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Long ass day. The student Union is in a new building now and since I have to work there, I had to move right along there with it. I hate having to build book shelves and generally do work. In addition to these whack tours I have to give out and TONIGHT where I will be spending three hours working with Matt Blair, or as I like to call him, Captin GrossLoserDon'tTouchMe at the phoneathon, another job I have that I usually refer to as Dante's eight layer of Hell from The Divine Comedy, which, by the way, isn't really that funny.
So it was Nappy's 21st birthday, she was surprised by the cookie cake me and Akshara got her at midnight on Sunday and we had just enough diet cherry coke and coconut rum to make her first legal drink (this is better than it sounds) so now we have a new word, Paulakah: this is when you don't think you're going to have enough of something to last you until you need it and then sure enough, you have enough. Sort of like when your low gas light comes on right as you see a gas station; one of these rare, rather nice and surprising things that really only happens once in a while. usually, there's no gas station in sight and there's nowhere near enough alcohol to get you nice and toasty.
Saw Kristen on Saturday and me, her and Nappy "partied" in Boca. By that of course, I mean we went to TGI Fridays. Yea! She looks good. Very blond and Bahmian. As a side, one time I slept with this guy that looks JUST LIKE HER. Jared: Hot guy, still inexplicably have most of his clothing including a pair of underwear in a box at my mother's house. Anyhow, can't wait for Kritten to get back. Hannah, by the by, just returned from a lengthy humanitarian mission in the foreign kingdom of malacava, where the royal family was help captive for sixteen days and the gorilla soldiers handed out cotton candy to the terror striken country in an effort to appease. Actually, none of that is true. She was in Peru and it's good to have her back, STD/Pregnancy/evil twin free.
And speaking of needing a drink, today I check my e-mail and Dave had written me. His note said "Only 130 Days until I'm allowed to call." I did tell him that if he wanted to call me to call me November 27th, because I'm usually home on Thanksgiving Saturday Night. I really hate that I was so happy that he wrote me. I miss him so much still. At least i'm not doing anything to activly persue him. I think that it's over and really he's the one with the issue. I guess it would be easier if I knew for a fact that I was never going to hear from him again.
Been going out with Edgar. we're having sex on Saturday. Too bad i'm not more attatched to him. maybe it wouldn't be wise to sleep with him then. After all, we're probably going to stop seeing too much of eachother once school starts. Sigh, another year has fallen on us like a piano.
I must say, this casual dating relationship with Edgar has been going quite well. Last Friday we had sushi, and saw The Village, which was probably like a documentary about the making of the sticky part of the "post-it's" . Come to think of it, every move Edgar and I have seen has been quite excrutiating. Red flags? Anyhow, then we made out at the Barry parking lot outside of Browne for a good two hours and he felt me up, which was polite.
We interrupt "One Life to Ruin" for this PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT courtesy of Paula:
Nappy Girl: The Human Pavalovian Virus...better known as HPV is the most common STD in America and the number one cause of Cervical cancer in women. In fact, if you or someone you know is diagnosed with cervical cancer, she almost DEFININETLY GOT IT FROM HPV...HPV...HPV. So get the word out about HPV...the condom companies DON'T WANT YOU TO KNOW!!!
*Gun shot*
We now return to "ONE LIFE TO RUIN" already in progress...
Yeah so, I got felt up. And then I went home.
Then Sunday we went to Oxygen which was a good time once again, but we left before I had a chance to show off my wife beater. Oh well. Then we talked philsophy. He's so perfect and so hung...too bad about timing. Anyway, for the time being, casual is fine with me. Then I come to find out that Gio, who we'll call Mr. Random guy I didn't sleep with but dated for three months only to learn he neglected to tell me he was HIV+ and luckily I didn't get it but had the worst most hypochondriacal summer EVER, keeps asking him out now. Of course Edgar knew him before he knew me but Gio had not once asked him out until he knew I was going out with him. Then again, maybe Gio was just being a friend. As you can tell he's JUST the nicest guy ever. Of course, when I saw him at the Madonna concert, Gio was very polite. It probably does not ocur to him that he's an asshole. I should have known, I only started going out with him after I was stood up by Yousef, random guy I slept with number Y689787-003, that turned out to be worthy of a big spray of cum in his shampoo, last Valentines. Luckily, Edgar knows the story, so there!
Anyway, things are for the most part quiet until the fall. The ADG frat, who by the way, has my roommate Russell as a member was at school today. Russell said hi, sigh(Hi, Heather), and we talked a while, evil boss Courtney didn't schedule me to give them a tour, because she casts no reflection in mirrors, and Jason was there too.
