I'm not experienced enough to know what to think in this situation. Also I'm really drunk so please excuse typos I may miss (I've already corrected eight mid-typing, I'm such an awesome drunken spell check!) Rant: I think this girl was using me. I hit her up as I walked into the library, I got her number last night. She seemed cool but slightly resistant to drinking. I soon persuaded her otherwise and we were off walking to the nearest liquor store to the library. We got two 40s, and sat in front of a lake in the dead of night talking about the stars and a bunch of other things. I was a little tipsy and started gesturing with my hands and tapping her shoulder0 as we talked. Then we decided to go get more to drink, so we got two 24s of Steel Reserve each, and headed back to the library, where she'd left her laptop. She opened up more and more as we drank and she started grabbing ahold of me too and telling me shit like how her past boyfriend sucked for being an idiot and how she was so enjoying our conversation now. I was like fawning about how unusually intelligent our conversation was as well. Anyway we wound up getting more and more affectionate as we drank our 24s of Steel Reserve and returned to the library. She jokingly suggested we were totally boyfriend/girlfriend material and instantly went all shy, and i made a stupid interested remark about the whole thing. We went in, and as she had suggested, we sat side by side holding hands and watching an internet video together while holding hands. She then suggested we go outside and finish our second 24s of steel reserve while she's asking me not to hate her. I don't understand. It turns out, as she tells me, that she has been lying to me all night long. Instead of living at her dad's friends' house, instead she lives in her car. She's a fucking homeless bitch. I express understanding. I tell her about the people I know who have lived through the same, and how I almost went through that myself. Then I tell her I could totally offer her a bed to sleep in if she so wants it, regardless of whether we have sex. She is extatic. She wants to sleep in a bed again, even if that means sharing with me. I'm overjoyed. But as I walk with her I start thinking "this girl has been watching me for almost half a year. She knows I'm a bit of a pushover. Maybe she knew if she went for me she could upgrade from the lonely car to my bed, with no threat of intense sexual imposition. I become paranoid. So I casually interrogate her on the way to my place. "So...your uncle had cancer?" "Yeah, it was terrible." "What kind? I used to do cancer research." "...uh..." "How did you afford to be a member of a sorority the first few years, I hear the rates are outrageous?" "Oh, I could until my dad got cancer." "What kind of cancer?" "...uh....*she stops* Why are you being so mean?!?" "I think you've been watching me for a year and know how I operate. I think you just see me as a free bed." "*no response*" And then I just kept walking. I went to a 24 hour taco joint. She phoned me a few times, but I pawned off my phone on a hobo who was sitting around outside the place. He said some stupid shit and I hung up on her. I then bought him a massive taco and a drink, for which he was thankful. I also gave the cigarettes she had asked me to hold on to away to another hobo who saw how I had bought the other one a free dinner and wanted some more. Eventually I answered the dozenth call or so and I told her I'd meet her where I left her without listening to any of her stupid shit. I went back, she wasn't there, so I head home. Fuck her, fucking moocher. I still have anoteher girl's number to check out. Rant: I can't tell if that makes any sense Edit: I can't tell if I'm getting fucked. On the oter hand she seemed extremely into me, but I think that may have been her just wanting to get into my bed for sleeping purposes. I wanna fuck her, but she wants to sleep. I think it's still a "Fuck her" situation. I don't know, I'm pretty drunk. She flirted extremely well with a guy she didn't even know right in front of me, which tipped me into paranoid territory.
Oops: My uncle sent me some coffee direct from the Peruvian jungle, and I'm not sure I'll ever sleep again. The roommates and I just spent the better part of an hour babbling like we'd been blowing lines all night, and I have to get up in 5 hours for work. I'm no lightweight when it comes to caffeine but this will have to be designated morning only coffee.
RAVE: My broadband internet is FINALLY working. Only after 12387234984 calls from tech support, too. RANT: If it breaks at all, I'm fucked. RAVE: I'm glad it's finally working. About damn time. RANT: Some other assholes are coming to remove some stuff today. I'm certain they will arrive at any time except the time I asked them to be here. Fuck.
