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> Mount Sims - How We Do
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> Franz Ferdinand - Darts of Pleasure

Ouchies! I just had a hardcore sneeze. I’ve been hanging out with Misty and Selena and the crew all weekend it seems like. I went to Molly’s party on Saturday, it was really really fun– except for that I had to hang out with Samantha and Steve for a big part of it. I got to hang out in the kitchen with Ben and John and play tag with Molly’s daughter, it was totally fun. I wish I would have gotten to hang out with Molly more, but she was entertaining a big crowd so she was spread pretty thin.

As usual, the Slimy Cunt of Doom (aka Samantha) tried to weasel her way into our milieu again by stopping by the theater when me and Joe were playing dance revolution. We just left without saying goodbye. She can go fuck herself.

Anyway, after that we went to Joe’s house and play this cool game that we had both played in our childhood, Megarace 2. He burned it for me while I was over. After a while Selena called us and asked if we wanted to go over to Misty’s boyfriend Ty’s house. We drove over after a quick stop for snacks. It was really fun hanging out there, we all got into Ty’s hot tub. It was so relaxing. It was a pretty cool night, but Charley came over and ended up fucking hitting me in the head with a broom because he thought I was going to burn him with a lighter. Around three in the morning, Selena gave Joe a right to his car and after saying goodbye at Ty’s house we went back to Misty and Selena’s apartment and she let me crash on her couch since we had all imbibed some alcohol and I didn’t want to get pulled over and lose my license for having a .000001% blood alcohol level. Me and Selena had a cool talk before we went to bed about our parents and Father’s Day and such.

I was still a little tipsy and I think it turned into me complaining that my parents never gave me what I wanted. But that’s basically what she talked about too, so it couldn’t have been that bad. Tomorrow I have to go to the college and find out how much everything is going to cost. Because my dad is a supid ass prick face, I’m going to perhaps take another class. He wants me to take like five classes. He is a fucking idiot. I could never cope with that many classes and get good grades in all of them. Well I could, but I wouldn’t be able to work.

I haven’t called my mom ever since she sent me that e-mail. I keep meaning do, but I keep forgetting. She commented on my blog today. Oh well. I’ll call her Monday.

I read another 50 or so pages in the novel Molly lent me. It’s pretty good.

Me and Ben planned our trip today, it’s going to be pretty expensive but we think if we recruit at least one more person to go with us that it won’t be a tremendous financial burden. Charley just did not want to go. I was very surprised. But then again, Charley is hella lame and hit me with a broom. I was trying to get Joe to go with me, because he’s like my best friend, but me and Ben were talking about it and it would just be really weird. Oh well. I’ll have to call him tomorrow so he doesn’t fill out the paperwork to take days off for me to tell him that it’s not happening. I love him to death, but I know he would just be so creeped out by guys hitting on him. He’s just been brought up in that sexually repressed Christian world where you can’t just take a complement. Oh well. Me and Ben will have hella fun. I can’t believe it’s this weekend that we’re going, it totally snuck up on us.

I was reading this fashion magazine while I was trying to tune out Samantha and Steve’s banality, and I was realizing that I really love clothes and that I need to reinvent my look. I’m bored with this circa 1998 black T-shirt with funny sayings on them bullshit. I want fashion. I want Prada. Versace. Christian Dior. Or at least their thrift store counterparts.

I’m tired. I’m tired of everything. Tired of all this drama, tired of being alone. I hope this week is a good week. But I know it won’t be. It’s good to have a bleak outlook, no matter what happens either you’re right or you’re pleasantly surprised. I need to go to bed. And get out of this mood. And stop thinking about Ripley. Maybe I should watch some porn. Eh. I’ve been watching a lot of European porn lately, it’s so different from American shit. It’s actually good acting… you can really imagine that these people love each other. And it’s not like 16 million cuts to show the insertion in grisly Technicolor detail like American porn, most of the scenes are just one continuous shot. True, they cut and splice it a little bit towards the end of the scenes, but it looks like they just put a camera on a tripod and put two hot guys that were totally in love with each other in a room and recorded the results. American porn is too formal and formulaic, German porn really leaves me cold because they seem to laugh throughout the whole thing. I may be really weird, but when I get horny I don’t feel the impulse to laugh all the way through a sex act. Maybe it’s just a German thing, I dunno.

But anyway, now that you’re thoroughly disturbed I think I will go to sleep.