Friday night Pinot Grigio fueled conversation:
Me: I am screwed. Actually, "not screwed at all" would be the correct statement.
Gay Mike: No one at uni?
Me: Oh yeah! Gay guys and straight girls. I am so lucky.
GM: And what about gay girls?
Me: Actually, and something tells me you will agree, I find that, in the long term, girls somehow lack the right equipment.
GM: True... But you could still have fun with a girl and a strap-on?
Me: Mike, would YOU have sex with a girl and a strap-on?
GM: No!!!
Me: There. We understand eachother.
Monday, 29 September 2008
Wednesday, 24 September 2008
Questions
Where are all the cute guys I saw at enrolment?
Seriously, where did they disappear?
And why are there only two "male" specimens in my course? An old, fat balding one, a gay Italian one, and way too many bitchy females, is that a sort of bad joke?
And is that wrong to think one of the lecturers is sort of easy on the eye? And shouldn't I have smiled when he greated me with the "up and down" look I usually only get in bars?
Ok. I know the answer to that one. Bad Lilith, bad!
Well, I guess I will have to attend most of the social events in order to meet more appropriate targets. First one tomorrow.
Too bad...
Seriously, where did they disappear?
And why are there only two "male" specimens in my course? An old, fat balding one, a gay Italian one, and way too many bitchy females, is that a sort of bad joke?
And is that wrong to think one of the lecturers is sort of easy on the eye? And shouldn't I have smiled when he greated me with the "up and down" look I usually only get in bars?
Ok. I know the answer to that one. Bad Lilith, bad!
Well, I guess I will have to attend most of the social events in order to meet more appropriate targets. First one tomorrow.
Too bad...
Sunday, 21 September 2008
Bree
I've got no nails left. Probably no lungs either for that matter. My stomach is torturing me.
And even if I came back home at five this morning after a night at Barfly, by 1pm today, I had done laundry, food shopping for a week, cleaned The House from top to bottom, including the washing up accumulated while I was away (of course), dyied my hair, and baked a cake.
The Housemates were staring open-mouthed, wondering what had hit me, since I'm usually a Sunday couch-potato professional.
Ok, I'm stressed, and I'm doing a Bree Vanderkamp to keep me from being stressed. It doesn't work, but at least it gets things done.
It's ridiculous, I know, millions of people start uni every year. But even if it's something I feel I really want, until quite recently and from as far as I can remember, if people had told me I was going to study I would have rolled on the floor out of laugher.
That's probably the most disturbing bit for me now, and all of this is coming up the day before enrolment. Nice.
I think I'm going to prune the hedge.
And even if I came back home at five this morning after a night at Barfly, by 1pm today, I had done laundry, food shopping for a week, cleaned The House from top to bottom, including the washing up accumulated while I was away (of course), dyied my hair, and baked a cake.
The Housemates were staring open-mouthed, wondering what had hit me, since I'm usually a Sunday couch-potato professional.
Ok, I'm stressed, and I'm doing a Bree Vanderkamp to keep me from being stressed. It doesn't work, but at least it gets things done.
It's ridiculous, I know, millions of people start uni every year. But even if it's something I feel I really want, until quite recently and from as far as I can remember, if people had told me I was going to study I would have rolled on the floor out of laugher.
That's probably the most disturbing bit for me now, and all of this is coming up the day before enrolment. Nice.
I think I'm going to prune the hedge.
Friday, 19 September 2008
So, I'm back in London.
Lately, the above sentence seems to show up here with a certain recurrence. This being said, it's nice to get out of the city once in a while, just for the pleasure of coming back, and it probably won't happen again anytime soon since I'm starting uni on Monday.
The initial excitement has been replaced by a sort of irrational fear. Of course, the nightmares I've been having recently involving a bunch of eighteen years olds laughing at me and pointing out my (invisible) wrinkles don't help...
Call me vain, but I can't help to recall how fucked up we were back then.
Not that things got that much better since.
See for yourself: I've just accepted to go on a date in a few weeks time with a bloke I met at the Ikea "restaurant" yesterday.
Well, he's charming, literate, well traveled, exactly my type physically speaking, but, there are a few buts.
But number 1: He's French. This is not racism, but seeing my previous experience regarding French guys, you know where my reluctance comes from. Well, I'm not going to blame an entire nation for one arsehole's shitty behaviour, am I?
But number 2: He's a decade older than me. Actually, that's not exactly a problem as far as I'm concerned, but I wonder what he would see in me?
But number 3: He's a divorcee. That's unexplored territory for me (as far as I know...).
But number 4: He's got a son. Wow, now, that's a massive but. The maternal instinct hasn't knocked at my door yet, actually, it hasn't even been in my neighbourhood, and I. simply. do. not. like. children. As I say on a weekly basis; come on guys, use a condom!
So why did I say yes?
I've been thinking about it last night (instead of getting my beauty sleep), and as I said, he's my type, charming, literate, etc...
And maybe I'm a tiny little bit desperate?
