Crushing Krisis

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And now it’s today. Or whatever.

In the same way that i ate a whole box of tic tacs last night, i have a huge pillow firmly entrenched on the right side of my bed. I put it there during a cleaning frenzy and didn’t really think about it, and that night when i crashed out i left the pillow exactly where i first put it down. I slept that way for a few nights, easy and peaceful, before i realized that the pillow occupied the exact spot on my bed that Selina did in hers. And, of course, illusions are easy to see through when you know what they’re really made of. But, i slept well last night anyway.

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Sigh. Freaking cardboard paper-cut on my right index finger, which has got to be the most important finger i have when i’m not playing guitar. This day is a rainbow… streaks of happy, frazzled, miserable, excited all running through it as if my life just rained and this is what’s left over. I screamed and screamed at Matt because i have $5.64 in my checking account and he owes me nearly $500 in rent and bills. I almost felt like it was my fault when he pointed out that i don’t always bring the bills to his attention when i get them, but then i felt vindicated when i realized that he has to pay the rent every month and that i’ve been keeping a running tally of what he owes me on the coffee table for at least a whole month. I’ll get my big fat paycheck next Friday, so nothing should bounce, but if our balance isn’t $0 by then i’d rather just live in the apartment myself rather than paying for the both of us. Ugh.

This will be a long post. I sat on the same couch as Selina last night to play Encore (a singing game) with my fraternity. I finally got to hear her sing when she wasn’t concerned about me hearing her, and i fell in love with her voice. As beautiful as it is, i almost feel as though she was hiding it’s beauty underneath something all the times i ever heard her sing, and last night it was left uncovered as she quickly belted out lines from musicals and pop songs so that we could win the game. We spoke to each other, and even helped each other in the game. She’s still the most attractive person on earth, i still can’t go back to her because it wouldn’t work out, and i finally unblocked her on IM. Yep.

AIM just had the most spectacular crash i’ve ever seen, and i couldn’t get it to come back on for an hour. Finally, it loaded sans buddy list except for one person … Matt (because he’s sitting on his ass at his computer and so AIM came back up as soon at the network did). Thanx, aol. Anyway, i have to clean like mad tonight because i have fraternity people staying with me over the weekend. Blogs made this weekend should be … interesting. These are the same people from this post. Yep. Fun. Love y’all.

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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

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