It seems that college is the place where I learn more than just sociology and math and such. It seems that I am learning lessons on keeping one-night stands exactly that: ONE NIGHT stands. This is the easiest and probably most logical rule that I have ever learned (but I can be forgiven since I have already confessed to having absolutely no common sense): Don’t give a one nighter your phone number!!!! Yes, it was originally given as a way to find each other easier, but it has now become a tool for the Too Clingy One-Night Stand to call and wake me up completely unexpectedly and ask how I’ve been. Holy shit! It’s not as if I can tell him to his face.. er over the phone, “Yeah, hey, Trick, lose my number. Have a nice day!” so I have to be nice to him and make it as awkward as possible for him by giving one word / sentence answers and / or long silences. That was a disaster. Ugh. Now I just have to remember to block his email. How do I block his calls? GAH!!!!!
I know this sounds like typical idealistic youth writing, but I am seriously considering the Peace Corps after college. I do have an interest in human events and while I am not too crazy about living in conditions worse than these [ghetto dorms], I think I would take away a bit more than it takes from me. I’m not too sure about the pre-requisites. I should check. I wonder where I would want to go. I already speak Spanish so somewhere in South America would be cool. Argentina, “Don’t Cry For Me, Argentina”. hahah. Wow, that was the gayest I’ve been since… actually. No, never mind. Yesterday I was at the gym working out to the “Dreamgirls” soundtrack. Seriously. I was on a treadmill lip synching to Jennifer Hudson singing “And I’m Telling You I’m Not Going,” and I’m pretty sure the hot guy in front of me on a rowing machine was singing Britney. Wow, all we needed was a drag queen and I’m pretty sure we would have been in Castro.
And I Am Telling You I’m Not Going…
Don’t Cry For Me, Argentina
Now that I am talking about important human issues, I should mention I’m thinking of coming back to NorCal during the summer for the San Francisco AIDS walk. I’m not sure yet. I know I want to, I’m just not sure about the logistics of organizing it with my parents and friends and everything. I’m not even sure my parents would even be too thrilled about me wanting to do it (anything that even smells of gay makes them uncomfortable). It would be fun. Bring a few of my friends with me and make a weekend of it. I do love San Francisco.
HAPPY 4/20!! I don’t know how you plan on celebrating or mourning, but either way, YAY!
Okay, I’m gone. Goodnight, Moon.
