Blah. I'm bored. Which is worse than being sick, horny, and pissed off combined. I had to snap at my ditsy ass roommate's boyfriend, because they decided to come in and hold a full conversation about a protest that's being held outside--whilst I was sleeping. After I snapped at him, PG's boy said, "Come on, let's the hell out of here" in the classic "Dude!" way. I laughed briefly but then I was wide awake. And bored. Okay, there's no point of writing about nothing at all, so I'll hit you readers up as soon as something interesting happens.
xoxoxo
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Showing posts with label dorm. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 14, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
Mo Hair!
Hey guys, sorry it's been a few days since the last post...I'm still living, I promise. The problem is this was my first week of being done with work and I took the opportunity to catch up on my school work. However, things have still been developing, as usual. Okay, here we go:
Alkie Front: Talked to my RA yesterday and she was very supportive in knowing what was going on between the alkies and me. Actually, she doesn't really care for them and I think she was kind of thrilled that I had cursed IT out....Anywho, the drunks and I still aren't speaking, and one night PG said to IT (who was lying on our futon), "Okay, I'm going to sleep in my own bed tonight, I mean it. " The way she said it let me know she was giving me heads up. Then she added, "See? I made my bed as an incentive...." Huh. I didn't even know she knew big words such as incentive, but nonetheless, she ended up coming into our room around 8:30 in the a.m. and slept until 10. She's a trooper, that PG.
Boyfriend Front: You know, in my past posts I haven't said to much about what's happening currently with Boyfriend, but as Mama always says, "No new is good news." He's doing fine, still supportive and loving. And very horny.....
Saved Sinners Front: I've never cried in front of the Saved Sinners. Never. It's like, a sign of weakness or something. Early this semester, I slipped on ice and banged my knee pretty badly. After being out of commission for about a week, I ended up healing enough to limp around campus and return to class. After about a month, I was back in the club. However, ever now and then my knee will let me know that it wasn't happy about our fall, and swell. The other day, my knee was hurting so bad that by the time the day was over I felt like I was going to pass out. I got take-out for dinner, took the campus shuttle service back to the dorms, and was about to limp my pathetic butt in bed when I received a text from Denouncer, saying, "Hey, we're all in the cafe, you should come down."
I don't know what possessed me to respond saying I'd be there in a minute (maybe it was the pain), but the next thing I knew I was sitting in a chair, attempting to pull myself together while 16 (count em, 16) of black girls, including the Sinners, sat at the next table laughing and having a good time. Instigator and Denouncer were sitting right by me, but Denouncer wasn't paying attention to me. Instigator, however, sees everything, and immediately asked, "You okay?" That was about as loving as she was going to get. I nodded, put on a brave smile, and continued to try to eat my shrimp. Suddenly, tears began to fall and I tried to turn my head away to cover myself. In the end, the tears wouldn't stop, so I hastily threw on my coat, grabbed my food and bookbag, and tried to walk. I made it two steps away before I almost collapsed, and began sobbing sitting halfway in a chair. My knee had finally won.
Readers, here's the kicker (excuse the pun): Out of 16 girls all watching me, no doubt, only Instigator got up and helped grab my things and walked me back to my room. Sure, it was for pure gossip purposes (she kept asking me if I was all right, and then would hint that she was sure it was something Boyfriend had done because in her experience, all girls ever cried about like that was guys...ugh), but still, at least shes had a little human in her at that moment. The rest just watched me for a moment and then kept on laughing and joking as if I hadn't damn near died next to them. Well, you can't beat honesty, can you?
New Friend Front: All right, technically she isn't a new friend, I've been kicking it with her since the beginning of the semester. However, it seems like we've been friends forever. She's older (score 1) and she's mature (score 2). Also, she likes the same goofy things I do (for example, next weekend we're going to the zoo). So, for blogging purposes, I will call her Amiga, because she's from my Spanish class.
