Tuesday, October 13, 2009
The Garret Game
I spent the last hour sitting in the dark with a candle, a space heater, and a jar of pickled green beans. "Why?" you might ask. And the answer would be this: M and I were playing bohemian-writers-living-in-a-drafty-garret. Best game ever, no lie. If you've never played it, go do so now. Make up bohemian names for yourselves and your bohemian lovers. Then, light a candle, take on a British accent, and develop a wasting disease. Don't forget to say everything earnestly so the entire world can know the depth of your feeling.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
In the Mind of the Assassin
Ok, note: I will never, ever again just hand someone the money I owe them. This afternoon, M and I conducted a clandestine operation in which we left the money I owe S in a library book and texted him the call number. But, not being satisfied with this scheme, we also wrote him a letter that reads thusly:
To the Hon. S------, Esq,
Enclosed is the payment for services rendered. You shall be contacted at a later date regarding any future targets. We remain,
Clandestinely Yours,
(symbol of Emilandia)
We then sealed it with a wax seal and placed it in In the Mind of the Assassin. Most epic day ever.
To the Hon. S------, Esq,
Enclosed is the payment for services rendered. You shall be contacted at a later date regarding any future targets. We remain,
Clandestinely Yours,
(symbol of Emilandia)
We then sealed it with a wax seal and placed it in In the Mind of the Assassin. Most epic day ever.
Monday, October 5, 2009
The Saga Continues...
The fall formal saga continues. These are the things that happened this weekend:
1. Got asked to formal by Matt #2.
2. Told Matt #2 that I already had a date.
3. Texted TM.
4. Got non-committal response from TM.
5. Drunkenly told S (equally drunk) about the situation.
6. Was asked to formal by S.
So, instead of Matt #2, I'm now going with S (if he remembers asking). I'd say it's a very large step up; I actually like hanging out with S, and he's a really good dancer. On the other hand, Matt #2 asked if I wanted to go out to coffee with him instead, and I couldn't think of a way to say no. I'm going to preface the date with something along the lines of "I'm not looking for a relationship right now," "I just want to be friends," or "I'm actually a lesbian, and I thought you were a woman, but since you're not, let's just be friends."
I know I sound kind of bitchy about Matt #2, but I'd like to defend myself by saying that he hits on anything that moves and has booty called me in the past. And he's super-awkward. I'm also in a place right now where I don't want to be in a serious relationship. It's time-consuming and emotionally consuming. I don't want to put myself in the same place I was last year, when I began to lose sight of who I was in that relationship.
OTHER DRAMA
The time has come for the housing drama to begin. My housemate M has been looking for a place to live with her friends, and she started seriously considering an apartment called the Blue Lagoon. Our other housemate, C, after a conversation about housing with M, decided that she and my former roommate J were going go behind M's back and get a group together to live at the Blue Lagoon. They did this knowing full well that M and her friends were just getting a few last-minute details together before calling the landlord. I was absolutely speechless when I heard about this, because this is something that is ABSOLUTELY NOT OKAY TO DO TO A FRIEND. Especially a friend you're living with. Needless to say, things have been tense around the house lately.
1. Got asked to formal by Matt #2.
2. Told Matt #2 that I already had a date.
3. Texted TM.
4. Got non-committal response from TM.
5. Drunkenly told S (equally drunk) about the situation.
6. Was asked to formal by S.
So, instead of Matt #2, I'm now going with S (if he remembers asking). I'd say it's a very large step up; I actually like hanging out with S, and he's a really good dancer. On the other hand, Matt #2 asked if I wanted to go out to coffee with him instead, and I couldn't think of a way to say no. I'm going to preface the date with something along the lines of "I'm not looking for a relationship right now," "I just want to be friends," or "I'm actually a lesbian, and I thought you were a woman, but since you're not, let's just be friends."
I know I sound kind of bitchy about Matt #2, but I'd like to defend myself by saying that he hits on anything that moves and has booty called me in the past. And he's super-awkward. I'm also in a place right now where I don't want to be in a serious relationship. It's time-consuming and emotionally consuming. I don't want to put myself in the same place I was last year, when I began to lose sight of who I was in that relationship.
OTHER DRAMA
The time has come for the housing drama to begin. My housemate M has been looking for a place to live with her friends, and she started seriously considering an apartment called the Blue Lagoon. Our other housemate, C, after a conversation about housing with M, decided that she and my former roommate J were going go behind M's back and get a group together to live at the Blue Lagoon. They did this knowing full well that M and her friends were just getting a few last-minute details together before calling the landlord. I was absolutely speechless when I heard about this, because this is something that is ABSOLUTELY NOT OKAY TO DO TO A FRIEND. Especially a friend you're living with. Needless to say, things have been tense around the house lately.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Here's Looking At You, Kid
It's official; I'm going to Paris in the spring! I didn't realize how excited I would be to actually be going, but now that I have my acceptance, I can't wait. I think it'll be great to get out of my established routine here at school and, of course, to live in Paris. I've always wanted to go to France, and now I'm going to live there for four and a half months! I'm going to drink great wine, eat great food, and hang out in little cafes. Hopefully, I'll get to visit Sistadre at some point; my program ends early, so maybe I'll spend May with her. Or I'll visit her in January before my program starts. Either way, I'll get out of this small town, meet new people, and have new experiences. Don't get me wrong, I love my school and the sense of community, and I've actually been meeting new people lately, but I need to get away for a while and try something different.
SOME QUOTES:
"This is my spy-suit, bitch!"
"This is going to be one clean bathtub." "Yep. It's going to sparkle like Edward's ass."
"Let's have tea and strumpets!"
CULTURE?
Last weekend, M and I went to the Instant Play Festival, which is an annual event here at school. Student playwrights have one night to write a 10 minute play, which is then produced and rehearsed the next day and performed the next night. Because everyone at my school seems to be exceptionally talented, I expected all of the plays to be incredible, but I was sadly mistaken. With one exception, the plays were inane, confusing, and overly sentimental. There were some good ideas, but, unfortunately, they were not carried out well.
THIS JUST IN
Matt # 2 just called and asked if I needed a date to fall formal. I let him leave a voicemail because I suspected what the call was about, and proceeded to text Matt #1 asap to ask him to be my date, just as friends. I'll even make out with Matt #1 again to get out of going with Matt #2. Why is my life ridiculous?
SOME QUOTES:
"This is my spy-suit, bitch!"
"This is going to be one clean bathtub." "Yep. It's going to sparkle like Edward's ass."
"Let's have tea and strumpets!"
CULTURE?
Last weekend, M and I went to the Instant Play Festival, which is an annual event here at school. Student playwrights have one night to write a 10 minute play, which is then produced and rehearsed the next day and performed the next night. Because everyone at my school seems to be exceptionally talented, I expected all of the plays to be incredible, but I was sadly mistaken. With one exception, the plays were inane, confusing, and overly sentimental. There were some good ideas, but, unfortunately, they were not carried out well.
THIS JUST IN
Matt # 2 just called and asked if I needed a date to fall formal. I let him leave a voicemail because I suspected what the call was about, and proceeded to text Matt #1 asap to ask him to be my date, just as friends. I'll even make out with Matt #1 again to get out of going with Matt #2. Why is my life ridiculous?
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