Sunday, December 31, 2006

095. New Years

Recap: My name is Leigh, I am twenty years old and in the past week I have managed to fuck up two friendships, make three more and lose my virginity to a boy I don't love. I feel like I haven't seen my housemates in ages, even though I just saw Shannon downstairs. Some other time, I'll go back and fill in those empty days. Last night was the first night I went to bed sober in four days. I have a craigslist boyfriend--that's a lie, but two of my girlfriends and I made personal ads on craigslist. Party tonight. Resolutions: Sing in the shower like I used to. Wear sexy underwear when I'm not planning on being naked for a boy. Get straight A's...or at least B+'s. Read erotica more often, then write a sexy, short story of my own. Travel to another country.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

094. Very Merry

Christmas went well. I love seeing my family and everyone again. Happy holidays, all. :)

Monday, December 18, 2006

093. Study Date and Morning Sex

I'm talking to this kid I knew in high school because I know I'll be back in Georgia for a week or so and I want to get together. All of a sudden, he starts apologizing for standing me up for a study date. I don't even remember this, but he's telling me how terrible he feels and how sorry he is about it. I tell him, I don't remember, but he's forgiven. Wow, he says, you must have blocked out all the bad parts. ?! Then he wants to go out to a show and dinner while I'm home. And as long as I show up, he doesn't care what we do. Then he brings up his new girlfriend (Who is gorgeous! How did he land that one?). I'd love to just grab drinks with the kid and leave it at that, but the kid doesn't drink much and has the tolerence of a freshman girl. But he is the sort of kid that you'd think would be an alcoholic by this point. It's weird. He weirds me out. In other news, I went on a date with Hot Henry. We walked around the city and grabbed dessert from a local bakery. Then we went back to his place and there was much sexings. He leant me one of his T-shirts to wear to bed and I fell asleep in his arms. It was neat. I'd never "slept" with anyone before, besides family. Then there was morning sex, and that was neat too. We had breakfast, and he drove me to work. I like him. :)

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

092. Soup's On

Ugh, I'm still angry with the two of them, but at least I've calmed down now. I think they were very selfish and immature. We'll see. They may be willing to compromise once the two messiest people are out of the house. I cooked today. Cooking makes me happy.

Monday, December 11, 2006

091. Community

Honestly, I don't think it is too much to ask someone to take half an hour of one day of the week out of their schedule to do the dishes, wipe the table and take out the trash. And one week every six weeks to bring the trash to the curb and mop, if necessary. It is an absolutely ridiculous excuse to say, "well I'm not here half the time, I shouldn't have to do the same work as someone else who is." No, sweetheart, it doesn't work like that. You are living in a community of six people, and everyone needs to chip in. Now, we've gone easy on you because you did all the cleaning for three months—but this has been something like six that you haven't mopped or swept or anything. You tell me that you still do the dishes, well fine, then this will have you do them far less often. This is a community. We are a family. And whether we like it or not, you are a part of it.

Sunday, December 3, 2006

090. Ba-Dum

Hmm. I have a crush.

Saturday, December 2, 2006

089. I kept my pants on

Henry was supposed to be a harmless fling, but now I'm not so sure. I was jealous—but I get jealous easy—when he was dancing with another girl. I played the game right back and danced with Aaron (who gave me a lap dance, haha!). Then Callie and Ryan (who Catherine had match-made that evening to quite a success) made a bet that we couldn't last half-an-hour without kissing. So, I don't kiss him. I grind and dance, but I don't kiss him. Callie won that bet. :) Later, we went upstairs and kissed. Really kissed. It was nice. Really nice. He tells me I'm beautiful, I have gorgeous eyes. We stopped kissing and talked for something like forty minutes. We went out on the roof. It was cold and he put his arm around me. We were sober by then. Mostly. At least, I wasn't a drunken harlot. Earlier, I told him no, and he listened. He told Catherine that he wants to visit me at work. We'll see. He's very handsome.

Friday, December 1, 2006

088. Backstreet's Back

Party tonight. We're having a 90's theme. That'll be fun. I need to clean my room, it's a mess. Working on my internship paper now. Want to get the bulk done tonight so I can focus on the portfolio. Fun times.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

087. Wish List

1) Make a post (public, friends, filtered, etc) to your LJ. The post should contain your list of 10 holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fun ("I'd love a Hermione icon that's just for me") to medium ("I wish for _____ on DVD") to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/TV.") The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want. 2) If you wish for real possible things, make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) could get in touch with you. 3) Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ, or link to this post (it'll be public) so that the holiday joy will spread. 4) Surf around your friendslist (or friends friends, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list. And now here's the important part: 5) If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. Sometimes someone's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use--or even know where you could get someone's dream purebred Basset Hound for free--do it. You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf--to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not--it's your call. There are no rules with this project, no guarantees, and no strings attached. Just...wish, and it might come true. Give, and you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special. The Wish List 1. A love poem 2. An icon with tap-dancing penguins with my lj name on it 3. A piece of artwork 4. Movie passes 5. A stuffed animal named Gigi 6. Expensive Chocolate 7. Bath items 8. 18" Gold chain for my communion necklace--I've outgrown the current one. 9. A paper journal 10. Macromedia Flash Professional and/or Adobe Photoshop code I look forward to seeing lists on my friends page. :) leighannlaw (at) gmail.com

086. Luau

I never wrote about November 18. We went to a Hawaiian party. It was mostly boring, so Catherine, Katie and I left before midnight. We could have taken public transportation, but ultimately decided to walk instead. And that's when our night really began. We met a girl on the street and walked her home. She was a sweet, little lesbian freshman, and in retrospect I feel a little dirty for making out with her. What should have taken half an hour took two and a half, and we can't remember most of it, but the photoes sure fill in the details. At the mostly boring party, we had drank whatever was put in front of us. Jello shots, flavored alcohol, beer and strange fruity concoctions. It was only our friends, so why not? We clammored down the stairs, through the lobby and onto the street. Somehow, we crossed a major road and climbed through the construction site separating us from the sidewalk, which we decided we had to get to. I still have a nasty, yellow bruise on my hip from crashing into something. A concrete divider, maybe. I don't know how we survived the overpass, but we eventually made it safely home and hell, half dressed and with flowers in our hair, into our beds. Catherine and I are on good terms. There are only a few weeks left, and I want to cherish them. Thanksgiving was fun. I liked seeing my family. Can't wait for Winter break. We're going to drink again friday. I will keep my pants on. But I will also get completely plastered.

Monday, November 20, 2006

085. Laundry List

Ugh! At least I'll own up to my faults, and I should probably stop doing that. The night before last Catherine came in at around two in the morning, sober, and woke me up. She didn't do it on purpose, and I never thought she did, but it was a little inconsiderate. I had work the next day, and I ended up missing my alarm and getting there an hour and a half late. I was pissed. And I had ten hours to stew about it. There I was at work on only a few hours of sleep, exhausted. I came home and bitched about it. That would have been the end of it, but due to a miscommunication (and there are a lot of these around Catherine), her friend shows up unannounced at our house. Catherine is no where in site, and no one can get a hold of her. Another general pattern. Three of us in the house try our best to entertain him, but this is someone else's guest, and he starts getting nasty with us. It goes on for about twenty minutes before we finally do get a hold of Caroline and he leaves to meet her. Well, I certainly wasn't pleased. I am sick, tired and missing out on $12 of pay. Catherine comes home, and here is where I make my mistake: I call her out in front of her friend. I absolutely wanted to embarrass her, and that was wrong, but I was pissed. We are talking about secret santa and she finds out that we are including significant others. I never saw a problem with it, because these kids are our friends and long-term dating our housemantes. I can see why she is upset: She is leaving next semester and wants one last group bonding. Im not into this whole group bonding, and frankly I think its silly that she is so focused on it that now she says she can't be involved because she'll taint it. And dropping out with no explaination won't? No matter what, you are fucking this nice thing up because you can't get over one, last group bonding thing. Yeah, I understand why you want it to be just us, but I think you are pitching a fit when you could just let it slide. Yes, half the house has a significant other and you wish you did to, get over it. So I told her, "you're in no place to negotiate, you know," and I call her out about waking me up. She calls me rude for embarrassing her in front of her friend, and I wish I could take the words back. It did it to be mean, and I still feel like she deserved it, but I know I fucked up. So then I was stuck downstairs while she and her friend laugh. The hours pass, and I can't go to bed because the two of them are in our room and now I am in no place to negotiate. I can't win the argument, if there is one, because no matter what she will twist it around. Shes good at that. So my perfectly legitimate reason for being upset becomes…nothing. "Leighann, I don'tknow what will set you off!" True, but I let so goddamn much slide. Then, I own up to my behaviour. I admit that I hurt my friends. I admit that I will yell at the people I am closer to quicker. Whoops. Shouldn't have said that. She starts in on this psychoanalystic bullshit asking me why I thought I did that. Asking me for a grocery list of things that bother me. No one can do that! And she is certainly not one to be psychoanalyzing. I let things build up, and then I yell, but it's not really personal. I'm angry with her for growing abroad. I'm angry she leaves a mess after I clean for someone to look at the house to take her place. But the first thing I won't mention, because I know she wants this more than anything…even though she dind't realize that until a week ago. And then there is the toothbrush incident. Apparently, I really insulted her when I asked, "Hey, Cath, you know this toothbrush is mine, right?" What else was I supposed to think? My brush was wet even though I didn't use it. I wasn't really disgusted, and it wasn't really a big deal, more of a curiosity. Our toothbrushes look really close, and hers won't get used for a couple days. Was I supposed to assume that it was some toothbrush phantom? I find out last night she was really insulted. "I thought we were close enough friends that you'd know I'd never do that." What? I wasn't grossed out or anything, I mean yeah, it's gross, but not that big of a deal. Apparently it was for her. But what was I supposed to think? Then she pulls the friendship card. "It's things like this…that you can get angry about me waking you up when I never get angry about you waking me up, or that you'd think I'd use your toothbrush, that makes me question how much you really value our friendship." … Sweetheart, if you are questioning our friendship, that’s all on your shoulders, not mine. I was angry at you. You woke me up when I was sick and needed sleep. Should I have snapped at you and embarrassed you? No. I was wrong to do that. But don't assume that this means the end of our friendship. I get over my anger really quickly, and you should know that by now. If you need to question our friendship, then clearly there is something else that you're not talking about. It's too late to persue it any further. She won. I'm the psychobitch. I poured my heart out to explain myself, and she starts in with those psychoanalytical questions, and I am not going there. Everyone has a mean streak. I can admit to mine, but I am certainly not going to attack you for yours. Don't bring up my faults if you aren't prepared to bring up your own. I didn't say anything, but sweetie, there's a whole laundry list.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

