Saturday, July 06, 2002
i am trembling with hunger. nine fucking o'clock, alone in school, only food available is from the vending machines downstairs. i have just stuffed my face with 9 oreos and am starting to stabilize. if only i could have them as God intended, with milk, i'd be fine. been reading willowtree for two hours. how's this for procrastinating? sigh.
i could get the hang of this.
posted by teá rosales at 8:16 PM
ok i have just spent nine hours watching 4 DVDs of old Sex and the City episodes. Am now at Carrie & Mr. Big's second major breakup (when he comes back from Paris). My eyeballs are spiralling inwards and one is bigger than the other. my main man is away and i have nothing better to do. o bla di o bla fucking da :)
and i don't even like the show. that much. it's just that, politically incorrect as it may be, i find it funny.
posted by teá rosales at 10:58 AM
Friday, July 05, 2002
ok so my friend is heartbroken. she met this guy on the net, through a flesh-and-bones friend (as opposed to a cyberfriend) and he's studying at oxford and he's cool and he has screwed a lot and he's nineteen and he's hot. so they've been friends for a while, two or three years?, and they chat and they send text messages over the phone. then about half a year ago he starts pestering her to go make out with him, for fun. and he gives her this drill about how it wouldn't mean anything, what's a fuck between friends? a virgin and unfortunate Carry Bradshaw acolyte, my friend finally sez yes a couple of months ago. they make out, nothing but hymen intact. they make plans to do it again, in the meantime she escapes to another country as a sexual refugee and from the safe distance of about 5 kilometers she emails him that it is "not nothing" to her. and she can't just share some body fluids like that without feeling something. then she never sees him again except by some weird crossing of paths, and she never hears from him again, except for a strange phonecall asking if she owned a fax machine.
so. there's nothing else to do but:
1. get a diana ross CD and learn the lyrics to "i will survive". gladys night and the pips would be more therapeutic, actually.
2. watch all three seasons of "sex and the city" on DVD non-stop from 10pm to 10am to remind you that things are ok since love is dead in manhattan anyway.
3. take control of your weight and lose 15 pounds through exercise and a healthy diet.
4. take the time for facials and fixing up your nails.
5. blog! :)
posted by teá rosales at 2:20 PM
morning. got to school intending to work really hard today. damned laziness set it. spent over an hour reading other people's blogs. need coffee. having some now. have not gotten into the habit of self-indulgent writing yet. feels really awkward. this is the consequence, i think, of finding the one person i want to be with in life. not a lot of valid misery to write about, and who writes when they're happy? so i thought i'd talk about books and movies, maybe music. mundane, mundane, mundane. i really should get work done today. i really should.
posted by teá rosales at 9:50 AM
Thursday, July 04, 2002
don't tell me this does not work on macs
me on my birthday, march 2002
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