"To be intoxicated is to feel sophisticated but not be able to say it." -J. SmithYesterday night: It's around 12:30 a.m., and I'm sitting around watching Loveline again when Megan calls me in. She came back from the frat party about ten minutes ago, kinda bombed on "jungle juice", and she's very worried that she left Chelsea there alone. Megan wanted to leave and had found a sober ride home, but Chelsea wanted to stay there and there was a guy who said he'd take care of her. He seemed nice enough, but neither of them knew him very well, and she didn't know what to do if Chelsea didn't come home in a few hours, so she called me in. I didn't really know of anything that she could do (she couldn't call the guy), but I kept her company for awhile, and we started talking. She wanted to, since we hadn't gotten to know each other much yet- surprisingly (after that freak remark that bugged me) she is really nice. I spilled to her about my crappy love life, she spilled to me about her boyfriend (who, last I heard, is coming to visit this weekend), she did my hair (excellently and painlessly, I might add), it was fun. She said she has good jerk radar (about the ones who won't call back) and I should introduce them to her so she can figure it out for me. It was cute how she said she wanted to hit The Moron, and I said "Get in line." Told her about the latest crush, she thinks I should get over it (well, me too). I get the feeling that most people don't think he's that cute- well, I kinda understand that, I go for the cute-yet-dorky, not-exactly-a-stud type a lot. Kinda embarrassing to admit to it though. Swapped crappy prom stories and on-again, off-again relationship stories. Then Chelsea and Billy (the guy) came back in around one.
Odd thing about the girls: Both of them have boyfriends, but both have somewhat agreed to date around if they see anybody. Which is kinda practical and odd at the same time. Anyway, I overheard this conversation between them while Billy was in the bathroom- Megan wanted to know if she should be "couchin' it" for the night, and Chelsea said no, she was on her period- she seemed kinda out of it though. They go in the bedroom, and Megan's boyfriend calls, so I go to bed.
This morning Chelsea wasn't there when I got up, Megan was leaving. I asked how Chelsea was and she mentioned that they'd had an unexpected guest last night. Hmmm. Then when I came in this afternoon I talked to Chelsea, and she was talking about how messed up she was and hungover, and she didn't seem too thrilled by what she had uh, done last night (she had a hickey on her neck, she touched it kinda like she was ashamed to have it). I think I'm kinda worried about them if they're already drunk and one-night-standing it after four days at school.
I forgot to mention that I finally saw Felicity yesterday night. It was pretty darn good. I was kinda struck at the similarities between me and Felicity- parents run our lives (well, they're still running mine). She switches schools to chase a guy, and well . . . I certainly considered it in the past. Kind of a "There but for the grace of God" thing.
And I should comment on the RA thing- yes, I find her RA cute. Cuter than Crush Boy, actually. Goofy as hell, which of course really attracted me. Barging into her room three times in a row cracked me up. And when he admitted at the end he had feelings for her, I was all, "Awwww . . . I wish . . ." Naturally, I will be watching it next week.
I'm thinking of just scrapping the whole idea of getting an internship this year and working on things that will get me hired later. Besides my working on the columnist thing (as soon as I pick out what subjects I should do for submission) I got an e-mail for the undergrad lit mag, Seele (please don't ask me what it means, I forget), I wanted to sign up for working on that this year. There's a mandatory meeting on Monday night, so I'll go to that and we'll see what happens.
Oh, I forgot my class review for today. Well, there isn't one, really. The professor wasn't here today . . . she's in Canada. We got the syllabus, watched a quickieish video on the fashion industry (not much info, but nice visuals) and got out early. There's a comic strip on this I'd love to bookmark for you guys, but I can't get the Aggie server to work for this.
Oh, something I think y'all should read:
The quotes I liked:
"The Simple Romance:
You're a little bit older, you've had a few more romances under your belt, when WHAMMO! this one hits you like a ton of bricks. It's not that you demand perfection from this person, it's that this person is perfection; hard to describe fully if you've never been there yourself. You're stunned that this person wants you as much as you want this person, and sometime thereafter you're stunned when the relationship can't survive after geography intervenes.Years later, you're less stunned but still hurt that that spark of perfection can't return, even when that person has a crush on you and you want to give it a chance.
The Complicated Romance:
It's on, it's off, it's always ambiguous. Periods of passion and mutual fascination pepper stretches of cool disinterest. There's enough emotional baggage to stock a luggage store, and you may never know what this person feels for you. The other person might now know themselves. WARNING: the phenomenon of sproradic romance, of a vast amount of partially tapped potential, may cause you to pine for this person for years. This is bad for you and annoying for them."
Update: 3:45 p.m. I went to get the mail and passed by Angela's room, and Jensen was sprawled all over her bed (her bedroom is at the front, the window was open, I could see it all). I get a small high from this, especially since I think he saw me both times I went by. So after doing the mail I go walk by again twice more. How ridiculous of me! And I want to do it again- I need to dump the trash and don't know where the dumpsters are here- but I'm not walking by with the trash, and even I admit I'd look stupidly obvious three times back and forth.
Update, 9:35 p.m. Well, Megan and Chelsea returned with Megan's bf in tow- a nice guy, cuter in person, IMO. I hung out in their room for awhile, and Chelsea was alternately icing her hickey (she hates hickeys and is really pissed that she has one, she was griping about having to hide it at rush tomorrow), doing her laundry (to get the guy's smell out of her sheets), and talking to her boyfriend on the phone. She was very upset, but only mentioned the whole drinking thing. It was very odd to be hearing the part of the conversation that I did. And Billy also called- I can't tell you how thrilled she was to hear from him (she told Megan the next time he calls to say she's in the bathroom), yet she still invited him to go out with her and Megan and Brian to dinner. Hmmm. In between phone calls she moaned, rolled up into a ball, and moaned about how bad she felt (especially after talking to the boyfriend) and how she looked dead. Frankly, if I ever (God forbid) was in that situation, I'd avoid talking to my boyfriend for a few days. But fortunately I do not have this problem. Probably never will.
Anyway, I'm in my room an hour or so later reading, they're in the living room, I'm paying no attention, and I guess some people came over or something because I hear talking- unfortunately the people turned out to be RA's, and I only saw you-know-who pass by my window. Megan was all, "You missed Jensen!" I'm all, "I didn't know!" She said they came over to tell us about a concert going on tonight on campus. You guessed it, I go and don't see him. Did do a lot of dancing by the stage though. Now I'm home alone (did chat with another neighbor, Stan, for awhile), waiting for them all to get back and god-knows-what happen (getting laid, I suppose).
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