084. Sweet

I saw a couple today holding hands. It was real sweet, and I thought to myself, "The look happy. I'm happy." And I am. For all the self destruction and games, I am happy. Baked the psycho a birthday cake today. She's turning twenty. He favorite cake is devil's food. Couldn't get a hold of her today, tried to track down her boyfriend to let him know that we have cake and yummyness for her when she gets home, so he should steer her our way before taking her to his apartment for her birthday spanks. He wouldn't pick up, so I left a message. >:)

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

083. Lucy, you've got some 'splaining to do!

I don't feel dirty or regretful, just a little sad that it was all a one night stand. I mean, it was nice. It was sloppy and drunk, but it was nice. My housemates remember more than I do. I can't do this to myself anymore. But I'm going to. I'll say I won't party next Friday, but I will, and I'll get trashed, and I'll find a new boy to kiss, but maybe not everything, and then I'll sleep until noon the next day. And I think it'll be worth it. I think that scares me a little. I've gotten so good at telling lies, I think I've started telling them to myself. And I believe me.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

082. Grounded

I went to work today for the first time in a month and a half. A couple of my bosses are gone, and there are new kids. One girl thought I was new, until Sam called me over to his register to do a return. Hah, it was cute. It's weird being back. This are different, but thier just the same. I missed my coworkers. They're...people. They're reliable because they're people, and we know how we act and that's how it is. I felt grounded. And when I got home that night, I curled up and slept.

Friday, November 10, 2006

081. Eleven eleven

Half my night is missing. We had a party, and I drank way too much. I remember bits and pieces until I am upstairs kissing a pretty boy and kissing becomes everything and I remember his hand grabbing my ass, but it wasn't disrespectful because it was just us. And it hurt, but it was so good. I don't think I'll ever see him again.

Wednesday, November 8, 2006

080. Fucked over

Weee! Getting fucked over by roommates is fun! After a month (A month!) of trying to decide, wishy-washy Catherine has decided to go abroad next semester leaving me without a roommate and the house without two shares of the rent. Okay. Fine. Jay does the nice thing and offers me his room and he'll even pay the difference between our rent. What's wrong with that, you say? 1. $100/month is a lot to pay for someone else. 2. His room smells bad. It's dirty and disgusting. 3. I don't want to owe him or anyone else that favor. I will not be in debt. So, my other option? Room with a stranger. Yay. Maybe we can move around the furniture so that I get one of the rooms and the stranger another, but still, it's a fine mess. I will have to approve of anyone who comes to the house, and I'm worried that won't happen. We have a lovely habit of making decisions with one or two people rather than the entire household. Catherine didn't originally want to go abroad next semester. Someone changed her mind. Gee. I'm pissed. But, hey, I can't complain. Jay did make the noble gesture, and this is a one time opportunity for Catherine. Oh, wait...she was going to go abroad fall semester, too. And our Spring Break plans are fucked up too. Hurrah!

Monday, November 6, 2006

079. A Cocaine Minivan

Catherine and I spent our entire afternoon in East Boston. It was the most terrifying, incredible adventure we've had yet. I asked her if she'd come with me to get a DVD player off craigslist, so at 2 o' clock, off we went to East Boston. We took the Green Line, transferred to the Blue Line, and got off at Maverick, as hopstop instructed. We were fine until then. I pulled out the directions I wrote down from hopstop and we began walking…and walking…and walking. "It's the next block, I promise. Look! A church. We're in a safe neighborhood." "Look! An empty lot and two juvenile delinquents. We are going to DIE, Leighann." "Of course not. What does that sign say?" It was not the next block. In fact, the next block was a dead end at the waterfront. Catherine was beginning to get cranky. "Look! A police car!" "Yeah, they can come rescue us when we are GANG RAPED." Catherine carries on like this, pointing out broken bottles and Honda civics to my "Look! A mom with a stroller. This is clearly a family neighborhood" and "Oh! A minivan! Minivans mean safety." "Unless it's a COCAINE minivan." We caught up to the police officers and I asked them for directions, and it turned out we missed our street. I had reversed the directions some how and thought it was six blocks when it was actually only one. So….off we went back to the street we needed. We get there, after passing a boarded up fire department, a funeral home, several churches, playgrounds and at least three empty lots. The apartment is decent looking, and the guy lets us upstairs. Well, this guy is about 35 years old, not bad looking, but not terribly handsome. His wife, on the other hand, is GORGEOUS, silent and about 18 years old. We made the deal, I got my DVD player, and the guy gave us directions to the T that was about three blocks away as opposed to ten. Catherine gives me a look, and we set off. I carry the player, it was light, and we hopped on the T home. I wonder if she was a mail-order bride? Anyway, we got home safely with our almost new, wonderful, working DVD player, and it was good.

078. I have a craigslist boyfriend

That's a lie, but two of my girlfriends and I made personal ads on craigslist. We each got about twenty responses: It was hilarious. There were some really cute guys, but most of them were...a little weird. I chatted with a few on AIM, haha. Nice guys. Today I am gonna go pick up my craigslist DVD player with Catherine. I went to take some money out of my bank account and realized it's quite empty. Nonetheless, that DVD player is mine. And I will be working at the museum again because I have no monies. No partying this weekend. I was a good girl, and I am saving up for next weekend when we have our last big party of the semester. Fun times.

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

077. Halloween

Everything ended up okay for Callie. The city had no evidence, so all she got was $100 court fee and no black mark on her name. Happy Halloween, all. I'm going to bed. My uterus feels like it's trying to claw its way out my vagina so it can crawl into a corner and die.

Friday, October 27, 2006

076. Happy Halloween

Weeeeeeeee! I'm drunk and dressed like a construction worker from the village people. Yay! Good halloween, even though Callie got arrested...because she was being beligerent to the police offercers (4 of them) and not because she was impersonating a cop. After she got taken away (me and Susan hid and Jay watched like a sad puppy) I approached the police offercer and asked what happened and if she got arrested for impersonating a cop. Nope. She was just giving the cops A hard time and wouldn't put down her booze. So, it's $40 to bail her out. Susan and Jay went to got eat, and then bail her out (feel the love) and I went home to like Catherine in because she and two of our firnends were life outside the house with no way in. good times.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

075. Ugly Girl

I feel ugly.

074. Clean

I hate him. I hate him. And I want you all the understand the magnitude of that statement. I spent four hours cleaning and doing laundry today, and I am not done yet. I am mentally and physically exhausted. And I need to study for my midterm tomorrow. I spoke to the city today about our violation to see what that is about. Tuns out it is our landlords responsibility. But while I was chatting with the officer, he told me how our property is a mess. I know it is a mess, but to hear it from someone else? Why can't people just pick up after themselves? Why do they have to fucking freeride? I just want a clean house. Not spotless, but clean. I don't even mind clutter. But I don't have the time to clean it. I didn't have the time today but I did it anyway because I just can't take it. Two weeks, it was a mess. And tonight, it will be a mess again. I shouldn't have to clean the common areas. Everyone should pitch in. But no one does. Especially not Jay. He's a self-absorbed, selfish, irresponsible prick who won't clean up after himself let alone pitch in because, hell, it doesn't bother him. Who lives like that? We are in a situation where there are six people living in the house. You have to pitch in. Especially when you only have three classes and no job because 20-hours a week of office work was too much, but I could work 30 hours and five classes? He has the most freetime and the least responsibility. And I'm the only one who will stand up to him. But he doesn't respect me. So it doesn't even matter. I hate him.

073. Clean House

Today is a cleaning and studying day.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

072. Sexy Haiku's

My Canadian friend IMed me: write me a sexy haiku. You mean about tree sex? I asked. tiny mirrors drop the sky lights up, shivering it was never love It's the first thing I've written in months, Meghan. And that makes me a little sad. Three posts in a day. Clearly, I am procrastinating.