Hair Front: I've had about 12 orgasms over my hair since the last post, because I've taken out my braids and am rocking it natural for now. I twisted it last night and wore it in a twist out this morning and received tons of compliments on it. Keep checking future posts for more details on how black girls rock their natural curls! :)
Okay, so my eyes aren't 100% better, and I think my optometrist might shit goose eggs if I continually strain them now, so I'm going to sign off. Hopefully next week I can get into the swing of blogging again. Till then!
Alkie Front: Talked to my RA yesterday and she was very supportive in knowing what was going on between the alkies and me. Actually, she doesn't really care for them and I think she was kind of thrilled that I had cursed IT out....Anywho, the drunks and I still aren't speaking, and one night PG said to IT (who was lying on our futon), "Okay, I'm going to sleep in my own bed tonight, I mean it. " The way she said it let me know she was giving me heads up. Then she added, "See? I made my bed as an incentive...." Huh. I didn't even know she knew big words such as incentive, but nonetheless, she ended up coming into our room around 8:30 in the a.m. and slept until 10. She's a trooper, that PG.
Boyfriend Front: You know, in my past posts I haven't said to much about what's happening currently with Boyfriend, but as Mama always says, "No new is good news." He's doing fine, still supportive and loving. And very horny.....
Saved Sinners Front: I've never cried in front of the Saved Sinners. Never. It's like, a sign of weakness or something. Early this semester, I slipped on ice and banged my knee pretty badly. After being out of commission for about a week, I ended up healing enough to limp around campus and return to class. After about a month, I was back in the club. However, ever now and then my knee will let me know that it wasn't happy about our fall, and swell. The other day, my knee was hurting so bad that by the time the day was over I felt like I was going to pass out. I got take-out for dinner, took the campus shuttle service back to the dorms, and was about to limp my pathetic butt in bed when I received a text from Denouncer, saying, "Hey, we're all in the cafe, you should come down."
I don't know what possessed me to respond saying I'd be there in a minute (maybe it was the pain), but the next thing I knew I was sitting in a chair, attempting to pull myself together while 16 (count em, 16) of black girls, including the Sinners, sat at the next table laughing and having a good time. Instigator and Denouncer were sitting right by me, but Denouncer wasn't paying attention to me. Instigator, however, sees everything, and immediately asked, "You okay?" That was about as loving as she was going to get. I nodded, put on a brave smile, and continued to try to eat my shrimp. Suddenly, tears began to fall and I tried to turn my head away to cover myself. In the end, the tears wouldn't stop, so I hastily threw on my coat, grabbed my food and bookbag, and tried to walk. I made it two steps away before I almost collapsed, and began sobbing sitting halfway in a chair. My knee had finally won.
Readers, here's the kicker (excuse the pun): Out of 16 girls all watching me, no doubt, only Instigator got up and helped grab my things and walked me back to my room. Sure, it was for pure gossip purposes (she kept asking me if I was all right, and then would hint that she was sure it was something Boyfriend had done because in her experience, all girls ever cried about like that was guys...ugh), but still, at least shes had a little human in her at that moment. The rest just watched me for a moment and then kept on laughing and joking as if I hadn't damn near died next to them. Well, you can't beat honesty, can you?
New Friend Front: All right, technically she isn't a new friend, I've been kicking it with her since the beginning of the semester. However, it seems like we've been friends forever. She's older (score 1) and she's mature (score 2). Also, she likes the same goofy things I do (for example, next weekend we're going to the zoo). So, for blogging purposes, I will call her Amiga, because she's from my Spanish class.
Hair Front: I've had about 12 orgasms over my hair since the last post, because I've taken out my braids and am rocking it natural for now. I twisted it last night and wore it in a twist out this morning and received tons of compliments on it. Keep checking future posts for more details on how black girls rock their natural curls! :)
Okay, so my eyes aren't 100% better, and I think my optometrist might shit goose eggs if I continually strain them now, so I'm going to sign off. Hopefully next week I can get into the swing of blogging again. Till then!
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Alkie Attack Pt. 2
Last time on Alkie Attack......
"Well, that's just rude." Her sister ignored her and suddenly, I became the secret enemy.
