a waste of a perfectly slutty outfit
i compare everyone to 7-31.
which is ridiculous.
and i want to stop. but i can't help it.
tonight i managed to get myself in another complicated situation. and i wasn't drunk. which is bad given the circumstances, as well as brings the tally up to 10 drinky and 3 sober nights in this lovely place called santa barbara...
i guess the only question left is why? this makes two offenses in the past two days alone, not to mention that the last four out of five were in essentially the same situation.
her name is marissa.
i miss you so much it hurts. everyday something reminds me and i can't help but feeling a little bit nostalgic even for a second. or a lot of seconds.
i'll leave it at that. the ambiguity can leave that up to several people...
chinky and mikey came to visit which was wonderful because i miss my avi so much
and class was early but i was a good girl and got up on time and so shall tomorrow be.
it was so painful...some of the most terrible, horrible spacework i have ever seen in my life. including that time when we had to teach clark's beginning acting classes for imp.
i skipped chink studies because i'm dropping it anyways and i hate it, and dickie and alexa came over and we watched mtv and then i fell asleep in the bath and then dickie and britt and emily and i got dinner at the d-d-dlg and charlie was wearing a dress and then we picked out the sluttiest outfit we could find to play the fuck out of him, which ended up getting completely fucked up.
at 8:30 i met with jason from iv live who impressed the hell out of me based solely on the fact that he is a spolin loving, comedy sports/whose line hater and specializes in long form. he basically said i was in based on courtney's recommendation, no audition and i went to their rehearsal and it was really good. definitely different; not used to new people, but it was mostly positive and character based and object/space emphasized and fun. it should be good, if its not too huge of a time commitment...it was just really wierd thou because not only was there no one familiar, but i was so much younger than everyone. theyre all juniors and seniors and grad students, and i'm such the little baby freshman...oh well, i definitely could keep up no prob
came back to get myself looking like a whore to fuck with charlie and was so game to get rad... but dickie left and yeh...shit went down. we got harrassed by mexicans on the 7th floor looking for sean and jake and jeff were gonna come over and finally dickie came back and we watched the daily show on the couch all cozy in my comforter and he kissed me and i wanted him to and then i stopped it because...i can't. not like that.
question- why the fuck am i always that fucking girl?
charlie's friend ryan is coming down tomorrow...gonna fucking play him too. just for fun. thou i'm a little scared what will happen if i get drunk again bc dickie won't be there to save me this time. for the record, i didn't give charlie head, despite what he said. at least i don't think so. no i'm positive.
i miss you. everytime i hang out with anyboys i think of you. dammit.
i'm sorry
nite sleep tight don't let the bedbugs bite
xoxo
which is ridiculous.
and i want to stop. but i can't help it.
tonight i managed to get myself in another complicated situation. and i wasn't drunk. which is bad given the circumstances, as well as brings the tally up to 10 drinky and 3 sober nights in this lovely place called santa barbara...
i guess the only question left is why? this makes two offenses in the past two days alone, not to mention that the last four out of five were in essentially the same situation.
her name is marissa.
i miss you so much it hurts. everyday something reminds me and i can't help but feeling a little bit nostalgic even for a second. or a lot of seconds.
i'll leave it at that. the ambiguity can leave that up to several people...
chinky and mikey came to visit which was wonderful because i miss my avi so much
and class was early but i was a good girl and got up on time and so shall tomorrow be.
it was so painful...some of the most terrible, horrible spacework i have ever seen in my life. including that time when we had to teach clark's beginning acting classes for imp.
i skipped chink studies because i'm dropping it anyways and i hate it, and dickie and alexa came over and we watched mtv and then i fell asleep in the bath and then dickie and britt and emily and i got dinner at the d-d-dlg and charlie was wearing a dress and then we picked out the sluttiest outfit we could find to play the fuck out of him, which ended up getting completely fucked up.
at 8:30 i met with jason from iv live who impressed the hell out of me based solely on the fact that he is a spolin loving, comedy sports/whose line hater and specializes in long form. he basically said i was in based on courtney's recommendation, no audition and i went to their rehearsal and it was really good. definitely different; not used to new people, but it was mostly positive and character based and object/space emphasized and fun. it should be good, if its not too huge of a time commitment...it was just really wierd thou because not only was there no one familiar, but i was so much younger than everyone. theyre all juniors and seniors and grad students, and i'm such the little baby freshman...oh well, i definitely could keep up no prob
came back to get myself looking like a whore to fuck with charlie and was so game to get rad... but dickie left and yeh...shit went down. we got harrassed by mexicans on the 7th floor looking for sean and jake and jeff were gonna come over and finally dickie came back and we watched the daily show on the couch all cozy in my comforter and he kissed me and i wanted him to and then i stopped it because...i can't. not like that.
question- why the fuck am i always that fucking girl?
charlie's friend ryan is coming down tomorrow...gonna fucking play him too. just for fun. thou i'm a little scared what will happen if i get drunk again bc dickie won't be there to save me this time. for the record, i didn't give charlie head, despite what he said. at least i don't think so. no i'm positive.
i miss you. everytime i hang out with anyboys i think of you. dammit.
i'm sorry
nite sleep tight don't let the bedbugs bite
xoxo