071. MIT Party, continued

This was the most fantastically horrible party we went to. Oh, man. It was back in September, and the lot of us went expecting smart, hot undergrads. What we got were smart, ugly MIT alums who still work at MIT and have no job prospects. Ewwww. And most of them were married and in thier thirties. It was so weird. What was worse, though, was that they all lied about thier marital status when we first talked to them. WTF? Catherine was talking to this guy who was really into her, they were flirting, but as soon as his wife walked into the room, ZAM! His arm flew away from her shoulder, his other hand came out of his pocket and, BAM! there was a wedding ring on it. What skeezeballs. I met a hot, gay Italian man named Marco, though. And I put his number in my cell phone twice. Haha. This is where I first met Al. Ugh. He wasn't even very attractive. I don't even like thinking about him anymore. Bastard. Talked to my mom about it over the phone. I still can't believe he called me a slut. Men are assholes.

070. Domino's Pizza

reminded me of a story from a while ago. Lauren invited us to an MIT party across the river. We needed to take the bus there, so the lot of us went to the stop and waited. We were very very drunk after an hour and a half of pregaming. We waited. And waited. "I really have to pee. Like, really badly." "Go use the alley." "No, I'm a girl!" "So? There are leaves." There's a pause. "I have to pee, too." "Where's the bus?" At this point, the boys decided they need to pee, so they go use the alley. Catherine and I still really have to pee. "Do you think we could go ask one of the stores?" "No one's open." "Domino's is open." The guys returned, but the bus still isn't here. We looked at the sign and realized it comes onlyonce an hour. "We're going to Domino's to use the restoom." "You're going to miss the bus." "I don't care." So I grab Catherine and we head up the hill to Domino's where there is one girl working the counter. "Hi. Can we use your restroom. It's a female emergency." "Both of you?" "Yeah, we live together so we're on the same schedule. We'll go in together, so we'll be fast." The girl looks at her manager, shrugs and tells him it's a female emergency, and lets us run to the back of the store to use the employee bathroom. It was awesome. Thank you, Domino's. Your pizza may taste like crap, but you win for customer service. Oh, and we did miss the bus, so we ended up taking a cab. At the party, we got free alcohol, but I don't think it was supposed to be free. Those crazy MIT kids...

Monday, October 23, 2006

069. Study!

Study, study, study. I am so behind. Waking up an an obscenely early hour tomorrow to do some reading, then off to work, then back for more reaing before class. Best halloween costume ideas ever. Maybe I'll post a picture or two or me and my girlfriends. Maybe. :)

Saturday, October 21, 2006

068. Weee!

Weeee! I'm drunk and it's fun! Catherine's computer is mooing me, and I am totally not imagining this. It was a good time tonight. :)

Friday, October 20, 2006

067. Tequila

We're getting Tequila tonight. I want to drink...I really want to drink, but I have to get up early the next day. Ugh. Yelled at Jay yesterday about the messes in the kitchen. Our house is disgusting, and I am tired of it. He said he'd try harder. We'll see. ...I want to drink tonight!

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

066. Luck

I am behind on classwork. Skippedone class today to work on the readings for another. Then, this afternoon, I'll be coercing my friends into helping me with another project. Wish me luck.

Monday, October 16, 2006

065. Do you have a card?

Catherine got a business card from this guy who came to our party Friday. She's going to call him tonight to see what happens. the poor girl is so nervous, she asked me to pretend to be her and do it for her. hah! it's like a TV sitcom. I said no, but I'll be there for moral support...and entertainment. He's an assistant vice president to this huge firm and he's rich. That's fun. ETA: Catherine asked me again to call him for her, and I said yes this time. She shooed me into the stairwell and ran away so she wouldn't have to listen. I got his voicemail and didn't leave a message, but when I went into the other room to tell her what happened, I told her that he picked up and started asking me weird questions, like "What are you wearing right now?" The look on her face was pricesless.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

064. Success

The party was a huge success. It was amazing: People were lining up down the block to get in. We almost got busted by the cops three times. Thank God Jay was outside and told them, "Yeah, we're all leaving, this party is over." Somehow, a group of girls and one gay guy got into a kissing contest to see how many people we could kiss. I think I came in second with 20 people. I kissed Scott and his girlfriend and way too many people. I kissed Jay, and he said I was a bad kisser. But we also have absolutely no chemistry, and we're housemates, so….he's a dirty liar. Scott and his girlfriend said I was a good kisser. Hah. I gave Charlie his first real kiss, too. I don't think it really counts, but he's such a sweetheart--and cute, too! If he weren't so shy with women, I'd love to date him. Catherine and I took the first shift collecting money and directing people into the back yard. Some guys in a van honked at us, one guy shouted "Wow!" as he drove by, and I think we got a whistle. Eek! I made out with Al, though. That was a huge mistake. I'm not really interested in him, I just knew he'd be easy. He's such a freak, so that is never happening again. First, he shushes me as we kiss and strokes my hair. Really creepy. Really, really creepy. Then he asks, "Do you do this with all the guys?" WHAT? No, I tell him. The he says, "We're moving too fast. I don't even know you." Oh, I say. Okay. And that ended it. We were kissing. That's all I wanted to do. Ugh. And he lied to me about having a girlfriend. That boy is banned from our house. I danced with Aaron, though. Haha. Aaron tells me, "Leighann, I love dancing with you because we are not attracted to each other at all and it is completely guilt-free!" Oh, Aaron.

Friday, October 13, 2006

063. We'll go out the back and hide in the bushes

The Halloween party is tomorrow. We had a "meeting" with the boys downstairs so we could figure out when they're buying the booze, what we're having, and where we're running if the cops come. It's gonna be huge. I'm excited, though. Lots of pretty, pretty men are coming. :)

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

062. Settled

I spoke to Catherine this morning before I left for class and told her how I felt when she shreiked and laughed like that, and how it just isn't cool for her to share personal information when she asks private questions in public. At first she tried to tell me I was overreacting, but I stopped her there and told her that I *never* get upset over things, so when I am this upset, it must really bother me. She started to listen then, and we worked it out. It feels nice to work things out. There was yelling, but it was the good sort. And I am glad it's settled.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

061. Kiss Me

Is it really that weird that I learned to kiss by kissing an orange? Or that my girlfriends and I practiced on each other? I thought most girls did. All it takes is one chick to say "EWWW!" and all of a sudden you're a freak. It boggles me how she can ask questions about, what's this like? How does that feel? But the moment I say something that I think is kinda funny now, she is scandelized. I'm gonna have a talk with her in the morning. I tolerated her asking personal questions in front of male housemates (Did Steve make you orgasm? When was the last time you orgasmed? Um...why did you leave your KY on the bathroom counter?), but I will not tolerate her making something innocent out to be something disgusting. Cause, you know, I can name dozens of girls who practiced kissing on pillows, hands, dolls and ice pops. Why is an orange horribly disgusting? We read about it in a magazine. Just because you didn't practice on your friends doesn't make it wrong. And if you are going to sit there and tell me anything relating to my sexuality is disgusting--because that's what you're doing when you ask me these questions and cry out at me answers--then I won't play along anymore. I am not a slut. And I can't respect you if that's all you think I am.

060. Delicious French Fries

Last night was the first night I went to bed sober in four days. It was an insane weekend, to say the least. On Friday, a huge group of our friends stopped by and we played Truth or Dare Jenga and Battle of the Sexes, both as drinking games. Sandra was drinking very quickly, and she started passing out and shivering. The poor girl had about the same amount as me, but it hit her hard and we think she was bordering on alcohol poisoning, so while everyone else went out, Derrick, Beau and I kept an eye on her and made sure another heavily intoxicated friend got home safely. Derrick was sober, and Beau was getting there, but I was very, very drunk, and I don't know how much help I was except to make sure they didn't call an ambulance (we live minutes away from the hospital, and a cab is quicker and $500 cheaper). Then Derrick started to turn to me for decision-making? It was weird, and way not cool. He's the RA trained in this shit, I just wanted to look out for my friend. Beau and I flagged down a cab and dragged our friend into it. We got to the hospital and I tried to fill out paperwork. Then Derrick finally took over and I collapsed into the waiting room and tried to think about happy things, like boys and booze. An hour later, I was throwing up in the hospital bathroom, and Beau got me a cab to go home. Saturday, we celebrated Jen's birthday at a nice restaurant. It was loads of fun. That evening we went to a "CEOs and Office Hoes" party. I danced with so many boys, and at one point I think I was a Leighann sandwich between two hot Asian boys. Sunday night we went out again to go clubbing, but that was a disaster. The cover charge was way too much, so we went to Mickey D's and ordered off the dollar menu (while drunk, mind you). I bet it was quite the scene, but man, were those french fries delicious. We went to some kid's birthday party, but that turned out to be a bust. So we went home, and I hurt my ankle. I broke out the prescription strength aspirin, which in retrospect was a horrible idea. In non alcohol related news, I have a crush on my housemate, which is another HORRIBLE idea.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

059. Ba-dump

I went out partying last night and only just now discovered the horrendous, purple welts on my back and arms. Yikes. More updates and a recap soon. I owe it to you, and there is a lot to talk about.

Saturday, September 2, 2006

058. IHOP

Catherine wanted to go to IHOP tonight, so I invited Leslie, and then Phil and Ashley joined us, and then Sandra, and it was the most amazing time any of us ever had. We took the bus there and walked over this sketchy high way to get to it. The place was near empty in the middle of this vacant parking lot, but, man, it was gooood eatin'. I even got a kid's sundae made the size of a normal sundae! I split it with Lynne. Going back, we waited an hour for the bus and started playing charades. Oh, it was so fun. Once we got back, we played Grand Theft Auto. I called Alvin to take care of rent and he stopped by (we quickly hid the booze) and I showed him the light fixtures that need to be replaced. He's such a nice guy. A little while later, we decided to go to Shaw's and I bought a pillow for $5. Hee. I'm in such a happy mood. Oh, and Lauren is being very civil. She's on my nice list right now. It's very pleasant.