We finally ended up leaving (with me still hanging on to that SAME cup mind you) and went over to IT's friend's house for even more drinking and a "dance party". Once we got there, the sister opened up her bottle of Parot Bay and Snapple, and PG started taking shots from the bottle with her. I joined in a couple of times (honestly, I was just taking sips....I can't take big doses of any type of booze) while IT watched me from the corner of her eye. I didn't notice this, of course, because I was still having fun. Pictures were taken, pot was brought out, the whole shabang!
After moving around the party for a while, I saw IT standing against the fridge with one of her horny male friends dry humping her. She had taken personal responsibility of the UV and had it in her hand the WHOLE night. No big, right? BMW was also drinking with her, whenever the poor bottle was set down. I reached over for the bottle and IT moved her hand.
"Hey, can I have a sip?" I asked politely.
The sister noticed, yanked the bottle out of her hand and threw it into mine. IT said, with a fake smile, "Uh-oh, we just got robbed!" She took the bottle back, and me, still thinking this is all fun and games, asked, "Hey, do you mind if I have a sip?"
IT's classic response was, "Did you pay my sister?"
I was confused. "What?"
She looked me dead in the eye and said (with an attitude!), "How bout you try paying my sister first." And took another swig out of the bottle.
Readers, I don't know what happened. It probably was the previous drinking that had already made my blood a little warm, but it was her comment that made it boil. And I hate to act the stereotypical ghetto, but that part of me was large and in charge at that moment.
"What did you just say to me?" I asked, getting loud. She continued to talk to the Mr. Humper, now noticeably scared. I think she was surprised she just said that as well. But I wasn't going to let her get off easy. "I can't believe you just said some shit like that to me!"
By this time another guy had swapped out to hump her, and they were holding a drunken staring contest as she desperately tried to ignore me. I tapped Humper 2 on the shoulder and he broke his stare, and I said, "Excuse me, I have to speak with her..."
"No!" she said, still not looking at me and ran into the next room. Now my blood pressure had reached the ceiling and shot through it. I followed her and went off.
"Bitch, I can't BELIEVE you just said some shit like that to me when you're the biggest motherfuckin drunk out of all five of us! Fuck you!"
The rest of the alkies had that look, you know, the classic one white girls have when their black acquaintance gets pissed off. That Oh, my God, the wrath of the negro! look. Ugh. Anywho, I proceeded to curse her out and then went to attempt to cool off in the kitchen.
BMW had the nerve to waddle her ass in after me, bottle of UV and Snapple in tow, and say, "Here, just take it." As if I'm fucking robbing them or something, right?! I pushed the bottle away from her with a snort of disgust, saying, "No, fuck that, I'm done." And I was. I ended up having to curse IT out once more (she was attempting to talk shit right in front of me....once again, the ghetto side) and was standing out by the door in the cold, waiting for an invisible ride. One of IT's friends came out and attempted to talk me into coming back into the warmth and after a while I relented.
While this all went on, IT started to cry and I could hear the rest of the alkies consoling her. Finally, DD called a cab and the four of us, minus IT, went back to the dorms. I think PG was so scared that she slept in DD's room that night, and on the way back, no one said a word to me. But at least I knew who was loyal.
As I calmed down, I felt slightly bad for cursing her out. I ended up taping a $20 bill on her door with the note:
For the 1 1/2 cups of A. Mist and approximately 2 cups of Parot Bay
But any remorse I had evaporated as soon as I thought about how shady all of those girls were. So, I guess I felt bad for letting myself get in that situation when I knew better. What do you think?
"Well, that's just rude." Her sister ignored her and suddenly, I became the secret enemy.
We finally ended up leaving (with me still hanging on to that SAME cup mind you) and went over to IT's friend's house for even more drinking and a "dance party". Once we got there, the sister opened up her bottle of Parot Bay and Snapple, and PG started taking shots from the bottle with her. I joined in a couple of times (honestly, I was just taking sips....I can't take big doses of any type of booze) while IT watched me from the corner of her eye. I didn't notice this, of course, because I was still having fun. Pictures were taken, pot was brought out, the whole shabang!
