desires as round as peaches bloom in me all night
stars are just old light. clouds are infinitely more fascinating. right now the sky is lavender with peach dollops. mmmm. it kinda looks like its opening up in places. one of these days i need to see the northern lights. speaking of which, i wish i had a knife that could cut through into another reality. and a daemon.
friday night this creepy drunk guy was advancing on me physically and i just kept backing up until i had backed up into the protective bubble that was nate. the guy says to me something along the lines of me being a frigid bitch, and me never having had a boyfriend in my life. i expressed how shitty this made my drunk-self feel to nate, and he says: "well, have you ever even wanted one?" ofcourse. allie says i've had many but i dont feel like they count. maybe i am a frigid bitch. the last two nights i've had poons sleeping on the fucking couch. friday night the last thing i saw before falling asleep was nate just standing and waiting at my door (weiiiiiiird) and last night... well, nate took me home but then got scared away by the five other dudes but man there was a HOTTIE sleeping on the couch and apparently he wanted to bone me. i fail at this game. now he has flown off to DC and i am left with any empty vagina.
maybe i'd rather have an adventure than a fuck, and no one in quaint westwood is about to deliver. someday i'm going to go sledding across the northern wilderness with stephan and a pack of huskies (he's done it before by himself, how amazing is that???). hes a dreamer (like me) and an explorer... he was raised in morocco, spent a year in australia, and then two years in South Africa during the transition from apartheid. he's the one who told me to go to school in paris, that it would be an adventure. i cant wait.
anyways... what else... i got to play with a python at delta sig. went to the beach on saturday and it was perfect. tried blindly walking into the ocean, which was a very electric experience. waves are 100% more intimidating when you only hear them. got lots of sunshine, took a perfect nap, met up with nate and greg and thomas for saturday night drinking. attending eri's party and had a decent time. made out with kate because we are drunk whores. good stuff. today i spent in bed, rather sick. but it was pleasant anyways... i read french aloud to gyoza and meditated on everything for a while. OH and in case you hadnt noticed, im also a pimp.
my life is boring, nobody here wants to read about it, i dont know how to say to people they need not have me on their friends list (without being rude). i mean, if you're reading under this cut i guess you enjoy (?) reading about my life. or are HELLA bored. i guess i'll just leave most stuff under cuts from now on to not annoy people.
edit: "on hedonism"
Beauty makes me hopeless. I don't care why anymore I just want to get away. When I look at the city of Paris I long to wrap my legs around it. When I watch you dancing there is a heartless immensity like a sailor in a dead calm sea. Desires as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls.
friday night this creepy drunk guy was advancing on me physically and i just kept backing up until i had backed up into the protective bubble that was nate. the guy says to me something along the lines of me being a frigid bitch, and me never having had a boyfriend in my life. i expressed how shitty this made my drunk-self feel to nate, and he says: "well, have you ever even wanted one?" ofcourse. allie says i've had many but i dont feel like they count. maybe i am a frigid bitch. the last two nights i've had poons sleeping on the fucking couch. friday night the last thing i saw before falling asleep was nate just standing and waiting at my door (weiiiiiiird) and last night... well, nate took me home but then got scared away by the five other dudes but man there was a HOTTIE sleeping on the couch and apparently he wanted to bone me. i fail at this game. now he has flown off to DC and i am left with any empty vagina.
maybe i'd rather have an adventure than a fuck, and no one in quaint westwood is about to deliver. someday i'm going to go sledding across the northern wilderness with stephan and a pack of huskies (he's done it before by himself, how amazing is that???). hes a dreamer (like me) and an explorer... he was raised in morocco, spent a year in australia, and then two years in South Africa during the transition from apartheid. he's the one who told me to go to school in paris, that it would be an adventure. i cant wait.
anyways... what else... i got to play with a python at delta sig. went to the beach on saturday and it was perfect. tried blindly walking into the ocean, which was a very electric experience. waves are 100% more intimidating when you only hear them. got lots of sunshine, took a perfect nap, met up with nate and greg and thomas for saturday night drinking. attending eri's party and had a decent time. made out with kate because we are drunk whores. good stuff. today i spent in bed, rather sick. but it was pleasant anyways... i read french aloud to gyoza and meditated on everything for a while. OH and in case you hadnt noticed, im also a pimp.
my life is boring, nobody here wants to read about it, i dont know how to say to people they need not have me on their friends list (without being rude). i mean, if you're reading under this cut i guess you enjoy (?) reading about my life. or are HELLA bored. i guess i'll just leave most stuff under cuts from now on to not annoy people.
edit: "on hedonism"
Beauty makes me hopeless. I don't care why anymore I just want to get away. When I look at the city of Paris I long to wrap my legs around it. When I watch you dancing there is a heartless immensity like a sailor in a dead calm sea. Desires as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls.