Bloggin’ from con
So my fine lady friends and I went to the rave and some creepy guy started grinding on my friend without her consent or permission, so, naturally, she responded in a “ew, no” sort of fashion
So this guy gets all constipated and does this…thing where he throws open his button down shirt (under which were his ~rippling abs~ of incredible averageness) in this movement that is like, half “Look at my ~sexy body,~ are you not impressed?” and half “I might FIGHT someone!!!1” and he yells at her, “WHAT, ARE YOU A LESBIAN?!”
So I saved the day by intervening and yelling right back, “With girls like us, how could she NOT be?!” and started ~sexy dancing~ with her myself.
He left us alone after that.
I’m missing the greatest year of AnimeNext ever, aren’t I?
My professor can probably tell I’m not doing my homework for her class, because I keep answering her in Draw Something.
I’m glad my mom and I never played Scrabble when I was little, because we’re getting so competitive over Words With Friends that I’m afraid we’re entering Malcolm in the Middle territory here.
so here’s something interesting
Whitney Houston’s funeral will be held 15 minutes from my house on Friday.
oh yeah and did I mention she went to my high school? That too.
and all this talk about her on the local news is making me listen to her.
OOOOOOOOOOH I WANNA DAAAAANCE WITH SOMEBODY
Makes me want to dig out the yearbook photo my friends found when we were seniors.
My friends are going back to school again. I hate that I’m here and they all go away… Maybe if I went away it’d be easier to see them go because it’d be less like I was being left behind?
I know exactly how you’re feeling, because all of my friends went away, too. Meanwhile, I’m stuck in shitty New Jersey waiting for them to come home. It does feel like being left behind; and it’s not their fault, but you can’t but feel envious that they’re going to somewhere else, a place that isn’t this state, somewhere that becomes a unique experience to them, while all you experience is the same old, same old. They get to experience self-sufficiency and adulthood in a way that being in half an hour away from home just isn’t conducive to.
(I have been in more than a few fugues over this in the past 3, nearly 3.5 years, if you couldn’t tell.)
The most important thing is to force yourself to take risks, and not feel trapped. Which is very hard to do - I’m still struggling to with it. Having a brag-worthy internship in NYC helped shore my confidence back up, as well as my impending grad school-itude.
Marisa, your homework is to go on an adventure sometime between now and winter break. Have something to tell everybody when they come back again. And remember, no matter how crummy this makes you feel, your friends will still love you. Even though they seem so much cooler, and worldly, and dabbling with intoxicants of various legalities, they will still think you are awesome. Because you are their friend, and that is the most important thing you can be.