Flashback:
Kristen: Jason you're so sweet, I'm coming over.
Jason: Ok, please....do...
Kristen:Hi, Jason, i'm here...i'm wearing a feather'd boa.
Jason:
Yeah, I think Jason is sooooo hot but sometimes he's not very nice to our nice and frequently intoxicated Kristen and he needs a haircut, desperately. PS...all of these people (Me, Kristen, Russell, pat
So to recap and conclude: I'm dating the best REBOUND guy ever,whose being stalked by the WORST rebound guy ever, Kristen is devoured by fangorious hair, and Paula is having a nice movie night with a guy she doesn't like a whole lot. Congratulations ladies...we're all doing the best we can, which isn't very good :( I'll drink to that.
Join us again next time.
So I went out with Edgar on Thursday and we made out in the back of his car for like an hour. LAst night we did the same thing after we saw the Bourne Identity with his friends, which by the way, was whack. Yes, I know I had intended to sort of break things off but now I think we're dating! I remember the good ol' days...2001 when a blow job was JUST a blow job. These days apparently it means "I only want to be with you." Maybe if he used less teeth...At any rate, i've been perfectly clear that I want to keep it casual. So ok everyone say it with me...NO MORE ORAL SEX IN THE ABONDONED WALGREES PARKING LOT IN SOUTH MIAMI. EVER...UNLESS YOU'RE SURE THERES NO SIGNIFICANT MEANING ATTATCHED TO IT...whatever, that's too fucking long a mantra.
On Thursday Dave calls me while i'm out with Edgar and I really wanted to talk to him. I'm still so angry though i'm not sure anything productive will come out of it. I guess in some wierd way i'm still foolishly hoping that the break up hasn't really happened...that it's just two more weeks until he comes down...or just one more week...or tomorrow. That's stupid; so I'm hoping we can talk just one last time, I can get some closure and then I can move on.
Which brings me back to Edgar. We have so many things in common...but as nappy girl pointed out. Timing is everything; and so is promimity. Like, he lives 35 miles away from me which isn't so bad but really I would prefer that he live like 10 miles. yes, yes but what about Dave who lives 5 whole states away? Well but, I wansn't expected to see him everyweek so we'd talk a while...it was nice and then i'd go right back into Carrot Cake and Denny's room and have another drink. Fall, the fun times. Hurry back ladies.
Anyway, Dave and I should be talking soon, but I wouldn't count on a reunion; and Edgar and I should probably stop seeing eachother or at least engaging in oral copulation.
Stay tuned...
I'm going out with Edgar tonight. I said from the get-to that I wanted to be friends, but he seems to really like me and I'm not really ready for that. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to have phone sex with him/ At any rate, it wasn't great. He's just such a nice guy that I don't really buy what he was saying. It was like, "ew, those words shouldn't come out of your mouth." We're just going to a bar but as the minutes go by I don't really feel like going because I still haven't heard from Dave and there's a lot that I need to say to him..at least before I resort to witchcraft.
So "Jhon" called me today. We dated briefly in Feb-March of this year and he wants to syat friends. I don't really see that happening but he wants to hang out on Saturday. You know, you're supposed to be a nice person, but how do you politely say to someone "we have NOTHING in common and the reason I wanted to stop seeing you is not really because I didn't want a boyfriend but because you have large, womanly nipples and your dick has twig-like qualities."I know that might sound mean but really, if someone isn't in your immediate circle then it really is hard to integrate them.
Now, back to Edgar. He's nice but nice guys are boring. Not that he's especially boring, I just had a really incredible romance and I guess through no fault of Edgar, there's no way he can measure up. Guys all suck. The nice ones put you to sleep and the really intersting ones put you to bed...and then leave you. Paula sugessted in one of her blogs, and after suscribing to 'Convenient Theories For You Monthly" that the best way to fall for someone is to be friends. Yeah, maybe that's true, but again, how closeare you going to get to someone that you're not going to see all the time. In essence, friendship works if you can get it.
Well, I guess it's time for me to go. No matter what happens tonight at least they're serving three dollar long island iced teas in a mason jar for three dollars over at Georgie's Alibi so..i'll toast to guys. I guess.
