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Things gone wrong

November 4, 2009 · Leave a Comment

This semester is the worst. I feel like I’m not safe even at home. Certainly can’t trust my friends anymore. Who is to say that this won’t happen to me again? I’ve been trying to write Fall Break as something that doesn’t matter or not as bad: I went to a birthday party, got my hair cut, took my GRE and got crap scores. And somehow in all this I was taken advantage of. And it does matter. And it is bad.

I feel alone in it all. I know I have friends who support me. And there is David. But I think I’m the only one of my friends (that I still talk to) that this has happened to. And they can only say so much about it. I really appreciate everything but it is always at the back of my mind. Its not going to go away so easily.

Sometimes I think disasters or drama like this is the only times David cares to talk to me. Like he feels obligated to but other than that he won’t go out of his way to contact me. I know he is freaked out about it and wants to be strong for me and doesn’t know quite what to say. I am afraid that what happened will make him not want to be with me after all. That I’m too much trouble or that there is a voice in his head wondering if I’m making it up or not telling the whole story. I’m not sure if any of that is what is really going on but his silence about *everything* *all the time* makes my mind race. I don’t know what he is thinking. I feel like he just mimicked me when I said it wasn’t my fault and such.

Everything is so confusing now and I don’t know what to do. I want to talk about it but I’m afraid David won’t want to hear it. Or that it will drive a wedge further between us because I’m bringing this burden on him. He doesn’t believe in labels and we aren’t dating or something- does he still have an obligation to me? What do I do?

I want it to be New Years. I want him to hold me and for me to hold him. I want to look into his eyes and tell him that I love him, because saying it over the phone doesn’t have the same impact. I want to be with him. I want to show him that I care about him and don’t want to live without him and make him see that we can be together, come what may.

I hope I get that chance.

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White Horse

November 4, 2009 · Leave a Comment

I’m sitting downstairs alone listening to Taylor Swift (don’t ask just blame Kendall) trying to write my Fashion History paper. But I’m failing miserably. All I can do is wait for my phone to vibrate for a text from David. And I’m so pissed at myself for this. David has this power (not that his means to, at least I don’t think so) to drive me crazy and not act like normal.

Its this break he put us on. I can’t fucking stand it. Its probably the most selfish thing he has ever done to me. And I’m probably pretty selfish for saying so but I feel like I’m being strung along. He wanted me to increase communication but I feel like an idiot because I already think about him all day. Now I’m thinking about him all day and waiting by the phone as well. I feel like I put a lot into our relationship. I try to email, text, call, send him mail but none of it is acknowledged or returned. My biggest pet peeve is not having emails returned and he knows this. Am I acting ridiculous for wanting a simple nod in my direction every once in a while?

Breaks are the most ridiculous and worthless things ever. Its just a nice way to break up with someone but still keep them as an option. There are no definite rules and and while you expect the other person to be faithful, parading around with someone you used to sleep with, whether you do anything or not, completely violates trust. Which is what he is doing. Julia pretty much has David in the palm of her hand. And David, for his part, is trying to get the best of both worlds; having Julia around and doing what he pleases, but being “on a break” with me and expecting me to remain faithful. It’s unfair and hypocritical. Every time he lets her stay over it feels like a kick in the face. Does he even think about how it must be in my shoes? What if I were to start letting John or Charlie sleep over on the couch? Well its on the couch so it doesn’t mean anything right?? What if when I go home I sleep over at Matt’s house? I used to before David and I were going out or even sleeping together. In Matt’s bed. Nothing happens because we are just friends and he respects me, so its ok right?? I’m just friends with John and Charlie and Matt now so its innocent now right?

No. Its not. Because when you tell someone you love them there are some things you just don’t do anymore. I may not have been in as long relationships as David but I know that much. And no girl David ever dates will understand Julia. Maybe at first like I did for the first 6 to 10 months of this shit. But if things don’t change, his relationships will always end up like how it is now. Or he will end up with Julia again. I’m not saying I want to have an open relationship, hell no. But he is emotionally cheating on me right now and has been since April at least.

I don’t want to think of anyone going with David but I guess I have to be realistic and stop dreaming. Its just that everything changes when you tell someone you love them and give them every part of you. That should count for something. But maybe it doesn’t.

And my heart really really hurts.