Friday, September 1, 2006

057. Hobo Cart

Some other time, I'll go back and fill in those empty days. My week was long and tiring. I have work again tomorrow. But today Catherine and me went to Target and found a nice futon for $50. The trouble was: we had no way to get it home. So, we ran around to U-haul, Home Depot, and wherever else we could think of to try to rent a truck, but you needed a reservation. Finally, I called a cab and we took the box apart so it fit in the trunk and got it home. Then I sat down and set it up. I hope that means when we go separate ways, it's mine. I don't want to go to work tomorrow. Blegh. Last night Catherine and I couldn't sleep, so we looked on craigslist for free stuff. We found a few listings that were about a mile away (we didn't realize that at the time, of course, we thought it was a few blocks). So, three-o-clock in the morning, we went dumpster diving. We found a hobo's shopping cart and pushed it the mile to the houses where the free stuff was. We found nice rugs for our room (palm trees and monkeys!) and Catherine found a good wood chair to use for her desk. Then, I found a bag of almost brand-new shoes all in Catherine's size. It was awesome. We abandoned the hobo cart and carried the rugs and everything home to wash them. This morning we washed the house like whoa. Our rooms look amazing.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

056. Foodshopping!

No update, too tired from work and foodshopping.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

055. Plunk on a Drane!

I had a long airport day today, getting to Hartsfield at noon. I said goodbye to the parents, went through security...and waited, waited, waited. Our plane was delayed due to mechanical problems, and then the reps realized it was overbooked. They asked for volunteers, and I got up to put my name on the list. When I went back to my seat, some girl had stolen it and proceeded to take up both of the outlets for her phone and laptop. I scowled, and so did a few other people around her who realized the little witch stole my seat. So wandered around, sat down near the garbage pail and watched a dvd for a little while. Chatted for a second or two with some other passengers, and then I got up to find a real seat--the ground was making my bum go numb. I found the one seat anywhere and asked the lady if it was taken. YES! She shouted angrily and pointed to the purse she put on it. Oh, I said, and turned around. Jesus...she didn't have to yell at me. I found another seat and watched some news for a while when they called my name. I went up to the podium and BAM! They gave me a free round trip and an upgrade to first class if I went on the flight that was leaving in an hour. Happily, I skipped to the new terminal, found a new seat, and waited for my first class seat. Heee. They serve free cockatails, so I had wine, and it was 11% alcohol, and I drank the bottle (two glasses), and I was a weeeee bit tipsy the entire flight. What? A bit of turbulence? Thaaat's okay. What, we're going to crash in a fiery ball of death? Weeeeee! Flying intoxicated rocks.

Friday, August 25, 2006

054. Snazzy!

I have a new suitfor my interview Wednesday. Still havent called work. Today was long. And I think a raccoon died in my ceiling to top it off. Dale the painter got here at 9:30 and painted allll day. I hid away in my room after I got home shopping because if I went downstairs he'd try to make conversation, and I really wasn't in the mood. So...I got nothing done today. Go team!

Thursday, August 24, 2006

053. But...but...Pluto?

Pluto is no longer considered a planet. That makes me sad. Now they want to fix all the science books ever but... Why aren't we learning and using the metric system yet? If you're gonna make us call Pluto a dwarf something or another...can't we at least switch to the metric system too? And I liked the new not-planets we discovered like Ceres. I'm all about the Greek mythology.

052. Rawr.

Nothing to say today. I made a poodle skirt using clearance material from Wal-mart. It's cute. I'm wearing it to a costume party in two weeks. Got an interview with Radio Disney. Now I need to figure how to get off of work. Hmm... I really need to quit. I have two hours of uncompensated travel time and I make $8/hr. I asked for a raise. I've been waiting for a promotion. I am one of the top workers there. :( I don't want to quit, but travel time is way, way too far. I get paid for 8 hours of work when I am out for 11.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

051. Magic Frogs

I have Magic Frog pajama pants, and it is wonderful. :) I need money, though. :(

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

050. What would you do for a Klondike Bar?

What would you do if you saw an avalanche tumbling down from the mountainous horizon, and you could run, but unfortunately, behind you is a giant moat of unfriendly sharks? Disaster straight ahead with Lauren, the psycho, who is a paranoid entitlement bitch with borderline OCD who always thinks about what people owe her, and God help you if you are one. Our electric bill is obscenely high, even for the summer, and she's been running her own personal AC. Now, if she were a generally nice girl with money issues, it would be one thing. "Hey, Lauren, our bill is really high. Make sure you keep your AC off when you're not in the room, and don't put the temperature lower than 78. Thanks!" But, no, she thinks the world is out to get her as it is and that she deserves everything she haves even though mommy and daddy pay for everything. I'm being harsh...but the bill is about $80 higher than it has been, and that is taking the hot weather into consideration. I can't believe I'm upset as I am over this, but I think it is a breaking point. Deep breaths, Leigh. I went to Wal-Mart today to buy material for warm pajamas so I won't freeze this year, and then I came home and applied for internships.

Monday, August 21, 2006

049. ...and I am poor.

Unfortunately, there was no light up speculum. But the doctor was real nice. He wasn't my usual, and this is the first male doctor I've had since I was 11. He was real informative about exactly what he was doing and what each test looked for and how it would work. Fuck! I forgot to get my precription for antibiotics. I'll have to call in. After I left, I bought eggplant for cheap and made parmasagn...can't spell today. It will be tasty. :] Went out and met Kyle at the cafe near the grocery. Chatted. He's so good looking. Maybe I'm just perpetually horny at this time of the month. According to my book on hormones, day eleven is your testosterone peak, and it's day eight. Hmmm... Heika, the annoying neighbor from down the street, stopped by with her daughter for "payback" for my little brother's boy scout funraisers. I told her to come back later because no one was home...and I am poor.

048. And then my vagina said...

Kyle ended up staying at church for longer than he expected, and I made plans with Alex when I didn't hear from him. We stayed up talking until almost TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING at a coffee shop. It was nice. I wish I knew him sooner, but I know him now, and that's cool. Talking. Until two in the morning. Just talking. My vagina was saying, "Hey...hey...what's this? Intellectual conversation? Fuck that. He's hot." He's a good kid. I like him. Now I have a gyno appointment and it's so early I want to go back to bed but no. And my vagina is like, "Well...will there at least be the light-up speculum? If not, I'm going home. You go without me, sweetheart." So, a question for men: Intellectual conversation that goes on until an obscenely late hour = he wants in my pants?

Sunday, August 20, 2006

047. ...or amoral.

Mmmm...Kyle got really hot since he went to college. I want to see him before he leaves again. We're supposed to go for coffee, but the rain is nasty out. He's gonna call later. I wonder if he's single--or amoral. Visited the grandparents today, ate too much food and cake. Now I'm relaxing and hoping my computers battery doesn't die.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

046. Snakes on a Plane...in my pants!

I saw Snakes on a Plane with my dad just now. Oh, it's all kinds of awesome. See it now. :} Made another purse today for the Grandmother. Embroidered "Going to Market" on the side. It's cute, and useful. I'm quite the crafty little witch. And witty, too. Heee…snakes on crack on a plane…heee.

Friday, August 18, 2006

045. Quick, Robin, to the Batmobile!

Leave Leigh at home with th car keys and what does she do? Burn things? No. She drives to Wal-Mart to buy fabric and makes a purse. It's a lovely purse, too. With magical frogs on the lining. (They are wearing witch hats and have wands and spiders!) That's what I did all day. I sewed. And watched Kyle XY, which is a terrible, terrible TV series. I don't recommend it at all. It's awful. I may have watched some Mythbusters and Dirty Jobs, too. Which are wonderful and educational shows. I do recommend them. Tomorow, I think I'll sew some more. I think I have fabric in my closet. Picked up an assload of books from the library, too. None of the kids I knew from high school are home...I'm so very bored. Matt might be home. I'll call him tomorrow, I think. I don't know if I have his number. Maybe he'll want to see Snakes on a Plane with me. (WHo wouldn't?) The sister is doing well at college. She might join a sorority. I know she'll do well.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

044. Leggo my Eggo

Megan knocked some sense into me and I called Rich and told him the truth. Well, most of it. I told him what he needed to know and why I've been a flake for the past month and that I can't be in any sort of relationship right now. He was okay, but I think I bruised his ego some. He still wants to be friends, which is cool. We'll see what happens.