Arrogant German cancelled his trip to London, and if you ask me, that's for the best. But, meanwhile, I haven't got any action in erm, a very long time, and it is starting to get to me. A few days ago, as I was passing through the city OG now lives in, I seriously considered calling him "for old times' sake". The only thing that saved me from doing it was his facebook update: OG is in Shangai. Lucky escape.
But I know I won't last long. And I seriously can't start jumping on innocent students from Monday, can I?
Lately, the above sentence seems to show up here with a certain recurrence. This being said, it's nice to get out of the city once in a while, just for the pleasure of coming back, and it probably won't happen again anytime soon since I'm starting uni on Monday.
The initial excitement has been replaced by a sort of irrational fear. Of course, the nightmares I've been having recently involving a bunch of eighteen years olds laughing at me and pointing out my (invisible) wrinkles don't help...
Call me vain, but I can't help to recall how fucked up we were back then.
Not that things got that much better since.
See for yourself: I've just accepted to go on a date in a few weeks time with a bloke I met at the Ikea "restaurant" yesterday.
Well, he's charming, literate, well traveled, exactly my type physically speaking, but, there are a few buts.
But number 1: He's French. This is not racism, but seeing my previous experience regarding French guys, you know where my reluctance comes from. Well, I'm not going to blame an entire nation for one arsehole's shitty behaviour, am I?
But number 2: He's a decade older than me. Actually, that's not exactly a problem as far as I'm concerned, but I wonder what he would see in me?
But number 3: He's a divorcee. That's unexplored territory for me (as far as I know...).
But number 4: He's got a son. Wow, now, that's a massive but. The maternal instinct hasn't knocked at my door yet, actually, it hasn't even been in my neighbourhood, and I. simply. do. not. like. children. As I say on a weekly basis; come on guys, use a condom!
So why did I say yes?
I've been thinking about it last night (instead of getting my beauty sleep), and as I said, he's my type, charming, literate, etc...
And maybe I'm a tiny little bit desperate?
Arrogant German cancelled his trip to London, and if you ask me, that's for the best. But, meanwhile, I haven't got any action in erm, a very long time, and it is starting to get to me. A few days ago, as I was passing through the city OG now lives in, I seriously considered calling him "for old times' sake". The only thing that saved me from doing it was his facebook update: OG is in Shangai. Lucky escape.
But I know I won't last long. And I seriously can't start jumping on innocent students from Monday, can I?
Thursday, 11 September 2008
Student, moi?
Long time no blog. I know I should give myself a tap on the hand in the "Bad Lilith, baaaad!" way, but I just haven't had time to do even that.
My laptop has finally given up on life (to be honest, I'm sort of pleased with the outcome, since it had been nagging me for months, refusing to cooperate, and many times has been very close to win a free one-way flight ticket through my window).
I've also been very busy, mainly applying for universities courses via clearing. And against all the odds, it paid off!
I'm starting very soon, and need to:
-fly back home get the originals of my various diplomas for enrolment,
-incidentally visit the family, you know, just to be nice,
-argue for hours on end to convince them that that career choice of mine is a good thing (and as a result of it, get the funds...),
-clean out Ikea of its furniture, since I might be in serious need of things, you know, like a desk for example...
The good news; I get to stay in the Big Smoke for at least two more years and will, if everything goes well, get the exact degree I wished I had for quite a while now.
The bad news; as an undergraduate mature student, I'm going to spend most of my days surrounded by 18 years-old.
I shared that concern with Gay Mike yesterday and he had that incredible answer: "You know when I was eighteen, I still wasn't out, and if I had met you then I'm sure I would have felt completely in love with you."
Ta, darling, knowing that I'll spend two years helping young closet students come out is so comforting...
I've got amazing friends, really.
More about the rest later, will try to update during or after freshers' week. Time to pack.
My laptop has finally given up on life (to be honest, I'm sort of pleased with the outcome, since it had been nagging me for months, refusing to cooperate, and many times has been very close to win a free one-way flight ticket through my window).
I've also been very busy, mainly applying for universities courses via clearing. And against all the odds, it paid off!
I'm starting very soon, and need to:
-fly back home get the originals of my various diplomas for enrolment,
-incidentally visit the family, you know, just to be nice,
-argue for hours on end to convince them that that career choice of mine is a good thing (and as a result of it, get the funds...),
-clean out Ikea of its furniture, since I might be in serious need of things, you know, like a desk for example...
The good news; I get to stay in the Big Smoke for at least two more years and will, if everything goes well, get the exact degree I wished I had for quite a while now.
The bad news; as an undergraduate mature student, I'm going to spend most of my days surrounded by 18 years-old.
I shared that concern with Gay Mike yesterday and he had that incredible answer: "You know when I was eighteen, I still wasn't out, and if I had met you then I'm sure I would have felt completely in love with you."
Ta, darling, knowing that I'll spend two years helping young closet students come out is so comforting...
I've got amazing friends, really.
More about the rest later, will try to update during or after freshers' week. Time to pack.
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