Rant: Snow totally fucked my commute. Rave: I called into work and told them I'd be turning around and working from home. Even though I wasted 2 hours in the car, it's a sweet deal.
Rave: Interview went well. I think. I don't know. Maybe it didn't. Fuck it. It went well. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
RIP Salinger. I didn't even enjoy Catcher in the Rye, but the man was a literary giant and one of the few celebrities we had in New Hampshire.
RAVE: Just got back from a great holiday. Sun, surf and plenty of alcohol. Bliss. RAVE: PAY RISE !!!! RANT: A friend e mailed me a link to a youtube video called fist pumping anthem. This lead me to watch a few 'related' videos. Surely these people are not REAL? This is some kind of joke? That Jersey Shore show they all come from has to be fake.... like, let's pretend it's a real show, but the people are actually actors???
The rave is that I am drunk. The ranty bit is because somehting crazy happened. Follow me: the guy I was seeing regularly, has been sleeping with a chick that my brother used to sleep with, and this chick knows I've been seeing the guy she is now sleeping with, and also knows I'm the sister of the guy she used to bang. That's fucked right? Yeah it is. EDIT: Obviously immediately after discovering this I stopped seeing him. Because I can't think of a better way to describe it, it's fucked.
RANT the bank I work for got bought again. I will now have been at 5 different banks in four years, it's humiliating. RAVE the pillow talk thread. If you haven't gotten a chance read that, you can't make some of that shit up.
Rave: Went out and got drunk as fuck last night, had a great time. Rant: This morning was less than great. Barely dragged my ass into campus for class. Rave/Rant: Going out again tonight, can't decide if this is good. Guess it all depends on who's going and if it ends up being worthwhile. Rant: Falling asleep in class sucks. The fucking head bob thing you do when you start to go to sleep and catch yourself makes you feel like such a jackass. And I've done it at least 20 times. Looks like I'm ending this one on a rant. Oh well, win some, lose some.
Rant: We're supposed to get 2-3 inches of snow from tonight through tomorrow. It's supposed to be worse south of us but I fucking hate snow. Rave: I've had a pretty easy week at work, covering a vacation. Normally I go in at 4:30am, this week it's 4:30pm and I've enjoyed sleeping in. Rant: I'm still broke. I thought I'd be caught up by now but it looks like it's going to take another few weeks at least. Rave: We're celebrating my cousin's thirteenth birthday tomorrow night at my grandma's house. That means lots of good food and hanging out with family I don't see enough. Of course, I won't get off work until 9 at the earliest so I hope they save me some food.
Rave: Bikinis, dresses and short shorts are ready for Mexico. Feels funny trying them on while there is snow on the ground.
Rant: Friend boy turns me into a 16 year old girl when ever I'm around him. It kind of makes me want to run for the hills, but I like him... FUCK.
RAVE: San Antonio has been a blast. The night life is great, and some of the women here are absolutely stunning. RANT: Yesterday, in daylight and dead sober, I forgot where I live. I could not, for the life of me, remember the name of the town where I have resided for the past 10 years. At random times today I have felt like I was in an elevator going down, all while standing on solid ground. I think I have a brain tumor. Or too much San Antonio night life.
Rave: Bit the bullet on Sunday to start to slash and burn my possessions. Already sold 10 books on Amazon. My groceries have been free this week as a result. By the time May rolls around my lodging and hopefully meals in Italy will be free too.
RANT GOD FUCKING DAMNIT the one girl i wanted to see this weekend is apparently out of town. FUCKSKLFJ:LSKDFJLDKF
Yay Going to Charleston, SC for work next week. Boo My boss is coming with me. Yay He's paying for the trip. Boo He's 65 and dying of cancer. Its pretty bad. Last stages bad. Yay Hopefully getting some new clients. Boo Although I'd like to think of myself as a doctor, I am not, in fact, a doctor. So, looking after a dying man who could pass at any minute is not in my repertoire. Also, we have to share a room. This isn't going to be a fun trip.