043. It hurts

The sister left for college today. Our parents drove her into the city and got her all set up. I think she's gonna do well. Dad exploded at her though. It's heart-wrenching. The poor kid made a little mistake and, BAM! Dad went berserk. I heard the story second hand, and man…it makes me feel horrible. Sissy is the queen of indecision. She makes poor choices and waits for someone else to clean them up, or else hope for the best. But she's still a kid. We all know that this is how she is, just like I am how I am, and our dad is crabby like he is. But to yell at her on her first day at college? WHAT THE FUCK, DAD? It makes me feel all angry and hurt because she's my sister and I know she is a stupid twit who makes poor choices, and I'm aloud to yell at her when she tells me she didn't use protection when she cheated with her ex boyfriend and she thinks she might be pregnant because she hasn't gotten her period yet (Oh, yeah, I'm still steaming over that scare), but who in their right mind YELLS AT A KID when they are moving in to college and nervous as hell to begin with and don't know what they want to do with their life or if they're in the right place to start with? Dad is brilliant, but he's a real asshole. He acts like a complete baby and takes out his anger at his own problems by yelling at the sister and me for stupid shit. I just can't believe he yelled at her and made her cry. It hurts.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

042. First Class gets free cocktails? Sweet.

I started bawling at the airport because I felt so shitty and I was there four hours in advance, and the nice sevice rep gave me a free upgrade to first class. :) I had to wait downstairs because I was 20 minutes too early to check my bag, and the first rep told me to just cut the line, but when I came back, the line was HUGE. Probably 100+ people. So I looked for a rep who was walking around and saw no one, found a security guard to see if he'd escort me to the front so I wouldn't get yelled at by disgruntled customers...he wouldn't even let me finish talking, and I just started bawling. Flying sick is not fun to begin with. So I wandered around, trying to compose myself, when I found the elite line with only one person in it. Stood there, tried to clean up my makeup, and finaly spoke to a rep. I explained the situation, and started tearing up again. Said, "it's been a long week." She agreed, checked my bag, gave me tissues, and whispered, "I gave you a complimentary upgrade." :) :) :) I never fy first class, because really, I'm small enough that coach is comfortable. But man, these were like luxery recliners, and we got offered rinks alllll the time. And! We got 75c bags of chips insto f the little itty bags of goldfish. I got home to Atlanta and waited some more for my bags...which never came...because they sent themon a earlier flight and they were sitting on the other end of baggage claim in a small, secure pile. Took bag, went home, and slept. Today, the sister girl and I went shopping. Spent $150 on groceries and presents for our dd, and I bought clothes at the mall. New jeans to replace the ones that broke during hot, lesbian sex, and a couple of shirts. Also got coffee at a cafe, only to later realize how dumb it was to get hot coffee instead of iced like my more intelligent sister. Came home, cooked dinner, made dirt pie for dad, sang birthday well-wishes and watched TV until coming upstairs to crash. Feeling much better, but still have slight temperature. The sister leaves for college tomorrow. Yikes!

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

041. :(

Feel like shit. Flying home tonight.

Monday, August 14, 2006

040. Very Exciting.

Didn't sleep well last night, but it's okay. Jay's friends were over, and so was Eric and his friends, so the house was filled with cute boys and beer, yay! We watched Ferris Beuler, Back to the Future, and played beer pong. Shannon got soo drunk, it was hilarious. Unfortunately, Leighann got no ass last night. She did, however, fall asleep in Sara's dish chair because there were no beds or couches left. Erin was asleep in my bed after studying for her final, so I didn't wake her. Work was insane today, though. The customers were dreadful. *beats them up* I think I am gonna apply for an assload of interships for the fall and try to get a paid one and make moneys and gain experience. Retail is nice, but my pay is horrible and I have not yet been promoted. :( Not much else left to say. Jay just walked through the den without his shirt dragging a large bag. It may have a body in it. Oh, new housemate! His name is Scott and he seems great. Very exciting.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

039. Pretty boys and cigarettes.

Too intoxicated to update. Weee! Pretty boys and cigarettes!

Saturday, August 12, 2006

038. Nekkid time!

Haha, I just woke up like 20 minutes ago. *dances in pajamas*

Friday, August 11, 2006

037. Are you achin'?

Today is the Luau, Olé! We decorated the apartment, and it looks fantastic. There are fish on the windows with wavy water and flowers on the wall and Christmas lights and "Beware: Sharks" signs. It looks professional, almost. Catherine and I ran down to the party store and bought leis and beach balls. Jay made this horribly amazing punch that was half vodka, half sprite, and koolaid mix. We got so wasted. So, so, so wasted. The theme was a hit, and we danced in our bathing suits and it was wonderful. Michael is totally not interested. Oh well. The new school year is starting soon.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

036. It was a gay penis

Today was another long day at work, and all I wanted to do was curl up in bed, but Sandra had her friend from home over, and she, the friend, Catherine and I all went out clubbing. Oh! Catherine is here! Her internship in DC is over and she is back with us and there is much joy and rejoicing. We went to Avalon, but it was closed, so we found another club that let us in. It ended up being gay night, which was fantastic, but I got shot down twice by two gay guys. So, I put my accent on thick and pretended to be an oblivious Southern gal, which got me dancing with another boy who asked, "Do you come here often?" "No, I'm from Georgia." "Oh, me and my friends come here often." Oh, hilarity. We took a rest and then met this couple who would dance with us, and Sandra and Catherine got the best gay lap dances of their lives. "I…I…had a penis in my face. A gay penis." That made the whole night worth it. We went home and crashed, and it was good.

Wednesday, August 9, 2006

035. My key is permenantly lodged in the lock. DO you think the burglers will notice?

Excruciating day at work...but I got my points removed with a doctor's note. And they said the real world is nothing like high school. Puh. Came home and my key is permenantly lodged in our front door. Four of us tried to get it out, and four of us failed. I called the landlord, and were using the bolt in the meantime. We told Lauren about it and of course she had to go try it herself. Came back up, "Yep, that key is deinately stuck in there." As if our words werent good enough. I told her, "Yeah, four of us tried to get it out, and none of us could." But she doens't listen. She needed companionship today though. Apparently she was crying earlier. Stuck herself to the lot of us. I disappeared upstairs. Bwah ha ha. We watched 30 days. Neat show. An Atheist woman was staying with a Christian family. The Christian husband had a satan beard, and I really wanted him to stroke it and go, "MWAH HA HA HA." But he didn't. I was terribly disapointed.

Tuesday, August 8, 2006

034. In retrospect, that was a terrible, terrible idea

Woke up fine this morning, but by the time I got to work, I was achey all over. Went into the break room and sat down. Ended up going to the clinic and then home. Never going to the clinic EVER again. Got treated shitty by the clerk and the doctor. The nurses were sweet, but the doctor was an asshole. I tried to give him as much information as possible, how we had strep going around the house and one of my housemates had mono. He says: You weren't kissing your housemate, were you? UGH. I need to find a real doctor around here. The nurses at the clinic are wonderful, but the doctors.--except for the little, old British man--are assholes. Got home, slept until 7. Decided I wanted milk tea, went to catch the T, completely missed it and the driver wouldn't stop to let me on, walked to CVS instead and got TheraFlu. Going to bed. I can't miss work again.

Monday, August 7, 2006

033. Boozin' it up

Still a little sick, tired, and I have to get up at nine tomorrow. So what am I gonna do? Drink with Callie who just got back from Florida! I missed her, and were making screwdrivers, and the whole house is celebrating. I'm glad to have her back. :)

032. "Your Grandmother Sent You a Person?"

Ugh, I'm so achy-tired-yuck. I don't think I have a fever anymore, but I hurt so much and I am so tired that I'm too restless to sleep. Note to self: joking about killing a housemate is not as funny as one would think, even when talking about creative methods of murder, such as toasters in bathtubs, painkillers in fruitjuice or radioactive microwaves. I took off from work again today. Whatver, I'll take the point. I'm just so....I want to fall over and fall asleep. Lauren has the portable DVD player in her room. I want it so I can watch a movie in my room...but she's not home. Boo. She conveniently didnt tell me that it belongs to the entire house when I dropped it off in her room, so it has lived in her room for the past couple months. We need to vote her out of the house, real world style. It's a little ridunkulous. Everyone is pissed at her, and its just going to escalate. Megan, not a housemate, suggested that we corner her and kick her out. I'm waiting for her to go psycho on us so we have valid grounds. Just...drive her crazy so she makes her own decision. It'd be better that way. The thing is...she has so many friends, and none of them realize the crazy that is Lauren. They all adore her, but they don't live with her. Something will happen. It'll work out. It's rainy-gross today, but at least it's chilly rather than hot. I'm all wrapped up in my afghan. Yay! Random aside: When I told Jay about my afghan he asked, "Your grandmother sent you a person?"

Sunday, August 6, 2006

031. Sick, Blargh

I called in sick to work today. Just don't feel well, and knowing that I would have six days of work in a row rather than three or four made me feel even more stressed. My throat was sore this morning, so I could have the bug going around the house, but I think I'm just not well from not taking care of myself. Hopefully, I'll feel better tomorrow. The party Friday night was all right. Nothing big, just a group of us at Holly's apartment dancing, drinking and smoking. Most of the house left early, and Jay and I left at around one. There wasn't very good music, though the company was nice. My grandma made me an afghan. It's gorgeous with strips like a sunset. I wrapped myelf in it and watched Secondhand Lions on tv this morning. That's a cute movie. TBS is showing Shanghai Noon tonight, but they're advertising it like Brokeback Mountain. Haha, oh, TBS. I'm gonna go relax, maybe take a nap.

Saturday, August 5, 2006

030. Long day.

What a long day at work. I got home about an hour ago, ate some Chinese, and now I am ready to crash. Ugh.

Friday, August 4, 2006

Thursday, August 3, 2006

028. Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?

Long, long day at work, and someone is using my vegetable oil and milk. Hmmm... I will have to investigate this. The heat wave breaks tomorrow. A big ol' thunderstorm is rumbling through.

