Joe: thats pretty cool to have your friends call me last night
ETP: they took my phone when they saw i was upset.
ETP: i thought we weren't talking.
ETP: do you mind providing an explanation?
ETP: i dont know if you're reading this now or what but you just amaze me how you can call me at 1am when im drunk and youre probably drunk too and tell me after hanging out for like 3-4 months "i dont think we should talk anymore" then go on to provide no sort of explanation and have the nerve to im me the next night and ignore me when i ask you a simple fucking question.
Joe: i just dont want to end up hurting you
ETP: well thanks for the favor.
Joe: whatever
I suppose I'll elaborate more later, but there you have it.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
"Here's to being 17 and making bad decisions"
I wake up at 6:25 to the revolting "Cingular Sound" I set my cell phone alarm to.
I briefly consider how the name is dated and how they should change it to "AT&T sound" - more appropriate but not quite as catchy.
I fall back asleep and when my mom yells up the stairs, "ELYSE, ARE YOU AWAKE?" I lie and say I have study hall first period. I set my alarm for 45 minutes later.
I can't really fall back asleep because the sun is shining through my window...
I hate the sun, consider shutting my blinds, but am too lazy and instead think Spring is almost here due to the new annoying, yet later appreciated, early winter sunrise.
I wake up at 7:20, jump in the shower and think about my short February break's events: partied a bit with Jill with kids from another town. Saw my ex-boyfriend. He didn't once through the night make eye contact with me. Partied again with the same kids, sans ex-boyfriend, a couple days later and win a game of pong with an epic bounce, earning the respect of all the guys there and a little extra from my very cute pong partner. Get the title of "Team Lightweight" due to our very obvious intoxication after four games. Smoke a cigarette and then convince myself I'm just fine to drive home. Drive home, sobered at this point, pass a cop, drive impeccably, reach destination and pass out.
I dry off and throw my hair in a towel.
Walk downstairs and pour myself a cup of coffee.
Apply make up and head off to school, only to stay for three classes and then head home.
Consider going to the gym, consider fueling my empty stomach, but instead read a few pages from a Bret Easton Ellis novel. Hear my dog snoring beside me and join her in 45 minute nap. Wake up and walk upstairs to my bedroom where I escape to my roof and smoke a cigarette. Smoke. Crawl back inside and light a stick of incense to cover up any odor that might have crept in. Blog.
Here's to being 17 and making bad decisions.
I briefly consider how the name is dated and how they should change it to "AT&T sound" - more appropriate but not quite as catchy.
I fall back asleep and when my mom yells up the stairs, "ELYSE, ARE YOU AWAKE?" I lie and say I have study hall first period. I set my alarm for 45 minutes later.
I can't really fall back asleep because the sun is shining through my window...
I hate the sun, consider shutting my blinds, but am too lazy and instead think Spring is almost here due to the new annoying, yet later appreciated, early winter sunrise.
I wake up at 7:20, jump in the shower and think about my short February break's events: partied a bit with Jill with kids from another town. Saw my ex-boyfriend. He didn't once through the night make eye contact with me. Partied again with the same kids, sans ex-boyfriend, a couple days later and win a game of pong with an epic bounce, earning the respect of all the guys there and a little extra from my very cute pong partner. Get the title of "Team Lightweight" due to our very obvious intoxication after four games. Smoke a cigarette and then convince myself I'm just fine to drive home. Drive home, sobered at this point, pass a cop, drive impeccably, reach destination and pass out.
I dry off and throw my hair in a towel.
Walk downstairs and pour myself a cup of coffee.
Apply make up and head off to school, only to stay for three classes and then head home.
Consider going to the gym, consider fueling my empty stomach, but instead read a few pages from a Bret Easton Ellis novel. Hear my dog snoring beside me and join her in 45 minute nap. Wake up and walk upstairs to my bedroom where I escape to my roof and smoke a cigarette. Smoke. Crawl back inside and light a stick of incense to cover up any odor that might have crept in. Blog.
Here's to being 17 and making bad decisions.
Friday, February 15, 2008
V-day Come and Gone.
I couldn't be more pleased.
I'm pretty sure the general consensus on Blogger is that it fucking sucks.
I haven't had a good Valentine's Day to date, well except when I was like 14 but that shit doesn't count. (My boyfriend put a bouquet of roses and a heart-shaped box of chocolates in my locker. Not a year later, I was hanging on to the relationship by the skin of my teeth and our V-day celebration consisted of a second-hand meal at Bertucci's and a 2-hour nap to follow. I was more pissed about the nap cause I sure as fuck wasn't tired.)
Wanna know how much I hate Valentine's day? I gave up meat for Lent and I damn slaughtered a cow last night.
Fortunately, for me and livestock alike, I went to Flatbread with Jill and got a Vegetarian-friendly Pizza, Tomato Basil to be specific and heavens, it's tasty.
With that said, on a brighter note- Joe and I finally discussed all of our bullshit last night and actually made some sense out of our mess of feelings.
Turns out, as I sort of predicted, most of our problems are a product of the problems he's chosen to not only keep quiet about, but take on by himself.
