We were the muses for Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
It’s been ages. What’s new?
Oh nothing, just interested in a guy and treating it like I always do: ignoring his existence when we’re in the same room, getting drunk at a bar and groping his knee, and then telling all of his friends that I like him. Naturally, they told him. So there’s that.
Ah, I’m only an “adult.” I know that everything I’ve said up until now makes me sound like I’m in middle school.
Here’s to it being super awkward the next time I see him.
-JY
It’s better than yours! I swear!
(via laughatyourproblems)
First Monday of the quarter consisted of not doing homework, an onslaught of dollar beers with the roommate at our favorite dive bar, and an eventual makeout session with a drug dealer.
…Oops. Classometer goes down a few notches.
(In my defense, he was very, very attractive.)
Spring has sprung, eh?
-MC
Leo (JY): Said to mix things up in order to integrate myself into the world around me. Also, I have to buy condoms.
Sagittarius (AK): Said to lay off of the beer and attend a lecture instead.
Scorpio (MC): “Hooking up means quieting that ever-moving mouth of yours.”
Our promising dating horoscopez.
Look at them. They’re not having sex.
-MC
AK, MC & I are watching the most dweeby romance unfold between Michael Cera and Charlyne Yi. Let the live-blogging commence.
-JY
SING MY HEART SONG, BELLE & SEBASTIAN (AND NORAH JONES?)
No, but seriously, this song relates scary good to my life as of recent.
-MC
Sorry I’ve been AWOL for a little while.
(Its because I met a boy and have fallen madly in love and have fallen out of my romantic-cynical rut.)
…LOL JK I’m still irrationally angry and confused.
I promise to be more consistent with this.
-MC
Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes, just sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating.
Because you will feel so good about yourself when you take the train back together and chat about “witty” things and laugh and talk about good movies and even better actors.
And then, you’ll discover that the person with whom you are suddenly attracted to is two years younger than you, and you will not stop being patronizing:
“Aww, how cute. You live in a dorm? How are you liking college? You like your roommates? That’s good.”
And then, you’ll walk down the sidewalk together and when you part ways, he will compliment your glasses and you will curse the fact that this charming (and mature) fellow was born in 1993.
MY LIFE IS A FUCKING JOKE.
-JY