Wednesday, August 2, 2006

Meme: 41 Things You Never Think to Ask

I stole this meme from 1. Have you ever been searched by the cops? Never. 2. Do you close your eyes on roller coasters? Yes, I do. And I love rollercoasters. 3. When's the last time you've been sledding? Freshman year of college, in a parking lot on contraband lunch trays. 4. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone? I like sleeping by myself, and with someone. I like sleeping with my friends better than by myself. 5. Do you believe in ghosts? I plead the fifth. 6. Do you consider yourself creative? I think so. 7. Do you think O.J. killed his wife? Yes. 8. Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie? Angelina Jolie. She's hot. 9. Do you stay friends with your ex's? Eh, I try, but my relationships don't last very long, so there is little to lose. I'll be civil, but...unless we were friends before, you can't build a friendship off that. 10. Do you know how to play poker? Yes. And I'm good at it, too. 11. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? Oh, yes. A few times. I'm a fan of, "Oh, it's not due until the end of the semester? Nice. Ladeda...shiiiiiit! Thats tomorrow!" 12. What's your favorite commercial? The Yaris commercials. I love a lot of commercials, though. I like to watch them and see what the advertisers do well and what they do wrong. 13. What are you allergic to? Bees, bugs and bread mold. 14. If you're driving in the middle of the night, and no one is around do you run red lights? Yes. And I make left turns on red. 15. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you? Sometimes, but they usually don't last as secrets very long. I can keep anyone else's secrets, but not my own. Except for a select few. But, yeah, I drink...and I talk...a lot. 16. Boston Red Sox or New York Yankees? Red Sox, duh. 17. Have you ever been Ice Skating? Yes. I can move forward and backward and do various turn-y things. 18. How often do you remember your dreams? Quite often. But if I don't record them, they fade away to deja vu. 19. When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? Watched the Chappelle Show with Kurt and Paulisha at work. 20. Can you name 5 songs by The Beatles? Help! Eleanor Rigby Yellow Submarine Twist and Shout The Birthday Song 21. What's the one thing on your mind now? I really want sex...where's my man-servent? 22. Do you believe in love at first sight? Nope. 23. Do you know who Ghetto-ass barbie is? Yes! 24. Do you always wear your seat belt? Absolutely, unless I am in a taxi. 25 what cell service do you use? Cingular. 26. Do you like Sushi? Yes, but I'm a fan of the fake sort, so I don't know if that counts. I like the real ones, too, but there's something delectable about processed crab meat. 27. Have you ever narrowly avoided a fatal accident? Yes, I think so. I almost got hit by a subway car once. It was inches away from my back when I was waiting on the curb. 28. What do you wear to bed? Nothing. No, that's a lie. I life with six people, so I where my bra and panties. 29. Been caught stealing? No. 30. what shoe size do you have? 6 American 31. Do you truly hate anyone? No, it's a waste of energy. But there are people I strongly dislike. 32. Classic Rock or Rap? Classic Rock...but you can dance to rap. I change my answer: Rap. 33. If you could sleep with one famous person, who would it be? Shakira. She's really hot. And I'm listening to her now. Or Heath Ledger, because he's the Joker and he's a gay cowboy AND a knight. 34. Are you a virgin No 35. Have you ever sang in front of the mirror? Yes. With a hairbrush microphone. Hairbrushes are versatile. 36. What food do you find disgusting? Peas. Ick. 37. Do you sing in the shower? At home I do because I can put the radio up. Here, I don't have a radio in the bathroom. I should put one there, though. 38. Did you ever play, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours"? No... 39. Have you ever made fun of your friends behind their back? Yes. And I'm going to hell for it. 40. Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly knew? Yes. 41. Have you ever been punched in the face? No, but I've been hit with a soccer ball, car door and shelves.

027. State of Emergency

The mayor declared a state of emergency in Boston. Temperatures are reaching the nineties, and in some areas, breaking 100*F. It's insane. To anyone else experiencing this heat wave, if you have any elderly neighbors or relatives, remember to check up on them every once and a while. And drink lots of water. Or booze. No, booze dehydrates, nevermind. It's been a long couple days at the store. Kurt and I are battling head to head to win the add-on contest. It's a lot of fun. I'm so exhuasted, though. It's just way, way too hot.

Tuesday, August 1, 2006

026. Anybody home?

I feel like I haven't seen my housemates in ages, even though I just saw Shannon downstairs. There are seven of us in the house, but two are gone for the week, one just returned, one is holed away sick, one works and goes to school, and the last is out with his girlfriend. We cross paths but it's like an instant, or a moment to share breakfast and then, whoosh, off we go. It's funny, too, how comfortable you can get with people. I have conversations with Shannon while wearing only a bra and pants. Jay walks around the house in his pink towel. Callie belches in the middleof conversations. Oh, apartment life. I really do love my roommates, even though I have issues with a particular psychopath. It's all part of the experience, though.

Monday, July 31, 2006

025. Money, Money, Money

I feel much better about the rent issue. Checks deposited, awaiting just two more, and my landlord isn't coming until Friday. =) When the new housemates come in, I will make it clear from the start that I need the checks in my hand the week before the first, even if I don't deposit them until the last of the month. Paid Jay and Lauren for various utilities. My checkbook is looking pretty thing now. Haha. I watched Rabbit Proof Fence today on IFC. Very, very cool movie. The actress playing Molly is very good. I recommend it. Gonna relax tonight, maybe write some fiction. We shall see.

Sunday, July 30, 2006

024. Warriors, Come Out to Plaaaaay!

Last night, the apartment went to a Warriors party. We made our own gang: The Accountant Killaz. We all wore white shirts, jeans, ties and markered "AK" on the backs of our hands. We were very threatening. The party was fantastic--we could challenge any gang we wanted (the Randoms, the Day Lilies, etc) to a fight: Dance-offs, coloring contests, twister, flip-cup, thumb wrestling... I won a coloring contest because, even drunk, I can color inside the lines. W-2! It was a great theme. The Accountant Killaz won some sort of award for our mad skillz and we got water toys for playing and pummeling. I also said no to two propositions. Go me, I'm not a floozy. I still have my tattoos on the backs of my hands. Haha, that was fun to have at work today. After a hugely long day at work, Kurt drove me home, and I gave him the grand tour of the house. More Lauren drama, unfortunately. Last night I made dinner and put my dishes in the sink. She went psycho and told me to clean them before I left. Fine, I took the path of least resistance and cleaned all the dishes, leaving only the pots to soak. "Leighann...why are these pots in the sink." "Because they can't go in the dish washer and they need to soak." *draws marker tattoo on self* "Oh. Can you clean them before you leave." "...Okay." I marched into Jay's room, pitched a fit, finished my damn tattoos, and marched back out. Lauren is already cleaning the dishes, even though she is "sick," and she is slamming them down on the counter. "Can you put these away." "Of course..." Psychobitch. You know damn well that I would have been true to my word and cleaned them the next day because unlink you, I will clean because it is the right thing to do, and I won't martyr myself. There were five pots in the sink, and one of them was mine. I would have happily cleaned all of them TOMORROW WHEN I WAS SOBER. And, even if I didn't, someone else eventually would have WITHOUT COMPLAINING ABOUT "BUT IT'S NOT MY DISHES!!!!" Ugh. She makes me so angry.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

023. Booze

No update because I was drunk and in a gang. The ACCOUNTANT KILLAZ! W-2!

Friday, July 28, 2006

022. Positively Nasty

It was positively nasty outside tonight. The sky went dark, and the rain came down in sheets. It's finally subsided, and tomorrow should be nice out. The lightening storm was terrifying, though. I chilled today, did laundry, watched the 10th Kingdom with Lauren and relazed some more. It was very, very hot inside the house. The rent problem is slowly resolving itself. Once I get everyone's checks in and cool down, I am going to explain that I need the checks in advance, even if I don't deposit them for a week. It's security. And really, there shouldn't be any issue with handing me a piece of paper. Callie left me a note before she went home. She thanked me for going with her to the hospital. It was really sweet. I hope she comes back to the house soon. It's so empty without her. Party tomorrow. Rich's ex will be there. Blargh. Irresponsibly, I'm throwing caution to the wind. If she tattles on me? Well, I sabotaged myself, and she still will look like the bitch. Besides, Rich knows I'm "just having fun."

