Feeling a little blue lately (and not the good kind of blue that the senate is currently feeling, thank god). I have made some headway in at least one class, catching up. Today, I need to work my figurative balls off and create some bullshit for creative writing class, in which I am abominably behind.

Last week was a bit of a blur. I've been a bit of a date whore lately... I even double-booked one night! It seems the only people I've met in my classes who want to spend any time with me are young men who want to take me out to drink coffee or play pool or watch a movie. Nothing wrong with that, I suppose. I feel bad for all of them, though, if they think they're getting anywhere with me. I might as well wear a sandwich sign around my neck that says, "Emotionally Unavailable!" on the front and "Ask me about my Friends-With-Benefits option!" on the back. Of course, I'm lonely and horny, as most 20-year-old ladies are... but I'm also completely done with romance for a little while, at least. I'm quite sure I've built up a temporary immunity to it, derived from months of expecting it and being starved of it.

I'm trying to raise my standards without being too horrible a person. New Guy #1 is the pseudo-wealthy enterprizing son of a couple of criminal investigators. He has his own used cell phone business and pulls in about $200 a week doing practically nothing. He wears designer clothing, and has recently lost 50 pounds over a period of several months. To give you more ideas about his personality, I know all of that about him, and he knows next to nothing about me -- and every time I do happen to mention something about myself, he replies with something along the lines of, "Oh, you're that kind of girl, huh?". He seems to love to listen to himself talk about... himself. New Guy #2 is a shy, pudgy 26-year-old working on his second bachelor's degree. He lives with his younger brother and another roommate in a small apartment just south of Budget Liquor. He's very much into Japanese culture. He's very easy to talk to, and he has a quaint, harmless sense of humor. Not sure if I have any desire whatsoever to jump his bones, though. New Guy #3... Well, I wish that dude would just fuck off, but I don't really want to get into that.

Zhora called me at four in the morning yesterday. He was very drunk, headed back from a strip club with one of the cooks from his work. He was driving down Main Street and was concerned that he was going to get pulled over since he couldn't keep his car going without swerving continuously. I was concerned he was going to roll that damn Beamer, killing himself and his passenger. I got out of bed, got dressed, armed myself with my license and headed downstairs. This is the first time Zhora had called me in over a week, and there I was, driving his belligerent ass home in that warhorse of a car he has that needs serious work on the tire alignment and the brakes.

Sigh. What can I say? I am weak.

Labels: classes, dating, elections, Zhora

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