset, I'll throw in some quirky, witty dialogue and sell the screenplay to Miramax, and everyone will live happily ever after. And then roses will fly out of my ass. HAH. Oh, dear. I find myself FAR too amusing. Dinnertime with the roomie now, so adios, y'all!
Classes started today, and... well, the one I've had so far seems fine, so with any luck that'll continue! Heh, I have another class tonight at seven, so I have to haul my sorry ass all the way across town to the totally inconveniently located journalism department, but such is life. At least it's with my adorable (and unfortunately married) TA from last semester.
I am actually already looking forward to next weekend, though. It's very perturbing, ever since I realized I'm basically in love with one of my really good friends, my social life has seemed much more convoluted. HAH, sorry, I don't mean to be so overly blase, but I'm trying very hard to avoid dwelling on or even really dealing with... you know, FEELINGS, so glibness is the name of the game. But yes, I'm very deeply in like with the hot friend about whom I've already spoken far too often, and he's currently acting borderline indifferent, so I'm essentially planning all social events that don't involve him to be either a. so fun that he'll want to be involved or b. sexual with other boys so he'll get jealous and go back into that intermittent wanting-what-he-can't-have state we've sort of circled (sort of as in very remotely, that is) for the past few months. Le sigh.
On the other hand, there is a very nice, attractive, interesting boy who does seem to want me, but for some reason I'm just not that excited about him yet. So... yeah, at this point he falls under category b of social activities (jealousy-inducing, that is). We shall see. Maybe I'll use him for a while, make the other one jealous, then realize that the one I've been using has been the right guy for me all along. Then we'll ride off into the sunset, I'll throw in some quirky, witty dialogue and sell the screenplay to Miramax, and everyone will live happily ever after. And then roses will fly out of my ass. HAH. Oh, dear. I find myself FAR too amusing. Dinnertime with the roomie now, so adios, y'all!
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Father, why do these words sound so nasty?
I keep feeling like I should be posting more here, but there's honestly next to nothing remotely interesting going on with me lately. I'm in the suburbs, doing nothing. I got a haircut. That's about the craziest thing that's happened lately. Woo!
The primary/caucus results thus far have been... well, I was going to say interesting, but that's exactly what they haven't been. The one notable story I can find in the entire process so far is how abysmal the press coverage has been so far, and of course that's the one story they're not reporting. The need to create a narrative out of the results seems to permeate all divisions of the press. The Washington Post went as overboard as MSNBC did in talking about Obama's ascendancy and Hillary's downfall. I really just don't understand how no one showed any qualms about completely contradicting previously established facts. Obama's increasing popularity in Iowa was visible weeks before the caucuses actually happened. Many analysts had him pegged as the winner from the start. The only thing less surprising than Obama's win in Iowa was Clinton's win in New Hampshire. People had been talking about her lead in the state for weeks as well. Sure, Obama seemed to get a boost from his victory in Iowa, but putting aside the minor excitement people naturally get after a win that is presented to them as an upset, the trend in public opinion seemed fairly likely to let her lead hold out through the primary, and it did.
It's not that I blame the cable channels for trying to make the race SHOCKING! and EXCITING! and NEWSWORTHY! You don't expect much from them. But when respected print media goes along for the ride and completely misrepresents the situation, it's just sad. I know your sales are bad, boys, but twisting the facts like this can't even be called journalism.
The primary/caucus results thus far have been... well, I was going to say interesting, but that's exactly what they haven't been. The one notable story I can find in the entire process so far is how abysmal the press coverage has been so far, and of course that's the one story they're not reporting. The need to create a narrative out of the results seems to permeate all divisions of the press. The Washington Post went as overboard as MSNBC did in talking about Obama's ascendancy and Hillary's downfall. I really just don't understand how no one showed any qualms about completely contradicting previously established facts. Obama's increasing popularity in Iowa was visible weeks before the caucuses actually happened. Many analysts had him pegged as the winner from the start. The only thing less surprising than Obama's win in Iowa was Clinton's win in New Hampshire. People had been talking about her lead in the state for weeks as well. Sure, Obama seemed to get a boost from his victory in Iowa, but putting aside the minor excitement people naturally get after a win that is presented to them as an upset, the trend in public opinion seemed fairly likely to let her lead hold out through the primary, and it did.
It's not that I blame the cable channels for trying to make the race SHOCKING! and EXCITING! and NEWSWORTHY! You don't expect much from them. But when respected print media goes along for the ride and completely misrepresents the situation, it's just sad. I know your sales are bad, boys, but twisting the facts like this can't even be called journalism.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
I keep on talking trash, but I never say anything...
Well, here we are. It's 2008. Big freaking whoop. Heh, sorry, that sounds cynical, but... well, no, it is. I've never really understood New Year's. Yes, it's symbolic, I suppose, but so are plenty of other holidays that have some significance aside from location within an arbitrary calendar system. I find it kind of hard to think of the new year as any kind of new beginning besides just another day.
Anyway, break has been low-key and fairly fun so far. Christmas in San Fran was decent. I mean, the first few days were great, but after a while the sheer volume of the dysfunction flowing through my aunt and uncle's tiny house got to everyone. It was definitely good to come home to a few small parties and general hanging out-ness.
It's amazing how much I miss the city already. I mean, a week and a half ago when I left, I couldn't get out of the city fast enough. This semester has been tough. I don't mean to complain, because I really am happy. It's just been an adjustment.
But now, I can't wait to get back to school. I love my friends here, but I miss walking to wherever I need to go. I miss BOYS. It's not even hooking up with them, I just miss being in an environment in which that's a real possibility, or where I feel like... well, like people want me. Shallow and insecure? Yes, but such is life.
I'm going back to the good ol' restaurant for the next couple weeks to make some money, because I am B-R-O-K-E. With any luck, it'll be enough for me to stave off employment for the next semester. We shall see. And I mean, one of the models on the Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency was found in a CPK, so... I just have to wait for that! Kudos, me.
Anyway, break has been low-key and fairly fun so far. Christmas in San Fran was decent. I mean, the first few days were great, but after a while the sheer volume of the dysfunction flowing through my aunt and uncle's tiny house got to everyone. It was definitely good to come home to a few small parties and general hanging out-ness.
It's amazing how much I miss the city already. I mean, a week and a half ago when I left, I couldn't get out of the city fast enough. This semester has been tough. I don't mean to complain, because I really am happy. It's just been an adjustment.
But now, I can't wait to get back to school. I love my friends here, but I miss walking to wherever I need to go. I miss BOYS. It's not even hooking up with them, I just miss being in an environment in which that's a real possibility, or where I feel like... well, like people want me. Shallow and insecure? Yes, but such is life.
I'm going back to the good ol' restaurant for the next couple weeks to make some money, because I am B-R-O-K-E. With any luck, it'll be enough for me to stave off employment for the next semester. We shall see. And I mean, one of the models on the Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency was found in a CPK, so... I just have to wait for that! Kudos, me.
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