So i'm 21 now and a little depressed that the only birthday I have to look forward to in 55 when I get to eat at the senior menu at Dennys. I'm not sure if they have one at Ihop but that is where I closed of the magical birthday. Before I begin, I want to thank everyone that called. Russell:Best roommate ever prrrrrr, Heather: Best Russell's girlfriend EVER...Calixat)Again, this isn't spelled right) Kristen and her super hero-alterego Super-Cactus, Hannah Dowling who called all the way from an Iceburg in the North Atlantic, or Peru. Alex, tallest ex-boyfriend ever...Corrine...and Jenny and Lisa (the not so evil UM girls).
See it all started the day before my birthday. I thought I was going over to Paula's to discuss some misprinted calenders I accidently put on Paula's credit card. Actually, that's not true. But, once there I got leid, drank and had Chinese food...in that order. Then I drank more and me, nappy girl, her sister and Akshara (she's indian, and little) watched "Sex and the City" until I passed out from too much alcohol and too much chocolate. How the chocolate got there is actually, a mystery:one that might never be solved even.
An aside: Me and Dave, the "best white boy ever" broke up seeing as how he's straight now. I believe the real reason is because he's in Indiana where everyone is white...and in the closet. But as Sex and the City teaches us (not so much the watered down episodes on TBS though) dating is filled wih horror story after horror story. Luckily I didn't lose any body parts this time, like with Brandon A.K.A Random Guy I slept with #642-951B who I believe keeps that mole he bit off in a jar in Oklahoma.
Anyhow, on Saturday night I went to this "Envy" Club in Downtown Miami with my friend Raul
So Sunday I went to Oxygen with Monkey, a friend of mine and number 2 and 3 of the guys I made out with Saturday. Once again, all the latin guys smelled very nice and Edgar was there. That's this fella that sort of likes me. It's all very cute though he's very tall and merciless (not that I have a problem with brute force). We danced though not together because as I come to find out
So, after contemplating taking a lover and accepting a dinner invitation here and there Dave finally answers an e-mail I wrote him a week ago telling him to get over himself and stop cowering in the closet and he says he wants to talk. So here I am waiting for a call once again, but at least I also have plans for tomorrow. Nevertheless, I'm still a little sad. I really loved him in spite of his white-Indiananess.
So what will Dave say? I guess we'll have to wait and see. Until next time...
Hi, this is Gianni and i'm just testing this shit out with nappy girl Q Paula'd. Chill to sticks dawg. Ain't nuttin. Test'd.
So here's my first Blog.
I'm Gianni and things seem to be dying down on account of school is almost over for the semester. I'm not reading anymore damn books until that happens. Not one more. Anyway, I'm usually pretty good at school anyway so I'm not really stressing. Besides I'll do all of my reading for World Literature 1914-1945 during the Summer. I WAS supposed to be going to Europe for the semester but somehow the government has prevented me from doing so.
I'd like to take this time to call out my other blogspot peeps seeing as how theres some kind of sexual link there. Jeremy has a blog (first time I ever fooled around with a guy... in a bed...in a guestroom...with parents sleeping in the same house. Lot of firsts Burnsy). Hannah has a blog (first chick I briefly made out with waiting for Paula to come out of Kolasa. Which brings us to Paula who also has a blog (little making out there)...Kristen (yeah, little bit) Angela has a blog (I think I liked her nose once. Good times).
Then there's Dave the cute Lit major I met at the STD conference. That's Sigma Tau Delta: International English Honors Society not like, Sexually Transmitted Disease. I don't have any of those as far as I know, so thats a plus. Woot! He's in "Anderson, Indiana" though I'm sure where exactly Indiana is. Best WHITE BOY EVER. Hi Dave:)
Also fond of Raul
Boring ass weekened. I'm NOT doing my homework because it's on "computer storage" which I know nothing about and then I have math which I also know nothing about. Well, I do know that 1/3 is 33.3333 with a line on top of one of the threes but that's it.
Saw Cold Creek Manor with Russell, Heather, Pat (heart) and Kalixta (this isn't spelled right). Hated it...wondered why white people never keep guns in the house. My abuela has her pistol right under her pillow in case of emergency. Though we're not as concerned with murdering rednecks coming to take our house away as much as we are worried that they'll steal one of the cast. She also doesn't like Jahovas Witnesses, but who does?
Today...Ate chicken with Dawn, Kristen and Angela. Played Charlie's Angels with Dawn . Found this website where you can write to sexually frustrated prison inmates in the state of Florida. Bought stationary. Wrote letter.Napped. Went outside.blogged...Later I'm going to the movies and will eat a Crepe. Hopefully something dramatic and weepy will happen.
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