021. After Laundry

I'm gonna get fucked over for rent, hurrah! Excuse me while I go beat up my housemates. Instead of covering for one housemate, I am now covering for three. I don't have that kind of money in my account. Me? Angry? Just a little. I will destroy them all. After I do my laundry.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

020. A Leighann-Day

I woke up at six this morning to get to work. The Body World exhibit came in today. I thought I had a strong stomach, but seeing all those bodies...it was really unsettling. I wanted to throw up, but I couldn't. At the same time, it is utterly fascinating. I worked on setting up the gift shop. That was an adventure. The BW lady is a psychopath, but we all ahd to smile and nod, and when she is gone, we'll make the store look a lot better. Leslie flaked out on going to the mall today. She felt sick, so I hope she feels better. I decided to go anyway, and I treated myself to a great pair of red ballet shoes, new sneaks, two shirts, and dinner at the Cheesecake Factory. I enjoyed my evening, and when I came home, there was alcohol to be had! But...it was a little lame. There was only four of us. Jay's girlfriend went to bed, and no one else was home. We played beer pong, then Lauren came home, gave us the death stare, complained about our music, glared at us some more, huffed, and disappeared into her room. We tried to be quiet, and eventually we went up to the roof and hung out, mostly gossiping and whatnot. I haven't returned Rich's phone call yet, not really. Tomorrow is a Leighann-Day, and I will enjoy it.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

019. Doctor, Doctor

Callie needed to go to the hospital last night. She's fine now, drugged up on the couch. Around five in the morning, she knocks on my door and scares me out of sleep. At first, I thought she was a man, and I was mumbling something about, "What are you doing?" as I tried to cover up my panties (and a good thing I wore them last night, too). When I realized it was her, I finally heard her say, "Leighann, can you take me to the hospital?" My mind clicked there, and I put on my jeans and searched for my stuff. Callie called a cab and I sat with her on the porch. We went to the hospital, and she was the only one there for a long time. They hooked her up to an IV and did whatever doctors do in the ER (Unfortunately, there was no doctor House, nor a doctor McDreamy. There was, however, a cute intern at the front desk.). I read about how to cut down your costs at the grocery, compliments of the May issue of Women's Day. They let me go sit with her in the room, and I think I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up and ther was a doctor and he shook my hand ("Wa…I'm just the housemate…?"). He wrote Callie some prescriptions, vaguely told her to get a follow-up, and sent us both away. Politely. We got home at around 8:30, I called work and told them I wouldn't be coming in today, and then I went back to bed.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

018. On Call

Apparently, "on call" does not mean "sit by your phone, but otherwise sleep in that day." Rather, it means, "Call us about an hour or so before your shift and see if you need to come in." Oops. My boss called me and told me she needed me in that very minute. An hour and a half later (45 m train ride), I wandered in and saved the day. Work went quickly, but I wish I could have slept longer. Oh well. Not much to update. I'm going to go make hot dogs and think about the party this weekend. Yay.

Monday, July 24, 2006

017. Birth

Callie and I just watched Birth with Nicole Kidman, which is the most disturbing movie ever to be made. I just...I want to purge it from my memory. Nothing is resolved and the characters are insane and it's like, "Ahhhhhh! What is going on!" The little boy is a very good actor. Eesh, creepy. In other news, work is horribly boring and long, but at least I am making moneys. I need to call Rich back and make plans for this week. Blegh. I don't really want to do anything. Why can't he just ask, "Leighann, want to screw?" To which I will reply, "Why, yes, I do."

Sunday, July 23, 2006

016. Kicked Out, but Worth It!

You know you're never truly great friends with someone until you three-way kiss her with a gay man and then do the Walk of Shame home from her place. Oh, yes, last night was fantastic. Leslie finally came out with us, and we went to another facebook party. The entire apartment, save for Lauren, went out, First we went down the street, but we quickly realized that we were the party there and left because it was boring and Shannon found a better place. The new party was packed with kids from our college, but we didn't know any of them. I met Aaron, the chauvinist, who is really kinda cute, except that he hates women. There was Baron, who is a photo-journalist and a very nice kid. Then, there was also Jerrod, who is beautiful and gay, but has respect for the vagina. He is a man Leslie and I decided to kiss, and we ended up putting on quite a show on the balcony. I rather liked him. I went inside and danced for a long time after that with a cute Asian guy and a pretty blonde girl. I must have a thing for blonds. It was incredible. I love to dance, especially like that. I remember thinking, "It's like sex on the dance floor!" I think that's a line from a movie. Even Shannon danced with us for a while. Finally, the Asian guy asked me and the other girl if we wanted to go to his place next door. I'm proud of myself for saying, "No, I can't leave this party." We still ended up in the bathroom making out. Yeah, we got kicked out of the party for that. Whoops. I ran to the porch and called Leslie before they kicked me out, but the other two kids were sent home, and I think the blonde chick actually had a girlfriend at the party who was not pleased. Jerrod was outside, and we hung out there for a little while. It rained, so we all got soaked, until Jerrod pulled out his snazzy umbrella. Leslie had gone next door to see her friends there and I went to go see her. We decided it was time to go, as everyone else from the apartment already left, and took a cab back to her place, during which we had a very colorful conversation (in a funny, cheerful way) with the driver when Leslie exclaimed, "That was my first Black Man," referring to a boy she had made out with. Originally, we were going to come back to the apartment, but it was late, we were tired, and there were cartoons on the TV, so we gossiped and watched Inuyasha (sp?) until dawn and then went to bed. The next morning afternoon, I got dressed and took the T back here to the house. It was a good night.

Saturday, July 22, 2006

015. Whoo!

No update tonight because I am drinking! Yay!

Friday, July 21, 2006

014. Street Music

Today, after a fun date with Rich, I gave my phone number to a cute street musician. I'm a bad person who needs to figure out how to end it with Rich. I'm just not into him anymore, not if he lets me walk all over him. It's not attractive. The street musician is a boy I know from school. I've seen him around, so I scrounged around for some change and walked up to him. We chatted for a bit, I went back by the T to wait for my train. Then we keep looking at each other, and he played a Britney Spears song. It made me laugh, and he grinned, so when my train arrived, I found a scrap of paper, wrote down my number with my name and dropped it in his guitar case before I left. I wonder if he'll call. It'll be interesting, to say the least.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

013. Rain, Rain, Go Away

A big ol' tropial rainstorm is headed toward Boston. I hope it strikes tonight so tomorrow will be clear and beautiful for the beach. If not, it won't be too bad either. Rich is meeting me in the city, and if the weather is bad, we'll just come back here for thunderstorm sex movies and popcorn until the afternoon. Then Leslie is coming over and I'm taking her to see a laser show, and it will be awesome. Work was long today, but not too bad. I watched part of "The Elegant Universe" during my break, and I think I grew a few braincells. After my break, though, I had the most horrid guests. The little old lady was adorable, if talkative and senile, but the mother and daughter were two true pains-in-the-ass. They couldn't make a decision. Finally, they bought some of the expensive pieces, and man, do I wish I got commision on the jewelry I sell. Especially after that spectacle. I want to look at this. Can you change the chain on this? How much is that? Can we look at it? Oh that's too expensive, but I want to see it again. What do you think, daughter? My writing is less than eloquent tonight, so I am going to bed.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

012. T'under and Light'ning

I forgot to write about our escapade last night. Callie and I found a seller through craigslist and I called him. Over the phone, we agreed that we would pick it up that night, and he would drop the price down to $60. Or so I thought. So we sat on the porch waiting for Callie's friend from work to get off so he could drive us to this kids house in Cambridge. Then, it starts to lightening. No rain, just terrifying, purple lightening of DEATH. Callie and I stand at the corner waiting for Mike, and the lightening keeps lighting up the sky. Callie turns to me, "Leighann, I think God hates us." "He's punihsing us for making fun of Lauren behind her back." "Let's stop doing that." "Okay." The air is thick and heavy; it feels charged, like it will snap at any moment. I keep thinking about how, in case of a thunder storm, one of the safest places to be is inside a metal box or cage, like a car or train car. It makes an electro-magnetic feild that prevents the electricity in a lightening bolt from striking anyone inside, even if they touch the metal. Unfortunately, this will not protect you from a live wire. Finally, Mike pulls up and we get it. We head out on our way to this kids place, get lost, find where we are, and turn onto his street. I look for my phone so I can call him, but I can't find it. I left it on my bed. "It's okay, we'll just tell him we couldn't call because it died." We get to the place and there are not one or two doorbells, but SIX. "Which one do we choose?" "I don't know. You said he had an accent?" "Yeah, he sounded Indian." "There's a Chinese guy. Did he sound Chinese?" "Maybe..." "Let's try it." "Hi, this is Leighann. I'm here about the Air Conditioner. I might have the wrong apartment..." Fortunately, we chose the right bell, and the guy comes downstairs with the AC, which he hands over to Mike who falls backwards into a wall. "You said you were going to call first." "I'm sorry, did I interrupt sex?" "She left her phone at home. We're sorry." I count out the sixty dollars in front of him (it was a lot of singles), then he says, "Sixty? No, no, I won't go lower than seventy-five." My jaw drops. Did we not agree to lower the price? Then it clicks: He said, "Yeah, okay," awful fast. He didn't listen to me at all, or didn't understand me, and now he thinks I am trying to swindle him. So I launch into save-face girl and start, "I'm am so sorry for the misunderstanding. I thought we agreed...," while Callie scrounges up the other $15. We load the AC into Mike's car and drive home. In the rain. We also decided that after that night, Callie and I would never touch the AC ever again.

