Other Stuff

Pretty girls aren't allowed to say "Women should be comfortable with their bodies."
I miss hangin' out with Katie and Molly and Gina and Trisha (not at the same time).
Wednesday, I realized I have to "dress up" from my usual self to go shopping or I feel physically uncomfortable.
Clothes shopping makes me feel uncomfortable to some degree anyway.
I think the above is probably a bad thing, but it won't be a problem with credit cards.
I spent $10 for 9 pairs of earrings, $7 on a shirt, and $15 on my first new bra and underwear since last September.
That is more money that I have spent on clothes and jewelry for myself in the whole year since my $50 back to school shopping budget (not including Goodwill, gifts, and hand-me downs).
I have 5 ear piercings.
I don't think it's fair that Matt and I haven't been able to hang out one on one in damn near forever.
I know we're trying to resolve that, but it still sucks.
I think I own his old pogo stick now, but I left in their car after the concert.
I pogo'd 13 times in a row in the parking lot while tailgating.
I don't know how many I have to do in order to fulfill my pogo stick resolution.
I keep filling in Mrs. G on the latest gossip.
I knew mentioning Nick was not a good move, having already dated Dave.
Then, I had a lighter at the concert, specifically for concert waving though.
The Billy Joel/Elton John concert was absolutely phenomenal.
I'll write a full post about it.
There were 3 other GV kids I'm aware of who went independently of us.
I've been getting into really crazy music recently (by my former standards) .
It's awesome.
I've been downloading the complete Modest Mouse discography for 4 days.
I have felt simply alluring since going down the beach.
Although, I have been complimented to an outrageous degree.
(Not that I don't enjoy it...)
I know it's my blog and my whiny emo feelings are supposed to be the focus, but I use the word "I" too much, especially starting sentences.
Hangin' with Jeff later today. Mambo Weekend. Keith's band, Sunday. Nick, Monday. Party Tuesday. Party Wednesday. Brain stops. Future does not exist.
I cannot express how grateful I am to have gotten to know Molly, Stasi, Emily, and Nick, both for how amazing my life is because of them and enjoying the actual act of getting to know someone.
Also, new perspectives on old faces are incredibly interesting.
Next year, I would enjoy fluctuating between normal me, fancy days, sexy days, and themed weeks.
On August 9th, I will not have had an orgasm for 10 months.
I'm pretty sure it won't go that far.
WILL SMITH IS A THEIF (and I had no idea)!
(Sure, it's "sampling," something I entirely support, but still.)
I missed ultrafine black Sharpies.
Nobody but me has posted a blog in the last week.
I know Katie's down the beach, but it makes me self conscious.

Horny Fucking Teenager

I'm tired of waiting, being rational, and a tiny bit jealous that I will not give my virginity to a virgin. Of course, I understand. The most logical part of me says, "There is no especially significant difference between 1 & 2. It should be the decision to have to sex that should be respected and appreciated, not which time it is." This applies not just to my choice to have sex, but whatever partners I choose. I made a list of pros and cons factoring in numerous variables on whether or not to have sex. It's getting harder and harder to rationalize waiting when immensely pleasurable options keep presenting themselves. In the terms of How We Decide, I will react to a dopamine release in anticipation of immediate gratification rather than processing the decision with my frontal cortex. However, one of very many variables is that I realize that I am "not in my normal state" after the breakup with Jimmy, even if I don't consciously feel it. Frankly, nothing much has been normal, and I'm having fun in the chaos.

Aside spawned by that last line: For those I haven't talked to in a while: I have slowly and not accidentally moved away from the group, with a little bit of pushing. I understand my cause of the distance, and I'll come back. Right now, however, I'm very much enjoying the change of scenery.

Clarification of Aside: Above does not apply to Trisha, who I miss.

Excellent Afternoon

Today, Jeff picked me up around 1:30 to go to a bakery where Dana K. works in Bryn Mawr. It's called the Corner Bakery, and we found it will some terrible directions from both Dana and the GPS. However, upon arriving, Jeff got a very delicious brownie, I, root beer, and Dana an M&M cookie. Eventually, Jeff moved on to try their french toast, which was more like a slightly solid pudding of sugar and yummy. Dana had promised her friend she'd visit at the thrift store where she worked, and so we journeyed thus forth. I got a book of fairy tales by Tolstoy, and Jeff got two books of puzzles from NPR's puzzle master, Will Shortz. Leaving the thrift store, we went into an art store, where I stared amazedly and picked up two new ultrafine black Sharpies. Then we left to sit on a bench and complete a few of the puzzles. Jeff then drove Dana to her doctor's appointment, again, after many terrible directions. Jeff and I drove back, talking about people, the future, and the way of things. It was an excellent afternoon.

Unimaginable Morning

Emily U. and I had a most excellent sleepover Sunday into Monday. Smores, Mac n' Cheese, and popcorn preceded my first viewing of The Breakfast Club. Of course, as girls, myself as one who had been out of the loop for a week, gossiped. Unfortunately, I could feel a cold sore coming on and realized that I could not be salacious for a while. This wouldn't matter, except I was supposed to hang out with Nick F. any time after noon. I told him we couldn't be naughty because of my cold sore and asked if he even knew where I lived, but no response. From 2-4 I wandered around GV, consistently changing my destination and begrudging the abominable heat. After I got home at 4 with no response from Nick, I text'd him to ask if he had canceled on account of lip herpes. After a shower to clean off the gunk from walking outside for two hours, I took a nap. I was awoken by a text message from Nick at 6. He had just gotten up, as the Kites had band practice from 8PM to 6AM. We talked about rescheduling. Tuesday, I had reserved for hanging out with Jeff. Wednesday, we were going to Dorney. Thursday, was the Elton John/Billy Joel concert. Friday, Nick had a Dreamtheatre concert. I was at my mom's over the weekend. We elected to sneak out.

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He picked me up in the parking lot of the sale, already high and talking nonstop over a great selection of Queen and the Police. We smoked when we got to our destination, then began walking and talking. It was great conversation straight through the night. Sometimes I would play "don't fall off the curb" or "only take two steps in between the sidewalk lines." At one point, we were chillin' by a lake and there were bullfrogs making a tremendous racket. Some were great maestros of bass, and others with much higher pitched silly sounds. While we were sitting on a hill, the very distant shine of headlights began illuminating the street in front of us, so we jumped up to hide on the edge of the tree line. It wasn't a cop. There were very many sexually tense moments, but we only touched accidentally bumping into each other. He had to be home by 5, so at 3:30 we went to his car to listen to music. It was an absolutely incredible selection from the Police, Deep Purple, Queen, Vanilla Fudge, and then "the CD of cheese." This CD consisted of such cheesy hits as "Never Gonna Give You Up," "Pour Some Sugar On Me," and "I'm So in Love with You." During the last one, we both began singing it jokingly, but then belted it out. For 4 straight seconds, we were in great harmony and it was the most ridiculous sing along I have ever participated in. I tried looking out the sun roof for stars, so Nick tried to catch what I was looking at. He saw the reflection of the glass that let him look down my shirt. He dropped me off at the firehouse and we hugged and texted some afterwards. It was a fantastical morning. Every 20 minutes or so, I would think, "I can't believe this is really happening. This is what I meant to make a New Year's Resolution 'Make Interesting Choices.'"