Expressions I hate: sweater puppies.
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Just a reminder that it is cold and I have been doing squats.
I’m ready to send sweater weather out the door with a smack on the bum.
Sweater weather is upon us.
My first meeting was Friday morning and it went exceptionally well.
I was tired, nonetheless, after having stayed up with Penthouse the night before. So, when I got back to his place, he ushered me into his bedroom.
“You’re taking a nap,” he said.
As a child, I was terrible at nap time. My teacher in preschool had to give me another activity to do after I would stay up and try to get the children around me to stay up with me. So, unless I am falling all over myself tired, I don’t take naps even now.
I pouted. “I can’t just nap."
He made sure to watch me get into bed and went to the door. "Close your eyes, I’ll join you in a little bit.”
I curled up in his bed and sighed. Outside, I could hear him talking to a few of his roommates. Blushing, I turned onto my stomach and closed my eyes.
The weather has been insanely warm here for the past few days. It doesn’t feel like a February at all. It feels like spring. I hope it stays this way, I would love an extended spring. I’m not terribly sure of the ecological implications, but idealistically it would be glorious.
I would love more time of gentle heat and still air. There’s something very basic in me during the spring that comes out when the layers come off and the sun stays out. It feels the way peoples’ skin starts to glow, the newfound levity of situations, the easiness of longer days.
There’s something so quiet and restrained about winter and something so hurried and passionate about summer. Spring is steady. Spring is sweetly sexual, naturally erotic in a vaguely pagan ritual sort of way. It makes me want to cover a girl in daisy chains and kiss every inch of newly warmed flesh with smiling lips.
This weather needs to stay.
Things I am stressed about today:
- Last night, I accompanied my best friend out and may have allowed her to get a little wasted at a party. At one point in the evening, she pounced on me and tried to make out with me. I managed to wrestle her off, knowing she was totally not in the right state of mind, and she almost started crying because of some trouble with a guy she had been hooking up with. Awesome.
- During the evening, I completely said the wrong thing to that guy from my frat and I am fairly sure I may have completely screwed things on even a friendship level there.
- The evening ended in me, her, and her ex-boyfriend in a shouting match in the student center at three in the morning when she wanted to go home with him. He was absolutely awful to her and he got ultra-defensive when I asked her if she was going to be okay with this decision.
- Today, I finally heard from her. She doesn’t remember last night, partially from being blackout drunk and partially because they had such violent sex her head knocked the headboard and she got a concussion.
- When I told her what she did last night, not realizing she was just getting out of a hospital, she broke down crying and called herself the worst person on Earth.
- I am now headed over to her room with cookies so we can sit around and bitch about men.
Seriously, tumblr, can I ever just catch a break?
“I shall be as dirty as I please; and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!” – Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights.
Sweaterweather is nearly upon us. Hurray.
I don’t like being photographed at all. I just feel like you interrupt the natural flow of hanging out, having a good time, etc to get all posy and *show* that you’re having a good time. It breaks stuff up and it just feels awkward and I feel like I’m wasting precious time.
Conversely, whoever thought up the notion of a “candid photo” as an alternative to the posed nonsense should be taken outside and shot. (Not with a camera. Hurr hurr photography joke. Admonish me later, Montecervesa).
I am too lazy to figure out where else I expressed this sentiment on my tumblr. Just kidding, it’s here. I don’t even have the cruelty in my heart to get lazy on you people and make you do work.
However, it was someone close to me’s birthday recently, so I allowed myself to be photographed as a part of the celebration. Because I don’t want to be a nag and because, oh, whatever.
Guess who still smiles like she’s six?