After moving around the party for a while, I saw IT standing against the fridge with one of her horny male friends dry humping her. She had taken personal responsibility of the UV and had it in her hand the WHOLE night. No big, right? BMW was also drinking with her, whenever the poor bottle was set down. I reached over for the bottle and IT moved her hand.
"Hey, can I have a sip?" I asked politely.
The sister noticed, yanked the bottle out of her hand and threw it into mine. IT said, with a fake smile, "Uh-oh, we just got robbed!" She took the bottle back, and me, still thinking this is all fun and games, asked, "Hey, do you mind if I have a sip?"
IT's classic response was, "Did you pay my sister?"
I was confused. "What?"
She looked me dead in the eye and said (with an attitude!), "How bout you try paying my sister first." And took another swig out of the bottle.
Readers, I don't know what happened. It probably was the previous drinking that had already made my blood a little warm, but it was her comment that made it boil. And I hate to act the stereotypical ghetto, but that part of me was large and in charge at that moment.
"What did you just say to me?" I asked, getting loud. She continued to talk to the Mr. Humper, now noticeably scared. I think she was surprised she just said that as well. But I wasn't going to let her get off easy. "I can't believe you just said some shit like that to me!"
By this time another guy had swapped out to hump her, and they were holding a drunken staring contest as she desperately tried to ignore me. I tapped Humper 2 on the shoulder and he broke his stare, and I said, "Excuse me, I have to speak with her..."
"No!" she said, still not looking at me and ran into the next room. Now my blood pressure had reached the ceiling and shot through it. I followed her and went off.
"Bitch, I can't BELIEVE you just said some shit like that to me when you're the biggest motherfuckin drunk out of all five of us! Fuck you!"
The rest of the alkies had that look, you know, the classic one white girls have when their black acquaintance gets pissed off. That Oh, my God, the wrath of the negro! look. Ugh. Anywho, I proceeded to curse her out and then went to attempt to cool off in the kitchen.
BMW had the nerve to waddle her ass in after me, bottle of UV and Snapple in tow, and say, "Here, just take it." As if I'm fucking robbing them or something, right?! I pushed the bottle away from her with a snort of disgust, saying, "No, fuck that, I'm done." And I was. I ended up having to curse IT out once more (she was attempting to talk shit right in front of me....once again, the ghetto side) and was standing out by the door in the cold, waiting for an invisible ride. One of IT's friends came out and attempted to talk me into coming back into the warmth and after a while I relented.
While this all went on, IT started to cry and I could hear the rest of the alkies consoling her. Finally, DD called a cab and the four of us, minus IT, went back to the dorms. I think PG was so scared that she slept in DD's room that night, and on the way back, no one said a word to me. But at least I knew who was loyal.
As I calmed down, I felt slightly bad for cursing her out. I ended up taping a $20 bill on her door with the note:
For the 1 1/2 cups of A. Mist and approximately 2 cups of Parot Bay
But any remorse I had evaporated as soon as I thought about how shady all of those girls were. So, I guess I felt bad for letting myself get in that situation when I knew better. What do you think?
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Alkie Attack
For those who have decided to read on to the second post, you're probably sitting at your computer, sighing, and saying, "Why in the world would I want to read about her...?" Good Question. And I'm not really sure how to answer it.
For me, this is simply is a diary. As I stated in the last post, people are always bugging me to spill more when I do reveal what I'm thinking, and I just figured having a public blog would give me a chance to write/say it once and once only. :) Not that I don't love those who are interested in my life or anything...
I am 19 years of age and I go to college (University X will be its undercover name) to pursue a degree in Film. I live in the dorms, work in the office of the Film Program and complain during my leisure time. I like reading romance novels, long walks on the beach, the golden sunsets....just kidding. But honestly, how much more about me do you need to know in this post? All YOU need to know at this point is that we begin our journey dealing with the Alkies and their reign of drunken terrror.
