Finalls

why so blue panda?

because this test it 40% of my grade, rabot.

 

THis weekEND

Dear CrocodilesMILES,

I want to tell you about this weekend.

I don’t really remember it, but i’ll start with last night because it was the best.

All day i be up in the dorms hearing about this BFA party and we all know what happens at those so i didn’t pursue going slash its not like i was actually invited.

I walked into Megan’s room to bitch about my nightlife post-michaelbringsmetoparties and she intercepted with an invitation to aitaorhoweveronemightspellhername’s house party. well wozer it was a doozy.

but let me back up.

while megan acted very well in a mediocre play for uncomfortable people on lofted beds, I pouted in the TV lounge.

Much like the thursday night when i woke up to find myself in the middle of an office watching party, I somehow found myself watching Fight Club with da boys.

We are all decaying.

Grrr was this really going to be another night clutching my phone? Okay no it wasn’t because I called Megan and she said let’s go now, and we did. I even forgot my blanket in the TV lounge. And thats the blanket with something similar to cum on it so geeze i was surprised to retrieve it nonchalantly.

We went to the party and almost went to an ATM but thats not the point. We eventually got drunk although i didn’t feel it until the tequila shot and finally had some fun. I talked to this boy who smokes menthols on the weekend on the porch but didn’t think to get on him at the time lord knows why because i want his bod and the cops came and i promptly went inside to retrieve my jacket and the fire escape.

I did kind of touch his butt though…

I think i’m the type of boy who would whip people but I’ve never met one before so I wouldn’t know.

It’s okay though because cops like aitaorhoweveronemightspellthatname and just told us to keep it down.

I woke up with a smiley face in lime green highlighter on my hand and vague memories of dancing with some ginger gay.

When I woke up i found out about the puke via a convo outside my door. I didn’t bother changing today because a) I lack basic self-respect and b) i’ve been getting so many, too many compliments on this t-shirt.

Woah we encountered Mason on the hill today and he humiliated me less than usual. He also had yet another interesting friend who had tattooed ‘walgreens’ on her back. How queer!

Today i read a bit and played the piano for the children. It was good.

But failed at lifting my spirits to an acceptable hight.

Oh do you want to know whats going on? Okay I’ll tell you but it’s silly and you have to promise to keep it a secret.

One day two weeks ago I pulled an allnighter and the next night i was like “hmmm okay I really need to go to sleep pronto but I love my boyfriend so I’ll go sleep uncomfortably next to his warm body so I can kiss him in the morning”. When I pulled up he was singing with his guitar playing roomate so I joined them but he wouldn’t sit on my lap and when I reached for his phone he snatched it away. SUSPISC! That night we talked about how he loved me less actually no about how he wasn’t sure if I was loveable.

Ever since he suggested I leave he has been ignoring my phone calls.

So yeah I suppose you could say i’ve been a little depressed about it but my mom has been wanting to put me on meds and this time it sounds like a good idea. Give it a good six weeks and i’ll be a ray of sunshine.

The hardest part about breaking up with someone is going to gospel choir concerts alone and sitting next to an androgyne in paired chairs. Ted Man is oppressive of single people. A big bully.

Also it’s really hard when your penis expects nightly action or when you meet a lot of cool people that you aren’t allowed to talk to anymore.

Maggie and I flew a kite today, and although she resisted at first I think she really enjoyed it. I know i did.

Once the kite went really high but I wasn’t firm enough with it and she got stuck in a tree like my old fat cat, blue. Apparently suicidal, she still lies limp in a shriveled tree outside of UDS. Does using a lot of adjectives improve my writing style? How, about commas?

speaking of the kite i turned out to be the shitty opening band to said gospel choir concert when all of the white parents congregated outside at 5:30 collectively moaned

when my kite failed to kite.

MORE LATER! XOXOXOXO