I'm in a relationship that I don't want to be in. I like the guy, but I cannot fathom sticking the summer out. Think torture. There's another guy who's interested in me, and I'm curious about that. Thing is, I lack the balls to do anything about my situation. Therefore, I am miserable, and it's entirely my fault. Emre leaves for Germany this summer, so I may have to wait it out and play on that.

Alex W., my ex-seventh-grade-two-day-conquest-has been sending signals so strong I'm surprised there haven't been more car accidents around these parts. And while he's a cocky little bastard like the rest of them, he's very good-looking and extremely sweet to me. We'll see how long that lasts. Curious ponderance: he knows that I'm taken. So he's playing the devil's hand. How evil and attractive.

Speaking of distractions, I got on really well with this one exchange student from Germany, ironically. His name is Tristan and he likes rap music, including my favorite German rap groups (!) Creutzfeld und Jakob and Plattenpaptz. It's a small world, folks. He has glasses and is fairly random, but I like him. I'm taking him, Paul, and two exchange girls, Kathleen and Janine down to the Seattle Center this Saturday for the folklife festival. I hope they like hippies and hairy armpits. Simultaneously.

Speaking of hairy armpits. Jordan and I had an interesting little snafu these past days. He thinks I'm still interested in him, and didn't want me riding in the car with him and his new girlfriend to the state track mee, which would save me exactly ten dollars in gas money. I was pretty pissed. I said, "You're treating me like an ex-girlfriend and not at all like the close friend I'm supposed to be." Then he pretty much tells me that he thinks I'm still trying to win him back, which is awkward and embarassing. Little wide of the mark too. Sure. I have regrets. I have nostalgia. But he was practically accusing me of sabotage. Anyways. Half of me wants him to be happy, then we can be friends, no sweat. The other half is violent, and slightly irritated at this minor infraction of the friendship rules. That half is currently out slaughtering puppies and children in the daisy fields.

I'm currently trying to decide what the hell is up with these three things:

1)obnoxiously unstable mental ability
2)the (teenaged) male sex in general (do I even need to repeat the "instruction manual" joke?)
3)speeding tickets and falafel.

Yeah. Sleep on that one. I'll be around.

posted by Anemone Ra at 8:23 PM