Back history: I live with PG and IT in these jail cells of dorm rooms and Ms. IT usually drinks every night of the week. No lie. PG only drinks when she doesn't have homework or studying to do, so she downs her fire water at least 3 times a week. I, being the lightweight that I am, only drink on the weekends (or if I'm super stressed I'll have a glass during the week before bed) and can't handle more than two drinks. Result: Me never drinking with them unless I'm desperate. On Thursday, IT's older sister came by town (mind you, she's an alkie herself) and brought 2 big bottles of Arbor Mist, 1 bottle of Parot Bay, and 1 bottle of UV to town with her. While IT entertained her parents in her room next door, the sister dressed in PG and my room.
"God, I need a drink," she huffed, and cracked open the bottle of Arbor Mist. She offered PG one, who graciously took a cup, and then held the bottle over to me, who was watching with raised eyebrows.
"Well...." I started. I had told my boyfriend that I wasn't going to go out tonight, that I was just going to watch t.v. and bond with him over the phone after a long week of hard work. However, he was currently knocked out at his place, and I was feeling lonely. "I guess..." She poured me a cup and I sipped on it while PG downed it and then the sister took her share to the bathroom to drink while in the shower. By the time the sister got back, she had finished her cup and was pouring herself and PG another one. I was only half done.
"Might as well finish the bottle," she said, reaching over and filling my drink again. I slowly drank and laughed with the sister as IT walked in and surveyed the scene.
"You guys have already started drinking?," she asked, annoyed.
"Yeah, sorry," PG said, not sounding concerned at all. IT looked over at me with subtle disgust and said, "Why don't you come say hi to my parents?" Now folks, I had just woken up. My breath was kicking like Bruce Lee, my eyes were all crusty and I was not in a parent-greeting mood. My defense?
"Well, I've already met your mom," I squinted, hoping that would be enough. It wasn't.
"Come meet my dad."
"Okay, I'll be in there in a minute," I lied. She gave an irritated sigh and went back to the next room. Time to take a break and offer a little more back history:
PG and IT used to be BFFs at one point, but PG has a nasty habit of changing her best friends like she changes outfits. The results are the rest of the alkies going at each others throats because they're no longer in the loop. In IT's case, PG had to get rid of her because IT loves drinking and not paying, which is the #1 sin in college. I mean, this chick went through half a handle of Captain's once. She does not drink for fun. Result: If you have a bottle of liquor and you see IT coming, either hide it or run. Or both.
Back to the present:
We continued to drink and laugh and the rest of the alkies came by as well. I let my boyfriend know what my new plans were (he was slightly irritated but didn't make a stink) and changed into a party outfit. All the while hanging on to the SAME cup. In the meantime, the 2nd bottle of Arbor Mist had been popped open and drinks had been poured. Now, my roomie and her posse like to listen to music while they drink. If I by chance have my computer on and it's playing whatever I'm listening to, they'll decide that's not what they want to listen to and turn my computer down. Never fails. Quite personally, readers, I think that's rude. I mean, it is my room as well. I just never say anything.
Fortunately for me, the sister had a love of my future baby's daddy--Ludacris. She went to my computer (which has louder speakers) and turned on one of his hits and we started dancing, swooning, and swearing over him. IT came over, on schedule, and turned mine down to start listening to a sappy love song. The Sister looked at me:
"I know they didn't just turn our song down," she said. I nodded like an 8 year old who was about to watch his older brother get in trouble.
"They always do that to me," I said.
The sister pursed her lips and turned my computer up louder and the girls attention turned to us.
"Hey! We were listening to that song!" BMW complained.
"You guys always turn down my music when you're here," I countered.
"Yeah, who wants to listen to --- anyway?" The sister said, with a touch of "That's final" in her voice. The other alkies continued to glare at us as we bopped to Luda and finally IT snapped,
"Well, that's just rude." Her sister ignored her and suddenly, I became the secret enemy.
For me, this is simply is a diary. As I stated in the last post, people are always bugging me to spill more when I do reveal what I'm thinking, and I just figured having a public blog would give me a chance to write/say it once and once only. :) Not that I don't love those who are interested in my life or anything...
I am 19 years of age and I go to college (University X will be its undercover name) to pursue a degree in Film. I live in the dorms, work in the office of the Film Program and complain during my leisure time. I like reading romance novels, long walks on the beach, the golden sunsets....just kidding. But honestly, how much more about me do you need to know in this post? All YOU need to know at this point is that we begin our journey dealing with the Alkies and their reign of drunken terrror.