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What I Hate:

September 6, 2009 · Leave a Comment

When people don’t reply to your emails

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To Dave:

September 5, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Just skip to :35 of it

[chorus]
I gotta get too drunk to dream
’cause dreaming only makes me blue
i gotta get too drunk to dream
because i only dream of you

i gotta get too pissed to miss you
or i’ll never get to sleep
i gotta drink wine not to pine for you
and god knows that ain’t cheap

i know you think i’m insane
i know it’s not appealing
but til i’m feeling no pain
guess what i’ll be feeling?

{chorus}

I gotta get too fried to cry,
or i’ll be crying all night long
i gotta get too high to sigh
oh my god where did i go wrong?

So why do i get plastered?
and why am i so lonely?
it’s you, you heartless bastard
you’re my one and only!

[chorus]

i gotta get too pissed to miss you
or i’ll never get to sleep
i gotta drink wine not to pine for you
and god knows that ain’t cheap
and god knows that ain’t cheap!

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The Odd Couple

August 18, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Last night we were walking down the street from Capital Ale and these bum children were giving away Free Kittens!!! So we rescued James Franco and took him home with us:

He immediately attached himself to Jordan and loves to sleep in her arms, awwwwww!

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I Gotta Get Too Drunk to Dream…

August 4, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Ok so I had some really weird, freaky, fucked up dreams last night and I can’t forget them for some reason which is really odd for me:

The first one is really gross. You probably shouldn’t read it. You know how on Jezebel they have these links to videos and whatnot and they say you really shouldn’t read it and you scroll through the comments and people are flipping out about how terrible and scary it is and you get really nervous to watch it? Its like that. So don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Well I dreamt that I had a…parasite thing. I had come back from Africa and this wierd pink worm thing started crawling out from between my toes and it was yards and yards and yards long. The thing is no one around me was freaked out by it but I woke up thinking I was dying.

After I checked my feet just in case I went back to sleep and this next dream is actually pretty ironic, having just dreamt the dream (nightmare) before:

I dreamt I was pregnant with twins. Everyone around me was really jazzed that I was preggers but I didn’t understand why. I was scared out of my mind. I couldn’t remember how many months along I was and I was really embarrassed because how could you know know. And I was reeeaaallly pregnant. Like out to here pregnant. Then I thought I was going into labor but I realized, once we were at the hospital (the birthing ward was also the osteo-whatsit ward- you know people who break bones really bad- and the cardiac surgery ward- go figure) I was faking my labor pains to see how far along I was. So I’m sitting in the chairs with people and I’m really confused b/c people keep saying that the babies are premature and such and I’m like why? I’m not really in labor… And then I look to see who brought me to the hospital while the doctor is checking on the babies and its David and Comrade Jordan Kroll and someone else, I can’t remember. And they were so excited about the fact that I was pregnant (yes even you, Jordan. I told you it was a fucked up dream) but I couldn’t understand why because it didn’t make any sense. And then when the Doctor (who looked like a cross between my family dr and my cardiologist) said everything was ok and that I had a month to go, I started apologizing profusely for the false alarm.

Then David turned to me and said “I’m so glad you are having my babies” and how he was glad I was not in labor prematurely and such. I tried to be like What the fuck David?! You know you don’t want kids! What the hell is going on?! But I couldn’t speak for some reason and just hugged him because I couldn’t understand why this was happening to me and kinda started crying.

When we walked out to the lobby all of my friends were there and were really relieved that everything was ok. I was still crying and I hugged one of my friends, Geoff, who was only in his boxers for some reason. And Rachel and Matthew were there and it was like everyone had known each other for years. And I couldn’t say a word. Its so weird. I wanted to scream but for some reason I couldn’t open my mouth. And then I realized that everyone was talking about the babies like they were the group’s babies. Like we lived all together or something. And then I looked down and I’m in one of that Mexican house dress/muumuu thing I have and am barefoot. And we *do* all live together…in a commune.

And then I started thinking that I wanted the babies too. I felt glad that I had beaten the doctors and had kids before I had to have any surgery. Basically I was having my cake and eating it too. But then the girl from the Giant Checkout line came up to me and was really angry and pissed at me and started yelling “Why are you pregnant? Why didn’t you get an abortion?!” And I tried to explain myself but it wasn’t coming out right. And then I lied to her and said I was putting them up for adoption to shut her up.

I think the thing that creeped me out the most was that it was 1) really real feeling. To the point where I woke up and checked to see if I was really pregnant and 2) that everyone was so excited that I was pregnant and how creepy and weird David was being about it. I kept trying to ask him why he was so happy about it since he had told me (in real life) that he didn’t want kids but he didn’t listen to me.

