post by Erin
There isn't a conceivable reason why I woke up this morning with the tell-tale aches and pains of an incoming cold AS WELL AS acid reflux that continues at this moment to bubble up my throat and scald my esophagus. Except that maybe the world is punishing me for something I was framed for. Maybe it was because two days ago, while leafing through the family safe for my transcripts, I came across my grandmother's will and happened to glance at the amount of money she'd be leaving me.
Maybe it's because I saw my ex in the arms of another woman yesterday and instead of doing the mature, adult thing and saying hi all mature and adult-like, I panicked and ran into Lenscrafters, to be stared at by confused staff who seemed to think I just really wanted a pair of horned-rim glasses.
Maybe I haven't been a good older sister and amid my sister's attempts at hanging out, I've dismissed her repeatedly. Usually bitterly uttering the words, "Go back to your WHORE!" Her whore being her boyfriend that she basically lives with. They already have two cats together. It's pretty damn serious.
Or, most likely, it's because the multimedia students share the lab with the gaming students and (I'm not making this shit up here), you can literally smell the gaming students before you see them. When they gather together in large groups you actually know about it before you turn around the corner. I have my doubts that they bathe regularly, let alone wash their hands. So when they touch the keyboard, I then touch the keyboard and the cycle of evil begins anew.
It's been an exhausting couple of weeks in terms of drama. Other people's drama, mind you, not my own. In order to have my own drama, I'd be required to go out and meet people, interact... maybe put on something that isn't a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. To that I say 'fuck that noise'. No, I just live through my friends, namely Bronwyn and Shelly. Learn from their mistakes, cry alongside them, nod wisely as they learn, laugh when they're triumphant etc. When they get married/common law married for those who scream in protest against heteronormativeness, I expect to live on one of their couches. Or maybe both. Maybe I'll switch it up. Like if Shelly lives in Florida and Bronwyn lives somewhere that isn't Florida, I'll live with Shelly in the winter.
I see my future as being a big black hole of suck. Like everyone in my family, it's not that I don't possess the skills and talents to succeed, I just don't seem to possess the drive. The art world isn't exactly booming with exciting prospects for obtaining hookers and/or blow. And the HTML coding isn't bending over to my whim like I was expecting it to. At least I can take some comfort in the fact that other people have similar doubts about the future but can still offer wisdom in my time of need...
I will, Courage Wolf. I will... Because I have an erection in the class of life. And I'll get up anyways.
I also happen to be high as a goddamn kite at the moment. By completely legal and honorable means, I assure you. I've taken Dayquil, which really shouldn't get you high, that seems a little counterproductive. But maybe getting you kite-high is the trick to dealing with your cold. Spend the week strung out on cold medicine, laugh at completely inappropriate times, sober up in a ditch somewhere, the last five days a blur. Contract a surprise STD. A typical cold, you know.
Erin wants to take tentative steps into the world of dating again, although I remain tentatively tentative. It's not JUST to stick it to my ex. Time just isn't on my side at the moment. Any woman able to get past my ridiculous standard barrier would also have to deal with my frequent unavailability due to school. I don't see why anyone would even bother with someone who on a good day is described as 'Mia Kirshner only like, 500 pounds' or on a bad day, 'an overstuffed sack of potatoes'.
There is a girl I fancy though. Which puts me further ahead of any other time I've ever said 'I want to date again!'. We've hung out a grand total of... once. But it was a hoot. That's all I really need to go by, you know. Again though, my availability rears its head. Suddenly it'll be two weeks before we can hang out again. It just seems way too long to wait for a talking sack of potatoes.
By the way, since the last article, people have been telling me they haven't seen Hook. I don't think I need to stress any further that you NEED TO SEE IT IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY.
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