Back history: I live with PG and IT in these jail cells of dorm rooms and Ms. IT usually drinks every night of the week. No lie. PG only drinks when she doesn't have homework or studying to do, so she downs her fire water at least 3 times a week. I, being the lightweight that I am, only drink on the weekends (or if I'm super stressed I'll have a glass during the week before bed) and can't handle more than two drinks. Result: Me never drinking with them unless I'm desperate. On Thursday, IT's older sister came by town (mind you, she's an alkie herself) and brought 2 big bottles of Arbor Mist, 1 bottle of Parot Bay, and 1 bottle of UV to town with her. While IT entertained her parents in her room next door, the sister dressed in PG and my room.
"God, I need a drink," she huffed, and cracked open the bottle of Arbor Mist. She offered PG one, who graciously took a cup, and then held the bottle over to me, who was watching with raised eyebrows.
"Well...." I started. I had told my boyfriend that I wasn't going to go out tonight, that I was just going to watch t.v. and bond with him over the phone after a long week of hard work. However, he was currently knocked out at his place, and I was feeling lonely. "I guess..." She poured me a cup and I sipped on it while PG downed it and then the sister took her share to the bathroom to drink while in the shower. By the time the sister got back, she had finished her cup and was pouring herself and PG another one. I was only half done.
"Might as well finish the bottle," she said, reaching over and filling my drink again. I slowly drank and laughed with the sister as IT walked in and surveyed the scene.
"You guys have already started drinking?," she asked, annoyed.
"Yeah, sorry," PG said, not sounding concerned at all. IT looked over at me with subtle disgust and said, "Why don't you come say hi to my parents?" Now folks, I had just woken up. My breath was kicking like Bruce Lee, my eyes were all crusty and I was not in a parent-greeting mood. My defense?
"Well, I've already met your mom," I squinted, hoping that would be enough. It wasn't.
"Come meet my dad."
"Okay, I'll be in there in a minute," I lied. She gave an irritated sigh and went back to the next room. Time to take a break and offer a little more back history:
PG and IT used to be BFFs at one point, but PG has a nasty habit of changing her best friends like she changes outfits. The results are the rest of the alkies going at each others throats because they're no longer in the loop. In IT's case, PG had to get rid of her because IT loves drinking and not paying, which is the #1 sin in college. I mean, this chick went through half a handle of Captain's once. She does not drink for fun. Result: If you have a bottle of liquor and you see IT coming, either hide it or run. Or both.
Back to the present:
We continued to drink and laugh and the rest of the alkies came by as well. I let my boyfriend know what my new plans were (he was slightly irritated but didn't make a stink) and changed into a party outfit. All the while hanging on to the SAME cup. In the meantime, the 2nd bottle of Arbor Mist had been popped open and drinks had been poured. Now, my roomie and her posse like to listen to music while they drink. If I by chance have my computer on and it's playing whatever I'm listening to, they'll decide that's not what they want to listen to and turn my computer down. Never fails. Quite personally, readers, I think that's rude. I mean, it is my room as well. I just never say anything.
Fortunately for me, the sister had a love of my future baby's daddy--Ludacris. She went to my computer (which has louder speakers) and turned on one of his hits and we started dancing, swooning, and swearing over him. IT came over, on schedule, and turned mine down to start listening to a sappy love song. The Sister looked at me:
"I know they didn't just turn our song down," she said. I nodded like an 8 year old who was about to watch his older brother get in trouble.
"They always do that to me," I said.
The sister pursed her lips and turned my computer up louder and the girls attention turned to us.
"Hey! We were listening to that song!" BMW complained.
"You guys always turn down my music when you're here," I countered.
"Yeah, who wants to listen to --- anyway?" The sister said, with a touch of "That's final" in her voice. The other alkies continued to glare at us as we bopped to Luda and finally IT snapped,
"Well, that's just rude." Her sister ignored her and suddenly, I became the secret enemy.
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