Had a big weekend.
Had a job interview.
Saw friends.
Saw Rocky Horror Picture Show live.
Didn't get any action.
Can't win 'em all.
RHPS was pretty cool. It wasn't as good as the one I saw in Boston with my schizo-ex, either in terms of cast proficiency or audience participation, but it still qualified as neat. I also got a whole bunch of free condoms that I'll probably have forever. I tested one out, just for, you know, curiosity and do you know what? The damn thing was too small! It was so damn tight I couldn't even unroll it, and ol' Master was sore the whole day! I keep forgetting that that "one-size-fits-all" shit usually doesn't apply to me in ANY sense. I hope they make 'em for us "genitally enhanced" people. Otherwise, I may NEVER score!
Anyway, let's get to the meat (huh huh) of this entry. I visited my evil undergrad school. It was Parent's Weekend, so few people I knew were around, which is consistant with my luck. Oddly though, I really didn't feel like I belonged there. Granted, that's nothing new. I felt like that my first day as a freshman, but this was a bit more profound. Sure, I'll probably be seeing my friends from there some more. Hell, I'll be seeing them in nightmares until I get some serious psychoanalysis and finally put those four horrible years behind me. Nevertheless, I felt like I shan't be returning to Grove City College.
Why did I come to this conclusion? I've got some theories. For one thing, I've finally given up on a female friend who I have been semi-surrepticiously lusting over for some time. First I found out tht she was STILL with a young man who was even more of a sadistic, evil son of a bitch than the one my ex-girlfriend-turned-evil-backstabbing-'ho hooked up with (she had visited GCC the weekend before me, BTW) so that was a bummer. Then the next day I found out that she broke up with him (again) but that she wouldn't consider hooking up with me because of my relationship with my ex-girlfriend-turned-evil-backstabbing-'ho with whom she was still good friends. DAMMIT! That evil bitch is continuing to ruin my life!! AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGH!!!
But I'm not bitter.
It's just as well, though. It's not like we had any chance, seeing as I'm going to God knows where and she lives in Virginia. Still, the fantasy kept me going. Now I have nothing...nothing...except my right hand.
I also found out that one of my friends, who has known me for THREE years, thinks that my primary impetus for getting a chick is to get laid. How the hell did she get that idea?? If all I wanted was sex, I'd be happy 'cause that's EASY to get, but I'm NICE and that's my downfall because I'm looking for a little more. If you're THAT interested, look at previous entries, slackmaster.
The last reason is entirely inscrutable. I just don't feel like going back, unless it's at the head of a tank column. Maybe it's because I'm just about done here at Penn State. Maybe it's because I officially have no chance of scoring at GCC anymore. Maybe I just turned sane. Whatever. I shall not return except for a damn good reason.
I gotta find some Me-sized condoms.