So that’s my dreams. I’m never going to Africa and I’m- well I’m probs going to have kids, just not right now and I’m not giving it to a commune of my friends to raise…

Also feel free to analyze the themes of my heart surgery that popped up in there.

Ugh- I need to stop eating weird things before I go to bed.

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Walking on the Road to Richmond

July 27, 2009 · Leave a Comment

So I got the ENTIRE tour of Richmond yesterday. Its not so bad really but I did see all the “hip” and “trendy” areas. And I did get to buy really cheap used furniture (desk and chair) for my room so I can finally put that in order. Here’s what I have to say about Richmond: More interesting than Fredericksburg (and useful when shopping for furniture), but probs not live there.

Well. There it is.

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Library Rat

July 20, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Not much going on right now- In the public library working for the museum. I *did* buy a conquistador woodcut (its really big) to hang on the wall (probs outside by the back door, I’m thinking). It looks like its made out of wood but its really foam board. Kathryn and I were driving by this yard sale and I saw him, Senor Ralph (working title), staring at me. He was $5 and will be our oracle/house guard.

Which is good b/c I needed him yesterday!! I’m downstairs yesterday, minding my own business, watching Sense and Sensibility (see how its been? I need my Comrades!!), when someone knocks on the door and rings the bell a bunch of times. I think, oh its Hans and Kendall, but its not. Its this guy that looks vaguely familiar. I open the door but not the screen door (haha) and realize its Kaitlin’s bf. I go “Hey! What’s up?” wondering if he’s looking for her or something. He goes “Hi, Lauren…..do you remember my name?” “Nope” “It’s Michael” I go, “aahh yes, Kaitlin’s boyfriend” He is very oddly dressed. He’s wearing shorts so I can see his creepy, knobby knees. And he’s wearing Crocs that look like those ducky shoes with the rubber bottoms and canvas uppers:

Like these but Green rubber and tan canvas…..in Croc form… He is also wearing a leather knife holster in his belt… I was starting to have flashbacks of living in Destrehan, LA (aka Bayou Rednecks).

Well he invited me to go out somewhere with him and his friends. He said he was “in the neighborhood” and just wanted to see “how we were doing after the party”- I told him that I was going out with one of my friends (truth) in a few min. (lie), so sorry. I was on the porch at this point. I think he wanted me to invite him in but….he had a knife…so no. I said I had just finished cleaning up from the party (since I had only just gotten around to it, haha) and we had had a fun time, right? He said yeah, it was fun. He said he was not in a real “party mood” that night but that it was a good party. I really didn’t know what to say at this point so I nodded. He then offered to pimp me out to one of his friends who is a bassist in a band. I said “Oh but-” and he cut me off and told me that he had taken pictures at the Dead Celeb party (“Oh no, really??” I said but I think he took it to me meaning “Oh boy was I drunk! Haha” I mean’t “What? You creepy creepy MAN!?!”) and had shown them to his friends (What? What? WHY?) and his friend said that I was cute and that he was interested in me or something.. I was finally able to get a word in and said “Well thats nice of you but I don’t think my *boyfriend* would like that very much hahahahaha” This was a slightly hysterical laugh b/c I was so weirded out. He said “Oh well I understand, I’ve just been trying to play cupid lately. Well if you decide that he isn’t really a boyfriend anymore, let me know” (I’m good thanks) I said, “….Ok” He laughed and said that he was trying to hook Jordan and his VB friend up. He said “Yeah your friend, Jordan, was bugging me to give my friend a call. She was going ‘Is he cute? Is he cute? Give him my number! I want to meet him!’ So I texted her a few days ago but didn’t get a response from her so maybe she sobered up and changed her mind or something.” I tried to defend you, dearest Jordan, because his little quote and imitation of your voice did not sound like you whatsoever. I said well she isn’t going to be there for much longer so I’m not sure she’s looking for a Virginia Beach bf right now…” Then he said “Yeah she told me that and I thought it was kinda strange that she would want me to call my friend if she was just going to be there for three weeks. I don’t know. Maybe she’s just looking for a quick fuck. I don’t know” I just gave him a look and said “Mmhmm” I think he finally got that I wanted him to get the hell of my porch (but I was also trying to memorize everything that was happening b/c I knew this was some weird shit that all of the girls would want to hear).