Clearly, there's a reason he hasn't taken the intiative to include me in his drama, so I won't pry, but just give him time to work it out on his own.
Tonight, I'm partying with my ex-boyfriend and some other folk. I plan on getting wasted and making shit-tons of poor decisions.
I'm pretty sure the general consensus on Blogger is that it fucking sucks.
I haven't had a good Valentine's Day to date, well except when I was like 14 but that shit doesn't count. (My boyfriend put a bouquet of roses and a heart-shaped box of chocolates in my locker. Not a year later, I was hanging on to the relationship by the skin of my teeth and our V-day celebration consisted of a second-hand meal at Bertucci's and a 2-hour nap to follow. I was more pissed about the nap cause I sure as fuck wasn't tired.)
Wanna know how much I hate Valentine's day? I gave up meat for Lent and I damn slaughtered a cow last night.
Fortunately, for me and livestock alike, I went to Flatbread with Jill and got a Vegetarian-friendly Pizza, Tomato Basil to be specific and heavens, it's tasty.
With that said, on a brighter note- Joe and I finally discussed all of our bullshit last night and actually made some sense out of our mess of feelings.
Turns out, as I sort of predicted, most of our problems are a product of the problems he's chosen to not only keep quiet about, but take on by himself.
Clearly, there's a reason he hasn't taken the intiative to include me in his drama, so I won't pry, but just give him time to work it out on his own.
Tonight, I'm partying with my ex-boyfriend and some other folk. I plan on getting wasted and making shit-tons of poor decisions.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
I damn near forgot my password.
Agh. I know I haven't posted for a while but I'm beginning to feel a little discouraged. My life is extremely repetitive and a little predictable so every time I get an idea, I overthink it to be garbage.
To give you a condensed run through of my life since my last post:
- Saw Joe at CCSU (we both had plans to go, notified eachother randomly 8 hours before and decided to meet up) ended up sleeping (the sort with Rapid Eye Movement, to be clear) with him at his friend's dorm, macked it slow and sweet, and have been hanging out since...unfortunately the same sporadic tendency has carried.
- Started going to Hardcore shows again with my friend Jill and ended up running into a lot of old friends- we've been hanging out since and I'm setting Jill up with a good friend of mine from the long lost group, coining myself "match-maker extraordinaire." Ex-boyfriend included in this group...He gave me the whole "I'm going to single-handedly ruin your social life and self-esteem" treatment after we broke up but I'm a chump and would love to have a "spontaneous-totally-wasn't-thinking-alcohol-induced-hotpassionatelovemaking" experience with him.
-I've taken a fondness to quotes apparently. (see last 2 bullet statements)
-I want to take a shit on Randy Moss' doorstep.
-I've been listening to far too much Radiohead lately but just can't bring myself to refuse them.
-School is dull and boring...so much that I skipped to work 8 hours the other day.
The morning waitress' newly wed husband dropped dead of a heartattack at the age of 37 just the other day. *Cue shock and sympathy* Yeah, well guess what folks. I'm starting to get tired of the whole thing. My bosses feel the fucking need to tell EVERY single customer that comes in the restaurant, regardless if they knew her or not. And the part that pisses me off the most is the stupid rehearsed look they get on their face right after they tell the person. "Yeapp (somber shake of the head) that's life for ya." Yeah, that is life for you. Stop fucking advertising someone's tragedy for a conversation starter.
That's all I got.
To give you a condensed run through of my life since my last post:
- Saw Joe at CCSU (we both had plans to go, notified eachother randomly 8 hours before and decided to meet up) ended up sleeping (the sort with Rapid Eye Movement, to be clear) with him at his friend's dorm, macked it slow and sweet, and have been hanging out since...unfortunately the same sporadic tendency has carried.
- Started going to Hardcore shows again with my friend Jill and ended up running into a lot of old friends- we've been hanging out since and I'm setting Jill up with a good friend of mine from the long lost group, coining myself "match-maker extraordinaire." Ex-boyfriend included in this group...He gave me the whole "I'm going to single-handedly ruin your social life and self-esteem" treatment after we broke up but I'm a chump and would love to have a "spontaneous-totally-wasn't-thinking-alcohol-induced-hotpassionatelovemaking" experience with him.
-I've taken a fondness to quotes apparently. (see last 2 bullet statements)
-I want to take a shit on Randy Moss' doorstep.
-I've been listening to far too much Radiohead lately but just can't bring myself to refuse them.
-School is dull and boring...so much that I skipped to work 8 hours the other day.
The morning waitress' newly wed husband dropped dead of a heartattack at the age of 37 just the other day. *Cue shock and sympathy* Yeah, well guess what folks. I'm starting to get tired of the whole thing. My bosses feel the fucking need to tell EVERY single customer that comes in the restaurant, regardless if they knew her or not. And the part that pisses me off the most is the stupid rehearsed look they get on their face right after they tell the person. "Yeapp (somber shake of the head) that's life for ya." Yeah, that is life for you. Stop fucking advertising someone's tragedy for a conversation starter.
That's all I got.
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