Music: Let's Push Things Forward, The Streets
Mood: Bouncy
Drinks: None
Hullo everyone. Readers who know me from my previous diaryland entity will want to know why I bolted. Truth is, I was sick of the relentless barraging of insults the git kept sending me. Online, in real life, it never ended. And in the end I lost it. I deleted her files off the family computer and nicked several items from her room (the telly, DVD player, VCR etc). I would have done more if it weren't for the fact that I was running late.
An hour and a half later, I was at my flat and finally free from that despicable person I'm ashamed to be related to. I do not want her to have a chance at disrupting the balance I have now. So sod her, and I'm going to start over.
*sigh* The whole summer was an education to say the least. But let's not dwell on the past.
Especially since I have discovered myself to be a prep amongst a sea of Southern Cali freaks. It seems as if everyone on campus is dressing down to emulate X-tina Aguilera or at least a drag version of her. Although I do not dress too conservatively, it seems so when I stroll across the university grounds. For God's sake, I even have a collection of woolly scarves! How in hell did this happen? Either everyone is content to dress like strippers or I'm destined to head for the East Coast and speak like a Bostoner.
Let me explin why this frightens me. I've always thought of myself as an individualist who is content to never blend in the crowd intellectually. But not really in terms of clothing. I've always liked the fashions of the thirties (men in dark suits and women in dresses and hats); jeans and a cute top are fine too. Yet aside from the denim, everything I own is of a khaki colour and in black, white, navy and red. I look smart but seem out of place in a university student context. I would do well with someone who works in an office. In fact, even my car is a sedan that looks perfect for the working stiff.
Maybe I'm finally maturing. In that case, I need an order of 'deep dicking' to go. I am a failure when it comes to adult relationships. I can't decide whether to settle for someone even if it's just for sex. Why can't I have someone I like and lust after in one neat package? Others have managed it, you know. But not me. Frat Boy is a lovely example - I can see myself pursuing a tentative UST friendship with him, but not a sexual relationship because I've convinced myself I'm not his type. I mean, he does seem to go out with a lot of tanned buxom blond women - everything I'm not.
I've always avoided the friend-into-lover thing because I've always been the friend who finds the platonic friend wanting more. But who knows? I'm a nineteen year old woman who has been in love two disastrous times. Anything can happen.
Besides, I have so much fun flirting. Just the other day I was at the computer lab, stapling pages together at a table. There was a young man sitting at the table and I think he was quite happy taking a look down my blouse. At first I didn't mean it but when I caught his gaze, I took the time to carefully shift my weight onto the stapler... over and over again. And last night, a charming young man walking his dog saw me and came up so's I could have a pet. Must devise plan to entrap men soon.
One last thing before I finish this rambling piece: I love my car! It's a dark green Mercury Mystique - which may puzzle some readers as I have professed a hatred for unreliable American cars. Well yes, but my car is far lovelier. And it has leather seats. So there.