Oh well, off to get smashed at (only) my fourth player’s party this year… although, in retrospect, player’s parties haven’t exactly been the best thing for me this term. Well… not the worst thing either, but god knows lots of drama always ensues. Party(1) was the second night in my weeks long unbroken string of seeing Selina, and the party where we infamously switched clothes and then disappeared back into a bathroom for an indefinite period of time (all of which was spent talking. No, really). Party(2) was the one where i had pneumonia and wasn’t allowed to drink anything, and I was chewed out by her the next day for my attending sans her despite her being much sicker than i was at the time. Party(3) was a week later: Laurel’s going away party the night we broke up. That was interesting. I think it’s the only time i ever even contemplated drinking destructively, but when i got past my fourth one i realized how aimless the whole idea was and just had one more.
It just ocurred to me that Selina might be so interested in using Laurel as a weapon against me in fights because i talk about her so much on here. I don’t think anyone really understands that (for me) blog is to life as the x-men cartoon was to the comic book: abridged, simplfied, and at times altogether rewritten. Anyhow, I couldn’t very well talk about how much time i spent in her bed (most of which was spent talking. No, really), could i?
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Having Selina on Bertie’s webcam makes it incredibly easy to know when to ignore Bertie’s IM name, seeing as it’s Selina at the helm.
You know, it feels a little childish not to talk to someone at all, but it sorta has to be done. Don’t we all know that couple that keeps getting back together even though it’s not a good idea, or the ex’s that just never quit going after each other’s sore spots? Well, it seems like those two things are dumb reflex on my part unless i ignore her to some degree. And, honestly, i’ve got my own mental health in mind here, so if it seems childlike just know that my head feels a bit less aged for my trouble.
btw, to those who caught the two-minute entry i deleted on Wednesday night: there is no hole in my wall. I lie compulsively the first time ’round, but i tend to tell the truth if it’s in a printed retraction. yeah. xoxox
Um, not to retread a bridge i burnt down earlier this week or anything, but Selina will be appearing on and off on the HyperCam all weekend. I’ll never link to her diary for you to pry into, but at least you can see her now.
Is this a bit too boring to look at? I was getting a bit sick of that background… it was blending into everything else on my desk so that i couldn’t even focus on the page. But, i probably read it a lot more than you do :p
I was just a real person with a real life for a whole week. I work for a living, i go out to eat, i pay bills, i write songs, i have friends, i have romantic interests. I don’t think i’ve ever spent another week as vivid and adult before in my entire life. And i don’t think i’ve ever felt so randomly tossed around by everything that’s been happening to me – maybe control is for the uninteresting.
And now it is the weekend again, and this week feels as though it floated away out from under me without my having taken the slightest notice. I played my guitar once, i watched teevee once, and i ate out every night, and here i am easily $60 in the hole and otherwise absolutely the same. Hopefully the weekend will make up for it…