011. Gah-Nats

I left work early today. It's beautiful out, but I'm inside being sick. Yuck. When I arrived home, our garbage was surrounded by a cloud of gnats. It was disgusting. All I wanted to do was lie on the couch and die with a bottle of pepto bismal, but no. I bought some Raid from the market a couple blocks away and went at them, scrubbed the pail, put borox on the bottom, and then attacked the floors and kitchen with a bottle of bleach and a mop. When Lauren got home, she helped. After last night, Callie and I vowed to be nice to her and to stop making mean comments behind her back. She really is a pleasant girl, Lauren, when she's not...you know. Lauren and Jay put the A.C. in the window while Callie and I did the "OMG ITS GONNA FALL WE ARE NOT INVOLVED" dance. They got it in without incident. I had a bowl of soup, and now I am going to take a nap.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

010. AC Drama

We found an AC to be picked up tonight. If you can't laugh at life, what can you do? :)

009. Screech...squick....boom!

Callie and I were fixing the A.C. in the window when screech...screech...squick!...CRASH. It fell out of the window. Jay and Callie had just moved it downstairs that afternoon from where it was collecting dust in my room. When I saw, and I saw how they covered the hole in the window with cardboard, I said, "Oh! I have those little side-things upstairs!" I ran up and got them, and Callie and I got to work fitting them on the A.C. Things were going perfectly until we decided to shift it back into the window. It was horrifying, like a kitten being beaten to death. My elbow and knee bashed into the wall as I tried to grab for it--Thank God I didn't go out the window with the machine! The plug yanked completly out of the unit, leaving a live wire that almost electrocuted us in the puddle we were standing in. Callie and I ran outside to see the damage--the unit was less than two feet away from a car it could have hit! It was not going back in our window. The two of us dragged it to the garbage and trudged upstairs, where even more excitement happened. The life wire shorted our electricity, so Jay was trying to figure out how to fix all that. Finally, his friend Erin got us set up and we have power again. Meanwhile, Steph starts in on how me and Callie are going to get her a new A.C. Oh, no. :( Of course, we're going to get her a new one. But I dont want to hear her bitch about it for the next two months while she's here ( 1. She got the AC free. 2. It was collecting dust in my room. 3. It would have continued to collect dust in my room if I didn't suggest we move it to the living room. 4. She will try to sucj as much money out of Callie and me as she can. ). I hope she goes easy on us. We're looking for stuff in the ads now, but she has got to understand that Callie and I have just as little money as she does, and we'll have to save up. I feel just terrible. And my knee still hurts. I called my dad for his fatherly advice. First, he laughed at me a little, then he offered to pay for the new unit. I refused, but it makes me feel so lucky to know I have a dad like that, who has my back no matter what.

Monday, July 17, 2006

008. Scandal-Free Week?

Kurt drove me home from work today. It was sweet. I like Kurt (in a completely non sexual way); he's a big bear of a guy with a great sense of humor. Hes one of the few kids I like at work. Shannon and I went to the pool today at the gym. That was an exciting experience--Ive never been to the pool before. I had to buy a swim cap, and I felt like an alien in it. Haha. But I still remembered how to do the breast stroke, and swimming was really nice. We walked home, and I bought bubble bath at the grovery store. Most of the house is out tonight. They went to Asian Dan's for a little party. I decided to stay in and eat a grilled cheese sandwich, because I have work tomorrow, and I am alcohol-celibate for another week. We had our own party this weekend. It turned into a great 80's dance party. All us girls sang and danced, and it was loads of fun. More work tomorrow. Perhaps this will be a scandal-free week.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

007. Penny on the Train Tracks

I think the most ironic thing about my third weekend error is that I didn't really suspect sabotage until after I confronted Lauren. Lauren is a sweet girl—slightly psychopathic, but a sweet girl. Last Sunday, when the house was drinking, Aaron and his friend Michael came over. We had gone to dinner earlier that evening, and Michael just hit it off with everyone. He's funny, intelligent and extremely hot. I started flirting before I had my first shot. Sometime around shot #5, Lauren comes home and exclaims: "I NEED ALCOHOL!" She's had a crazy evening too, and just needs to unwind. I'm leaning flirtasiouslyon Michael, Aaron is sitting across from us, and Callie is on the other end of the couch. Lauren plops down by us, starts flirting with Michael, and brings up my previous weekend adventures. "Oh! Do they know??!!" Yes, they did—Aaron had been a witness, and I had been bemoaning the situation all night. But I left out certain details, Lauren, and I am really drunk, and this is not dinnertime conversation. "Yeah, yeah, it's okay," I said, thinking I can still save face. Lauren launches into a gushing frenzy about the lesbian sex. I change the topic as quickly as I can, and Lauren eventually leaves, deciding that one shot was enough. Yes, folks, Lauren was sober. Aaron leaves, giving me a wink and a nudge and a hint that Michael was into me, Callie Michael and me end up on the roof, Callie leaves, Michael and I chat, we head downstairs, I help him set up the sofabed, we go to sleep…in our separate rooms. The next day, I confronted Lauren and told her how not cool bringing up my infidelity was. She says, "But you said it was okay!" I was drunk, Lauren. Reaaaallly drunk. We all were. Except you. She goes on about how she thought we were only on our first shots, blah blah blah, "Leighann, it really sounds like you are accusing me," blah blah. Actually, I just thought Lauren lacked tact and had a severe case of verbal diarrhea. I did not think she sabotaged me until she jumped down my throat about accusing her. I talked to Callie later that day and she agreed: Lauren did that on purpose. It was painfully obvious how much I was crushing over Michael, and she put a penny on the train tracks. But it's okay. I'm still talking to him. He's really cute.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

006. Raincheck

Yesterday, Samantha never showed up, but I'm okay with it. I waited at the train stop for about 20 minutes before I called. She said she was on her way...but she might have to give me a raincheck. There's been a medical emergency, she said. It's a long story. Okay, I said. That's fine--and it really was. I told her to go take care of herself, and then I walked home. I don't know exactly what it is, but I have a feeling it's some mental thing. When Leslie came over that night, I told her, and she noted that I should be careful--I don't want to get involved in something like that. I agree, and whatever happens, happens. Leslie and my girls' night in turned out fantastically. We watched movies, indulged in pizza and popcorn, and had a great night. The apartment is so hot, we had my pathetic little fan set up in the downstairs window. Tonight, I'll tell you all about my third weekend error: Michael.

Friday, July 14, 2006

005. One-Week Alcohol Celibacy

Ugh. My one-week alcohol celibacy ended last night at around midnight, and now my stomach feels like a bowling ball is spinning around inside it. I've never been this sick before. Stay away from the booze, kids, especially when it comes from a questionable source.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

004. Laundry Room Sex

I have a date today with the woman I cheated with on my not-quite-boyfriend. That makes me sound like a horrible person, but let me explain. Last Saturday, at Amy's party, I met a girl named Samantha, and we hit it off. She's gorgeous, and we started dancing, which led to kissing, which led to disappearing into the laundry room for fantastic sex. I was horribly drunk, but I really liked her, and we changed numbers. A bit later I am on the fire escape with my housemate when Amy sticks her head out the window: "Leighann! I am so glad you are being mature about this! I can't believe Emily did that! She is being so immature!" I was confused. Amy explains that Emily has been telling everyone at the party what a bitch I am for taking her boyfriend, and she called him and gave him a play-by-play of my and Samantha's little scene. Uh-oh. That was two-for-three that weekend, and the next day I had to call the not-quite-boyfriend and explain myself. Rich was surprisenly okay with it, and I think that's what confused me the most. He said he wasn't sure if he was allowed to be upset, because we never really defined what we were. He was frustrated and upset, but he wasn't angry. I wanted him to be angry. I really wanted him to be angry. I wanted him to scream at me and yell--I cheated on him. I betrayed him. Would it have been any different if it was a guy? Rich said no, but I don't believe that. I think any attraction I had for Rich disappeared that evening. We decided that "We're friends, who make out...a lot." He told me he wasn't emotionally ready for sex with me yet, he wanted to get to know me better. Then we had sex anyway. I'm going to end it soon, though. And I feel kind of sad about that.

003. Three-For-Three

Women are far better at kissing than men. Men kiss fine enough, but women enjoy it. Women think, "What would I like?" and then do that. Men think, "Ooh, boobies, yay!" Of course, some people may argue otherwise, and they are more than welcome to, but the best kisses I have ever experienced have all been from women. I went to a party last Friday, drank far too much and had the time of my life. This was the first error in my three-for-three weekend. One of my roommates actually found out about the party through facebook, and after a good hour of "pre-gaming," we stumbled through Boston to the apartment where the party was. The night started out slow, and a few of our housemates left, complaining about the lack of men. I think at that point, I announced, "It's okay, there are plenty of women!" I met a girl named Amy and we danced for hours—she ended up inviting us to her place the next night for another party. She left, and I danced with other men and women until I found my friends again and we lounged outside on the porch. I thought aloud how much I liked Amy, and I think that's when I came out to my housemates. "Oh, by the way," I said, "I'm bi." One girl: "Oh, really? That's cool. How long have you known?" "Um, since seventh grade." Guy: "I never would have thought that." "The short hair didn't give it away?" Girl: "No, hehe!" We had stolen Tequila shots a little while later, and wandered home. It was a good night.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

002. First Love, First Kiss

In sixth grade, I fell in love with a boy named Chris. He was blond-haired, handsome and just a little chubby. But I liked him, and he liked me. After all, I was brown-haired, cute and just a little chubby. He was my first kiss. We dated for three weeks, and he gave me a bracelet with my name on it. I still have the bracelet, but I'm not sure where it is. I threw it out a window once because I was ashamed that I ever liked him. My mom found it in the garden the next day and quietly placed it back in my jewelry box. She never asked why it was in the garden, and I never told her. I moved in ninth grade, and Chris moved a little while later. I don't know where he is now, but I hope he is as happy as I imagine him to be. His lips were chapped when we kissed, but it was nice.

001. Wild Week

My name is Leigh, I am twenty years old and in the past week I have managed to fuck up two friendships, make three more and lose my virginity to a boy I don't love. What can I say? It's been a wild week.