He kept talking though. He was saying that we should all hang out. I said, Oh isn’t Kaitlin in Colorado? He said “yeah she’s gone for two weeks, I’m a bit torn up about that……So…Are you good friend’s with Kaitlin?” I said “Yeah, pretty good.” He said “Oh. Well anytime you want to hang out let me know. I’ll be here. Are you new to the area?” I looked at him for a long moment, trying to figure out what he was getting at “This is going to be my third year here…I go to school here.” “Oh really whats your area of study” and he just started interrogating me. ANd he kept dropping hints that I should hang with his friends and him while Kaitlin is gone. I said “Yeah, we can all hang out when Kaitlin gets back” I think that finally shut him up, that and the fact that I wasn’t really asking him anything back. So he goes: “Well I’ll see you around! Have fun!” or something like that and I went back in and locked the door and he drove off.

At one point he did say that I probs thought it was weird that he showed up like that and I said “Honey, I’ve seen everything. Nothing can surprise me anymore” When in fact I thought this was the reason I kept the door locked even when I was in the house.

Also did I mention I was wearing a muumuu….cuz I was.

Thank God David called 5 min later b/c Kathryn didn’t pick up- I had to tell someone. AS I was telling him about it I realized David wasn’t as concerned as he should have been. I realized I had to clarify ages here: “David, he’s 30- my friend is younger than me!” And then he got it. Because even though we are not minors anymore- he is a million years old and lives with his parents and can’t get a girlfriend his own age.

So that’s what happened to me yesterday.

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Ho Hum Pig’s Bum

July 16, 2009 · 1 Comment

Not much going on. I’m in FredVegas right now and bored bored bored. At least the Library’s WiFi is really fast so I can catch up on my tv shows while researching (looking through old newspapers is only so stimulating).

The new house on Chuck Street is cool. We need to give our estate a name though because it is the kind of magnificent villa that is pretentiously named. Sadly though, I wish to report a loss to our decorations. This morning as I sat reading downstairs, Michael Jackson fell from his window, scaring the shit out of me, and is now laying on the floor next to his dear companion, RPatz, whom Kathryn has neglected and sits crying near the front door, waiting for her to pick him up. He is a nasty little puke and refuses any help from me and insists on throwing things about the room making it impossible for me to clean it up a bit. What a little bitch. I would have Boogles come over and slap some sense into him but I still blame him for allowing the Professor’s (clone’s?) death and refuse to talk to him right now. The jury is still out as to if I will go to meet the real Professor at 5 Below and shell out 5 more dollars for his return as he seems a bit fragile, being a million years old and such. Either that or we will have to hide him for parties. Comrade Jordan, you will have to give me the final word on that: should we retrieve the Professor or look for a new person that is a bit more durable. Also, someone at the party kind of broke poor RPatz’s neck so that might be why his is being such a baby.

In other news, David is being kind of sketchy right now. Or his is mad a me and skulking somewhere. Who knows with that. Not my fault that he decided to go to Austin and stay at his (slightly psychotic) ex-gf’s house with his friends. Um duh, that sounds like a bad idea to me!

All I know is that its a bit lonely over here and I kind of want to buy a fish. A fish would not be a good companion per say, but they don’t talk back and require little work…

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Tappity Tap Tap!

July 6, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Don’t take too long to think about it. Fifteen books you’ve read that will always stick with you. First fifteen you can recall in no more than 15 minutes. Copy the instructions into your own note, and be sure to tag the person who tagged you. Then tag somebody new.

1. On the Road- Jack Kerouac

2. Sophie’s World- Jostein Gaarder

3. Bonk!: The Curious Coupling of Sex and Science- Mary Roach

4.  Calvin and Hobbes- Bill Watterson

5. Little House on the Prairie- Laura Ingles Wilder (Probs Little House on Plum Creek, the most)

6.  Voyage of the Dawn Treader- C.S. Lewis

7. The Gates of Zion- Bodie Theone (Part of a set I inherited from my grandma)

8. Anthem- Ayn Rand

9. Where The Sidewalk Ends- Shel Silverstein

10. Pride and Prejudice- Jane Austen

11. The Poisonwood Bible- Barbara Kingsolver

12. The Sex Lives of Cannibals- J. Maarten Troost

13. The Six Wives of Henry the VIII – Allison Weir

14. House of Leaves- Mark Z. Danielewski (Who Seems like a pompous ass, actually)

15. A Confederacy of Dunces- John Kennedy Toole

Not all of these are my favorites and some are def. from my childhood or school…

Thanks for tapping me, Jordan! I feel so honored haha

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