Well things have seemed to have pretty much blown over in my teenage angst II. The basis of the whole thing was that I told Rhea to watch out for Brad and I told Sheila only the facts about New Years Eve. Things got blown way out of proportion until Keith got involved and basically told Brad that he had to stop fucking the help. Thankfully Brad took everything in stride and didn’t get too fired up about it. Actually I think I was probably more pissed off about the whole thing than him. Sheila was talking to me yesterday and so was Kara and Rhea although I was snubbing them a little since they just tend to get on my nerves.
I worked a shitload this weekend. The Moscow Circus was here and there was eight shows over four days. Thursday was about an eight hour day, Friday was about an eight hour day, Saturday was a fifteen hour day and yesterday was an eleven hour day. So, basically, I’m bushed. I really hope that things will slow down because I’m going to need some serious study time this quarter. Chem, Bio, Calc and History add up to more studying than I currently have time for. Oh well, at least I’m making some money.
Nice guys finish last. I think it was Brad who mentioned that proverb to me recently. I’m beginning to think it is very true. The context we were discussing was, as usual, Angie. I talked to her on Sunday. I’m beginning to think that she would just as soon fuck Brad as she would me. I’m beginning to think Brad and I are just going to start sleeping with all the same girls. Hindsight is 20/20 they say. So now it is easy to see that when she said “I have a boyfriend” I should have said “So what” and taken her to bed. These things are easy to write and talk about, but I’m not really sure if I could lower my moral shield. It is probably too ingrained in my being from my classical education. Those damn Jesuits are going to be haunting me for the rest of my life. I can’t understand what is so hard about finding a girl to share bodily fluids with. Hell, I see Kelly every Mon, Wed and Friday. We say “Hi” and “How are you” and that’s it. I just have no balls when it comes to asking out a girl. I’ve never had to do it with the exception of asking Angie to go to Brad’s New Years Eve party with me. She said yes and then ended up going out with her boyfriend of course. I guess I’m getting back to my angst part one, like I always seem to, so I’m going to hang up the proverbial phone. Until the next update in my celibate life. . . .