When Girls Get Together or She Believes in Love Again

Currently:

In TUC (main building on campus) passing time before Phil Thru Movies Class

Reading The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman

Listening to CocoRosie

Contemplating Utilitarianism

I have been procrastinating at an unacceptable rate these days. Living with Lauren is fantastic but I spend a lot of time sprawled out on our array of floor cushions ranting and bantering. I also smoke much more weed. Instead of doing my short blog entries for English I end up watching the tree outside our living room window (recently stripped to an anorexic size by the bastards of Gaslight Properties) sway in the wind and sunshine while I listen to Tears for Fears or...Tracy Chapman. I get distracted rather easily and when I finally do hunker down in a circle of books I find it unbearably difficult to focus. WHAT is WRONG with me?

John and I have also become "facebook official." I think what I like about him most is that he DOESN'T call me everyday. While we have become attached at a rapid pace we do not act on the attachment. We are taking it slow and I love it. It feels natural and what's even more cliche: it feels special. I have never had such a strong personal chemistry with another person.

Am I revealing too much?

Jake and Henry have become very close too. They visit a few times a week and I go to them when I've got an issue. I haven't had friends like this in a while, except for Kate. I think last year I relied solely on Kate and JR, which turned unfortunate. Kate can't always answer the phone and JR started using my dependency against me. I needed someone within a 30 mile radius who I had no sexual tension towards. 

Lauren and I have received nicknames: Elaine and Scooter. Her close friend from Montana, Curt, visited last night and by the time we all crashed Elaine and Scooter had been born. Scooter is a frail man with a thick mustache and sideburns, often sporting a trucker hat. He is romantically in love with Elaine but sexually lusts after Jake and Henry. 

Curt also suggested I hit the road west with Lauren this upcoming summer. Funny, a few weeks into the quarter and I'm already considering summer. I think it is a grand idea. Leaving the city and being a simpleton in middle of nowhere, beautiful Montana? Absolutely. Where can I sign up?

ah well. Enough about me. How are you?

Parades Go By

Started back at work this evening. Nothing has changed there. I still walk home smelling like bulgogi and humming bad Korean pop music to myself.

Classes begin tomorrow and I am on the fence. Part of me is anticipating this busy quarter ahead because the busier I am the more productive I become. Part of me is also sad to bid farewell to this lovely summer. Autumn is my favorite season, though, I find comfort in the suddenly crisp air, the vibrant apples and colors.

It has been a fantastic week reuniting with my friends. The best was Lauren finally moving in. We have decided against a couch. Minimalism is in, right? She's bringing in a big rectangular rug for the floor and we're purchasing a respectable pillow collection to throw around the long white coffee table. It'll be like the inside of a genie's lamp. A pillow palace.

I don't know what to do with boys lately. Each and every single boy in my life has been irking me in ways I've never known before. While my own gender is still a new, mysterious place I am in the process of discovering, the opposite sex will never cease to flabbergast me on a day to day basis. Here is a list of things not to do:

1. Do not pull the pity card. My pity will not make me like you more. In fact, it will make me feel the painstaking opposite. I will not like you. I will think you are pathetic.

2. Do not text me at 3 AM and expect a response with more than one word. I am sleeping, why aren't you?

3. Do not stalk me. I've always considered this a given but apparently some boys never got the memo. If I tell you I have work every night this week it means I am busy and do not have the time to worry about you. Let me get to the weekend and then we can discuss meeting up. This does NOT mean show up to my workplace every night and awkwardly wait for me to pay attention to you.

4. Do not buy me quirky gifts in hopes that this will miraculously make me see that we are clearly soulmates.

5. Do not act so impressed when I catch an obscure reference. 500 Days of Summer has fucked with your poor soul. There are many attractive girls who enjoy the Smiths. This is not a phenomenon. It does not make me perfect nor unique.

6. Do not make me feel bad for choosing a party or a girl's night over you. And then proceed to call me 3 times and text me 20 times throughout the night.

7. Don't call or text me drunk. I do not think it is funny or cute.

8. Listen to me when I speak. But don't pretend like you care when you don't. I don't expect you to care about every thing that comes out of my mouth. I am not interesting enough to talk for 3 hours a night. Not much happened today. And you are not interesting enough either. I don't care very much about what kind of bagel you had for breakfast. Don't rush to the complacent stage. And try to take a hint when I tell you I'm tired.

9. Stop apologizing.

10. Do not tell me you love me. Please, for all that is still good in the world, please do not say those words to me. I won't say them back.

There are more things I could suggest but I feel like it's getting heated in here.

Currently:

Re-reading Pretty Little Mistakes

Trying to register for one more course

Re-watching Home Movies on Youtube

Listening to Actor by St. Vincent