So, yeah . . . all those things on my list of things to do . . . let's see which ones I got done:
- Bring dress clothes back to school
Yes, that was the only one. 0 pages memorized, every idea I can come up with, looks stupid after I try and develop it. No progress on Corie's scholarship app. And I couldn't even go get myself new shoes! Good lord . . .
So what DID I do this weekend?
- Hung out with Mark briefly
- Went to Emily's party where I met a guy I made out with
- Went to a gay bar I'd never heard of, got sloshed, and actually *gasp* hit on!
- Started Season 3 of Farscape
- Hung out with Nick (Dana Nick) Sunday evening
- And read through my script a few times
So, stuff happened, just not anything productive.
But yeah, I've come to the conclusion that my problem is that I've been going for guys my age or younger. I need to go for slightly older guys. That's who I met at Emily's party (Mike) and what the gay bar (Flixx) was largely full of. I mean, cute and hot guys ages 25-30, who were not at ALL the same crowd from the Joy and The Run. These guys were actually *gasp* masculine. Not feminine, whiny, arrogant bitches. And at least 4 of them found me interesting enough to hit on. I met this one guy who actually graduated from Millard North. He was a senior when I was a freshman. I also got a LOT of compliments on my anime boy t-shirt I was wearing. And, you know, I was just looking at myself in the mirror earlier that day and thinking how good I looked in it. *shrug*
But yeah, I wasn't even looking my best then either. I was still semi-grubby, like I have been. But I still got hit on. And I never talked to any of the guys before hand, so it wasn't my stellar personality that drew them.
And then Mike nibbled on my neck (which drives me WILD) and we made out as Tiffany drove me home. He even asked for my number when he walked me to my door.
Now, I don't really expect anything to come of it. People have had my number before and never used it. Plus, he was really drunk, so you never know. But at least I felt attractive for once. I felt like maybe this whole romance thing isn't as much of an impossibility after all.
I've just been going for the wrong people.
It's like all the young gay guys in the area think that being gay means acting like the stereotype: a whiny, bitchy, shallow girl. Hell, before I went to Emily's party, Mark and I were at Toys R Us with my little brother, and we asked this Josh kid who worked there what the price of something was. The asshole couldn't even look us in the eye. Fucking fag. And yes, he was gay. He's the Josh kid who has his profile up everywhere. He's also one of the assholes who updates their profile to talk about their newfound boyfriend and how incredibly happy he is, and shoving it everyone else's faces.
But anyway, yeah. So I plan on making return trips to this bar sometime in the future. Probably with Tiffany. I never got to hang out with her much in college, so maybe we can get to know each other better now. That'd be cool.
So that was Friday. Saturday was work, then nothing for most of the day. I was bored out of my mind, with nowhere to go, nothing to do, no one to do it with. It was particularly depressing after my exciting evening the night before. Thus, I got absolutely nothing done. But I did manage to watch the 1st two episodes of Season 3 of Farscape.
It's odd. When I watch Farscape, I just tune out the rest of the world, and any interruption pisses me off really bad. When I watch Farscape, I want it to be an uninterrupted experience. Maybe I'm just weird. But it's just so emotionally moving at times, and someone walking into the room talking and making noise, just really breaks the moment. All my emotional immersion is suddenly broken, and the effect just isn't the same. I nearly bit my brother's head off when I was watching the Season 3 premiere, which includes BIG story developments.
*sigh* I love that show. And now that I have my student loan refund check from Dana, I can buy season 4 on DVD and I'll own the entire series. Mmmmmm . . . Farscape.
Although there's lots of other things the money needs to go towards as well. Like credit card, re-liscensing my car, car payment, and (this is new) my Citibank credit card.
Sound new? B/c it is. Except it isn't. Waaaaaaaaay back last spring the softball team guilt-tripped me into signing up for this damn card. I must've gotten the card in the mail at some point, but I just threw it away thinking that if I didn't activate it, I'd never have to pay any fees.
So, I've been chucking any Citibank stuff into the trash since then, and ignoring their phone calls.
Well, out of the blue, I decided to open the letter I got from them the other day. I owe them about $150 in late fees, and other shit that I have no idea what it is. I'm really confused as to why I owe them money. But if I don't pay them, and soon, they're turning it over to a collection agency.
Frelling bank dren again! I'm so sick of dealing with it all! Financial institutions are quickly becoming the bane of my existence. So, lets see how much of my refund check is claimed already:
$150 for citibank dren
$250 for car liscencing
$100 for credit card payment (not neccesary, but the least I should really be putting toward it
$100 for Farscape Season 4
$50 for Xenosaga Episode II: Jenseits Von Gut Und Bose
Total: $650
Ooooooooh. I'll still have $55 left over after all this dren! Go me! Thank God!
Ugh, now I have to come up with a research project idea . . . shit . . .
Eric 2/08/2005 01:42:00 AM
