I could sit in labs and log in to Blogger and let the blue and orange screen blare out to the world, and all they thought was "that's pretty arb. What's a blog?" and went back to their porn or kitty pictures or emails begging mom for more money.
Weirdo-guy-who-gets-too-touchy-when-boozed came up to me in labs and asked for my blog address. This is uncool. Compared to more abstract and pseudonymous/anonymous blogs, this one is pretty much me without most of the dirtier thoughts (I leave that up to her). So, strange STRANGE little man, I do NOT want you reading my blog. Is this like asking for a phone number now? Do I change my address to .co.za? Do I give him the address of an Eskimo blog?
There is such a syndrome at Rhodes known as LOSERS, which attacks everyone from time to time. It hits you too, but now you have a name for it. Trivarsity is not the time to have losers. I feel it coming on. Bud - nipped. The bottle of Graca Rose currently frying in the sun on Sparky's passenger seat could alleviate, or aggravate. Only time will tell. Reasons for losers? Putter's absence - I got pretty psyched. The come-down of being here after Joburg. The annoying baby-voice girl in res is once again getting on my tits. My foam hand is a bit of a let-down - a little permanent marker and some anti-UPE sentiments should solve that one.
In all honesty, this seems a bit try-hard. All I really want to do tonight is paint my nails and read my book and go to bed with coffee and the new Third Eye Blind, and not be asked any questions or be woken by drunken students.
I feel old. I guess I have a confession... I am, at heart, a complete and utter homebody. 2 out of every 5 nights out, I'd rather be at home, preferably being cuddled.
So, I'll drink my wine. I'll get past this. I'll go to Friars and dance to the same songs again. I might have a tequila. I'll wake up tomorrow, empty wallet and pounding head. And then do it all over again.
Wow, it's a hard life when you don't have to work and your leisurely lifestyle is such a burden. I'll quit my bitching now.
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