(9:15 a.m.)Well, as of today, I am officially 20 years old. I'm so impressed, I could vomit. Yeah, I meant to do some sort of celebration, but it's kind of hard when you and everyone you know is trying to juggle college/a job/a life. Maybe I'll see about Katie, Dirk and I doing something.
Yesterday was dull. I showed Dirk a transcript of my conversation with Roachboy...he thought it was hilarious. I'm sorry. I just got horribly sick of Roachboy's overbearing attitude and smugness. He's pathetic, he hasn't done anything worthwhile since he moved to North Carolina, other than trying to find a girlfriend from the local High School populace. And I don't really count exercises in pedophilia as worthwhile.
I'm rid of him and his guilt trips now, though. Can you imagine? He told me I don't have the right to have a low opinion of men because I cheated on him. Therefore, I suppose we can either assume that I'm A) scum not worthy of having any opinions whatsover besides thinking that Roachboy is a Great Man that I betrayed and I should crawl so that he may rain more smugness down upon me. Or that I'm B) a slut, who would not turn away any man who wanted me, much less have a low opinion of them in general. I'm sick of A, so let's stick with B.
So I reminded him that his girlfriend before me had been so low on self esteem that she'd actually agreed to let him cheat on her. He took advantage of this girl's niavete just so he could get laid. Oh, yes. He's a much better person than I could ever be. I sincerely doubt I'd have outright attacked him, however, had he not called me an "evil cunt" and a "back-stabbing hypocrite". No, Roachboy, you're missing the definition again. See, a hypocrite is someone who says one thing and does another. If I had, say, cheated on you and then told everyone that cheating is wrong, only bad people do it, the truly moral will never do it, and then pretended I'd never done it, I'd be a hypocrite.
That didn't happen, did it?
I just don't like being called names. Granted, I was being unkind to him before he called me those names, but honestly, what did he expect?. He fucking asks to talk to me, then proceeds to detail the trials and tribulations of his latest ex. I'm so sure I care. I'm so sure all the shit she went through as a child matters to me. Hello, Roachboy.....everyone went through hell as a child. Everyone was abused, molested, not given a pony for their birthday, whatever. It doesn't automatically make you a better person. In fact, it sometimes makes you more likely to be an asshole, since you've got such a lousy example to work from.
I think the only person I know who had a good childhood was Roachboy, and I'm of the belief that he should have been beaten on a regular basis.
Okay. No more Roachboy. Unless he crawls back (which, depending upon how lonely he gets may happen). Then I'll detail how I stomp his face in verbally, yet again. But, as it is, I think he's blocked me from his "Buddy List". At least, I'm hoping so.
I was dead for classes yesterday, but I dragged myself to them. I guess I'm getting a sort of ethic for this sort of thing. Had I not spent so much time telling Roachboy off, I could have gotten more sleep, but there you go.
In case I didn't mention it before, I'm not doing retro-entries anymore. Mainly because I really don't think you want a blow-by-blow account of my classes, and on Monday, and Wednesday evenings, I do homework and watch the X-files. I could give you a blow-by-blow account of each re-run that I watch....but that's a lot of effort.
Dirk's supposed to get me my "real" birthday present this week-end, though he won't tell me what it is. He says he may get me a smaller birthday present today, as a sort of interem gift. Me, I'm hoping for the kitty-kat with wings that he promised to buy me years ago. I don't really lean towards practicality when asking for stuff.
I had a dream last night, that I was engaged to this guy(not Dirk)....he bought me a ring with three diamonds on it, with rubies along the sides. Unfortunately, he decided to do the engraving himself, with a power drill. In the course of the engraving, the rubies started falling out, but he didn't notice. So, he presented me with a badly mangled ring, and I pretended to be thrilled.
I don't dream as often anymore, and I don't get the really scary ones....at least that I remember. It'll probably start right back up soon, though.
Right now, Alex is planning to go on a trip to South America....good. Maybe he'll get killed. What is he going to do in South America, anyway? Get some tropical disease?
Dirk's supposed to come over tonight with the last two episodes of SouthPark. I'm not sure what else I'm doing, though. Homework, most likely.
(11:52)Well, it was a bit more eventful than I expected.
My mother and I went to a Weight Watcher's meeting, so she could join. We ran into Katie's Mom, who proceeded to sit with us. I had to leave my mother there, because it was already 7:40 by the time the meeting was finished, and she had to stay afterwards since she'd just joined that night. I'd told Dirk I'd see him at 7:30, and didn't want to make him wait too long in the dark.
Sure enough, he was there when I got home. He'd gotten me amaretto chocolate cherry flavored ice cream. Good thing I hurried home, so it didn't melt. He was even nice enough to feed the cats for me, since it's my birthday.
We watched three episodes of South Park at once (one of which I'd already seen), I ate my ice cream, and we went online. I spent a lot of time skirting danger by discussing blow jobs with C--. So sue me! It was the only way I could get him to open up a bit.
The more I think about it, the sadder that is. Anyway, Dirk got mock-upset. It's amazing how little he really minds my friendship with C--. If the positions were reversed, I don't mind saying that I'd be spitting mad!