i can't stop shaking and i think it's because i haven't gotten more than 6 hours of sleep for the past 2 nights. that's 3 hours a night. i'm starving but i'm too tired to eat.
and yet, i'm never too tired to type. i love inspiration: //i love your page. i love the way everything is written. i love the layout. i will come back very soon, with a coffee and a pair of comfy pyjamas, and read everything from the beginning. kudos to you for having such a wonderful place to share your thoughts.// is my latest guestbook entry.
i'm glad i'm not the only one who is perfectly content spending an evening reading 400+ entries about someone's life. i spent a full 14 hours reading this boy's diary last summer. (oh.)
i feel very in control right now. work is going grand and i know they love me there because i'm a kickass employee. i'm already behind on school but i know i'll make up for it and i really enjoy all of my classes (even though i still have yet to attend a classics 37 lecture.) even though i don't work out and i'm probably at my fattest, i feel incredibly sexy. perhaps this has something to do with the fact that i lost my virginity on thursday. (oh.) i love my chub though. it's voluptuous. money-wise, i'm not in debt anymore and i still have $100some to tide me over until next week's paycheck, which will be aorund $150, and the week's after will be similar. i decided to award myself for being such a wonderful person by buying some hardcore goth boots from delias.
and now, i will discuss last night. what a fabulous evening. devora, who kicks more and more ass every day, came by and we went and got drunk in rohan's room and then she, suzzi, and i wandered over to IV. we stopped at some house where a band, junk 1000, was playing and they kicked and extraordinary amount of ass. indeed, they're opening for sugarcult (!!) in june in thousand oaks. speaking of sugarcult, they will be in goleta's own the living room may 3. this will not be like the night the alkaline trio was supposed to play, when anne said that oh no, the living room NEVER sells out. oh, but it does. i will be buying tickets in the very near future.
back to the night. we hooked up the keg-ness and continued wandering down DP when i remembered that the cuties who make up the band slutmagnet had emailed me saying they were playing at 6669 dp, so we went over there and i talked to the lead singer and he was like, "are you kutekoala?" it was all very strange. oh, the powers of the internet. and he introduced me to the guitar player as the girl with the dope-ass diary (or something to that effect) who wrote about them. we didn't hang out too long because devora and suzzi are not much into the punk scene.
devora wanted to hook it up with her boy adam, who gave us a ride home on thursday night, so we found out where they were and managed to make it to the party a-ok. we found our boys and wandered around there for a bit. i was such a bitch. when i want to know just how in control i am, i test it by being the biggest fucking cocktease. when you don't give a fuck about the boy, it's tons of fun. fortunately, this was the case last night. there was this other guy, benson, who was pretty cute but way too smooth so i decided to mess with him too. it was all very enjoyable.
i ended up hooking up with the boy i'd hooked up with on thursday (erm...in the showers in my dorm) but this time we had an actual bed, which was nice.
OH MY GOD! fuckin a, my baby, jen stearns, called me last night from oklahoma! she's left a voice message saying how drunk she was and how much she loved me so i called her back and we had fun drunken bonding over the phone. it totally made my night. there's nothing like a random phone call of slurred terms of endearment. "oooooh, honeeeeee! i love you tho..so.. muck! i misth you, darlen!" hurrah.
yeah, so at 4:30a devora and i decided to head back so we start walking and manage to walk in the exact opposite direction of campus. 15 minutes later, when we were on the edge of IV at a fence wondering where the fuck we were we decided it was probably a bad thing neither of us has a sense of direction. we headed back the other direction and eventually made it. i ended up crashing at 5am. i dont' remember anything after crawling into bed. as soon as my head hit the pillow, i was out. i woke up at 10:30a, when i was supposed to start work, and ran out of the dorm, teeth unbrushed, face unwashed. fortunately, i remembered to throw on some deodorant and a bra, but other than that i was pretty sketchy. my manager didn't care though, which is nice.
jesus, a lot happened last night. i saw fucking chris at the party where we met up with our boys. actually, he saw me, came up to me, and gave me this huge hug. i was like, hm. where were you first quarter? of course, my drunken ass told him that i'd had this huge crush on him first quarter and he was like, "aww, that's so flattering." of course, i was thinking, "aww, that's so not. you're supposed to respond with, 'dude, me too! why didn't we ever hook up?'" but then he was totally hardcore flirting with me. i asked him if he had a girlfriend, which i know for a fact that he does (she's such a cute girl, too, and her name's bettie) and he said something along the lines of, "uh, i guess we're dating." he then went on to suggest that maybe he should stop by my room sometime. it was all very weird and i was very happy to have him watch me as i walked away into the arms of david.
wow, that's so soap opera and cheesy.
my brother just stopped by. apparently i called him and told him i was on DP and he should come down because it's tons of fun and he would like this girl i'm hanging out with and she's a good kisser and i know this from experience, hahaha. i remember actually talking to him, not leaving a message, but i was very drunk and i dont' remember mentioning the girl, whom i didn't kiss the night before (other girls were that fortunate, however). anyway, that fucking bastard. gr.
i really fucking have to sleep now. rather, i have to throw some laundry in and then crash, for a night of partying and boys awaits me. word.