Psst...I'm over here

hey.....

So, just in case you're wondering what's been going on with me...well, I have one more exam left, I haven't purchased any Christmas presents and my ass-hole hurts this morning...that's about it...exciting? Well, the ass-hole story is, but I think you probably know what that's all about...or maybe you don't? Anyways...things with this new guy are...interesting...yeah, that's the best way to put it. One second I'm practising my break-up lines and the next minute I'm bent over the bathroom counter...it's actually kind of confusing, but exciting at the same time. I haven't figured this guy out yet...and maybe I'm not supposed to, but it's definitely making my finals time a little more exciting...or something?

We still have mouses and I fear they are multiplying and perhaps outnumber the 5 of us in this house now. All attempts at trapping have been foiled by the tricky bastards...Victor traps don't work and the sticky one seems to be a dud too. It's actually quite a disgusting situation now...but my landlard's daughter promises to get someone in while we're at home over Christmas.

So...what have YOU been up to?

Life is so cruel...

When all I want to do is fuck you.

Instead, I'm here...third day no shower, in my p.j.'s, with half a page of my 10 page paper completed and no thesis or even a topic in mind.

But it's cool...I'm not really complaining because it could be worse....way worse.

Anyways, things are crazy over here at chez Jez. One of my roommates got married on the beach near our place on Friday evening and I wasn't even aware that she was engaged. Well, technically she wasn't...it's kind of a long story, but yesterday she came down with her new husband to tell us (me and my other 3 roommates) the news...but I knew already. I'm sly and a notorious snoop, so I was aware something was up early on. Plus, she's been blaring her music at odd hours, so I was sure she was getting some ass and trying to cover it up....and not to sound like a pervert, but I'd rather hear people fucking than Bobbie Brown blasted at 1:00 a.m...seriously.

We have mouses. I made a trap in the middle of the night, consisting of a 4 litre milk jug, an empty toilet paper roll, a pair of black nylons, and some peanut butter...so far, they haven't taken the bait, but I'm pretty confident my trap will work...it always does...

Finally, I may or may not have had sex recently...meaning I most definitely did...and now it's all I can think about...dammit.

It's funny, J is totally unlike any guy I've ever dated. First of all he's my age...I haven't dated someone even close to my age since I was 16 and secondly he's skinny and not much taller than me. But we have so much fun together and he totally knows how to bring out the porn start in me without making me feeling like a porn star...if that makes any sense. Not getting into details, but I've done a lot of "firsts" with him in the past month...and I wasn't aware that I had any "firsts" left.

Anyways, I guess I should get back to my non-paper...

Little deep breaths...

I'm a *little* stressed.

Pssst.

I'm drunk.
And still at school.
And blogging.
I just went pee.
New boy is waiting for me.
We kissed.
He he he he he he ha ha ha ha...
Okay, more later.....
Mwah!!!!

Pssssst.

I met a boy.

I think I really like him.

I love this feeling.

The games we play

Adam pulled me off the bench by my legs. My back hit the floor with a loud thud. My head narrowly missed the edge of the bench, but swung back down cracking against the floor. He pinned me to the ground with his right knee on my chest making it dificult for me to breathe. I told him to get the fuck off of me, but he just pinned me there, adding more pressure when I tried to move. I was furious and scared. But mostly furious. I couldn't move. My physical inferiority to this teenage boy devastatingly apparent. I can't remember if he said anything while he held me there, but I do remember the fear in my friend's eyes as she pleaded for him to let me go. He didn't let me go until the school janitor told him to stop. I stood up and sat back down on the bench and told Adam never touch ever again while holding back tears. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. My back hurt for a week.

Adam had always been violent. He liked to push girls up against the wall and whisper profane things in their ears while digging his dick into their backs. Funny how in high school behaviour like that was tolerated. Funny how we didn't tell anyone about it. Funny how we thought it wouldn't make a difference anyways. Funny how we excused his behaviour just because he was a boy. Boys are supposed to hurt girls, right?

I lost my virginity to Adam. Bet you didn't see that one coming.

Yeah, me, the straight-A-student, member of the student council, Valedictorian of my graduating class, starting player on the high school soccer team, let Adam, drug dealer/addict, "player", high school drop-out "de-flower" her.

You see, Adam and I always had this "thing", ever since elementary school. He was the bad boy and I was the good girl.

*unfinished post*

You're so vain...

This weekend my mom told me that I had an "inflated ego".
Hm.
If she only knew!
She said this after I pointed out this really hot guy checking me out at the restaurant last night. But when I asked her if she noticed it too, she reluctantly agreed.
"Inflated Ego"? I think not...no one can resist my charms...for real, no one.
So don't even try.