I should be at Pennsic right now. I should be drinking good single malt scotch or homemade irish cream and carousing with other silly fencer types at the KW Rapier Party. And if my past track record be any indication, I'd be preparing in about 3.5 hours for some serious air mattress action to round out the evening.

That would explain my cat-in-heat attitude right now... somehow the body knows I'm supposed to be subjected to every conceivable metrological extreme and exhaustion and sleep deprivation and constant intoxication because right now I should be at Pennsic.

Anyways, you need to identify the problem before you can deal with it... and even if dealing with it is beyond your means... at least knowing what the root of the problem is makes you feel like you've accomplished something.

I went out last night, classic faghag style, was mostly fun. Somehow SA decided that he would take little sips of our drinks, he who never drinks, and I've decided he's a clingly, obsessive, possessive, grabby drunk. What makes it so bad is he decided to get all clingy etc on me... and um, dude you're gay, gimme a break. We're on the dance floor and everytime I turn around he's bumping and grinding and rubbing up on me. I don't mind that dancing sometimes, but a) the jeans i was wearing last night were a little tight in the thigh for dirty dancing, b) it was hot in the club and I really didn't feel like being that close to anyone and c) he was in my personal space and it was bad energy that i didn't want to be exposed to. He's got shit going on in his head, and I refuse to let him drag me into his drama-ridden life!

I saw a bunch of folks that I hadn't seen in awhile, and found myself all ready to flirt with the cute straight door guy... until something about him struck me as familiar... then he asked him his last name and sure enough, it was the little brother of a fruhead. We'd actually just seen each other at FRFF, but because it was out of context it didn't connect at first.

Typical... *snort* he's 23... well, turning 24 in a few weeks but still... he's a wee-un, and well... he's her little brother!!! that's just wrong on so many accounts... *grumble*

I've been pretty bored this week. Just goes to show how much I depended on PCL & T to entertain me an occupy my time. I should be using this week to get out and do things on my own, and I kinda have. Going out last night was something I needed... faghag clubbing as opposed to goth clubbing. i forgot how much I'd missed it.

Anyway, I'm tired so I'm going to bed... but thought I'd update since its been awhile and I know you all just dying to know what's going on in my life.

CA still hasn't called. Goth club boy hasn't called me back. And I have reason to believe the DJ is now engaged. I'm battin' 1000 here. Sleep time now. Maybe I'll hit the gym tomorrow.

DLand Notes, for the DLand In-Crowd

Recap

update - 2004-02-27
Worried... still - 2004-01-24
worried, slightly - 2004-01-23
pathetic entry #221212 - 2004-01-09
Checking In And Stuff - 2003-11-30

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