I wish this would be an happy blog, me talking about stripper status, I will mention it below or me talking about how I acquired bite marks on my chest and lower back.... (well, obviously I didn't give them to myself) or anything else BUT what I'm about to blog about. I'm leaving this place, not in a month, not in a week, now as in in 15 hours. To me, I don't know where this two years have went, most of the two years have been a blur (thanks again alcohol). When I say a blur, most of my first year here, I spent drunkenly patrolling the streets with my girl, broke up with my ex bf (well he broke up with me, I mean honestly who can really remember THOSE details), spent months crying over him, met tons of rebounds and spent another 4-6 months patrolling the streets again with my then-soon to be next rebound (aka my then best guy friend). I had an actually crazy year. I wish I could begin to recount what happened over the past two years.
I do know what happened over the past few months have been the best few months of my life. I had an EPIC weekend, so epic that people are stopping my friends in the streets (people I don't know) and telling my friends about what I did that weekend. I wish I can recount the tale of THAT weekend, all I know there is a video, I haven't seen it yet but I have begged and pleaded with my guy friends to hold off (my dad is on my facebook and probably on damn youtube...THANKS again technology for continuously showcasing to the world that sweet and innocent is definitely not synonyms of MY name). I've rebounded through a few guy friends, shockingly, only two out of the many were weird to the point where we're not friends anymore. Like not friends on facebook friends, yep, gasp, SHOCK, AWW, that really happened. I've also done a lot of morally questionable things here, made up the quote of all time and became the best girl friend ever (not as in GIRLFRIEND as in GIRL and FRIEND, I'm a terrible girlfriend). Did I mention that I may or may not have "fallen" for my now guy friend? Yep...
Not the one where I got my bite marks, scratch marks and "weird" bruises from, nope the other one. The one where my girl friend said "you two would be a really great couple, mostly because he gets you". Yep, him, and it's easy for me to be with other guys because I know that I will never feel for them and even though I know that they could easily feel for me (not to effing flatter myself, well, I can because I'm SMAWESOME but all the guys friends I have had have had a crush on me, at least three times, true story and you can quote me) So, I like the Current but I like him for what he can DO to me *eyebrow raise* not what he can do for me. We get along great, the kinky-kink-kinkiness is fantastic except the week after (CURSE YOU, I'm still a limpin!) but I would never date the Current in real life. We could never exist in REAL LIFE ever, never ever, one, he cheats two, he cheats and three he annoys me. Though, the FRIEND, I can see myself with, guys that I know that things would be beyond great, amazing, relationship, I'm just afraid to pursue because it's scary, the whole thing and I would do anything to stop from wanting to be with the so now obviously flaming homosexual. He's not TOO flaming, you know since he makes out with girls every weekend and denies he's gay , hates gays but is so obviously gay. "Cut the rug anybody" and so obviously still living in the 90s. Pssh, let me waste no more breath on him, I wish he would fucking delete me off of facebook, damn, I won't delete him, he needs to realize how awesome my life is. Though with the friend, if I do feel the same way in a few months, I think it'd be worth it to pursue a long distance, I think so, I think so, I like I like.... Anyway.
I do want to talk about stripper status. Seriously on Saturday night, I saw a STRIPPER at the club. I know, so exciting, what's new, no, I mean, stripper as in stripping off her clothes, dancing on the pole stripper. She was too good on the pole to not be a stripper and the sad thing was, I stopped drinking my drink for twenty whole minutes to watch her put on a show. None of my guy friends were remotely interested, one even said "When I look at her, I think of HIV and AIDS". I'm pretty sure HIV and AIDS are the same thing but I agreed as I watched her put on the show. I wanted to give her money but since I was getting drinks by my lowcut shirt and big boobs, I so obviously did not have any money. She inspired me to get a stripper pole and learn how to strip, the night before, I kind of put on a strip show, strip show as in my clothes were on but I was dancing on a pole. Or living vividly through what my college life WOULD be if I you know, actually went to college.
