and now for the weather in my BIZARRE AND CONSTANTLY STORMY LIFE --disclaimer/plea-- *siiiigh* I SWEAR I SWEAR BY WHOEVER/ON WHATEVER IS SACRED TO YOU I DO NOT TRY TO BE BIZARRE a friend of mine once remarked that i was a great writer after reading my old diary-x blog my response was that my blog wasn't really so much about the writing (if you could call it that-- a lot of my entries lacked punctuation) as much as it was about recording experiences/therapy my friend went on to insist that was precisely her point-- apparently, i showed great creativity in 'concocting' my stories me: errr...babe they aren't stories ... long... pause... her: all.. of.. it..? (read "even the lesbo/suicidal stuff?!") ... longer... pause... her: well look at the time and today, i have --more weirdness to add to the list-- fresh sara has a lot of older friends one day way back when the world was young (the beginning of the semester) an older (extremely good-looking) guy bumps into the freshness and exchanges greetings to my surprise he left the group to go sit alone by the cafeteria returning back from the caf i decide to invite him to sit with the gang out of pity...okay mostly for further ogling after some witty banter and flirtatious laughter i return to the group to meet a very quizzical looking freshy me: what? *this is where i could feel blood rushing down from my head and my intestines quivered a little* eh, 3ady (normal) right? there are lotsa good looking, well dressed professers out there that get confused for students all the time its not like i'm going to run into him ever again .... so i ran into him again i was visiting sara's class. she forgot to mention HE was teaching it. hey its cool he wont rememb.. "didnt i see you around before?" shit--"umm yeaah i offered you chips *much face reddening*" "you werent a mohaggaba (veiled) back then" ...oooh God..say..something.. "nope, nope...(trying to think of other words besides nope and failing)" oh well i was bound to run into him again eventually, its not like its going to be a regular thing, it doesnt mean anything sara: tell fou about what happened with dr.blah I'M TAKING A COURSE WITH BLAH NEXT SEMESTER
WHY? i'm telling you, God knows i dont want what i want so he gives it to me sound of music fantasy? weird eastern european guy HERE YOU GO SARAH--THE ONLY PROFESSER THAT YOU WERE STUPID ENOUGH TO HIT ON and he's amazing looking of course and artistic...and intelligent he's got a bohemian way of dressing noni note: ITS ISLAND STYLE NONIE-- ISLAND STYLE eh, he's probably gay that would save me so much trouble ah well, moving on: --ghetto eGipt experiences-- i ate street-fool today twas amazing tasting i wish i had the balls to do things like that on my own at the kishk/kiosque (much more ghetto than any western images of kiosques) i switched to slims. slim ciggies are barely ciggies. me bought em (and feel really guilty for breaking my promise to su bout not lighting up today) slims are like .5 nicotine count and are barely ciggies, it's kiddie smoking... hmm that didnt seem as disturbing in my head till i typed it out anyway. baby steps. oh speaking of which-- --why men don't understand subtlety-- i caught a certain someone giving freshy an adoring look today much like the adoring looks olive gives noni-- now, we have to be careful here-- these are not the same looks that he gives when he compliments her...'tunic' lurve be brewin which i pretend is good news for me because, hello, i'm that narcissistic and am deluded enough to believe that brewing will lead to spill-over and i'll be all glowy with left-over lurve and attract my own chica/collection of cats/professer *weeping* later my loves :) |