i just told the biggest lie

today i feel: kind of hungry
today i'm hearing: elliott smith--satellite
today i'm thinking: oy vay...

Every Conversation I Ever Have With My Roommate's Boyfriend Ever
by kirius blonde, age 19
Boyfriend: Oh. Hey. Uh...hey. Kiri. Hey.
Kiri: Hi, Matt.
Boyfriend: How's, uh... How's your weekend? Uh, been?
Kiri: Fine.
Boyfriend: Cool. Uh...yeah. Cool.
Kiri: ...How was yours?
Boyfriend: Oh! It was...yeah. It was good. Pretty good.
Kiri: That's good.
Boyfriend: Uh...yeah. It was good. (Chelsea walks in.) Uh...Chelsea? Wasn't it good? It was good, right?
Chelsea: Yeah! It was good! We went to this really cool town about forty miles away... (Proceeds to talk about weekend. Boyfriend stops talking to Kiri for the remainder of the evening.)


This. This is why I don't like Matt coming over. That and the fact that he can be a TOTAL DOUCHEBAG. Sorry, Chelsea. But it's true. At least he is to me. That, and every time he does something gross and coupley with Chelsea, he gives me this look, this...'Guess what I'm doing that you can't do' sort of look. It's possessive. And weird. He's weird. Le sigh.

My belly hurts. And I'm kind of hungry. Because I couldn't bring myself to consume the horrifically dry chicken the dining hall had to offer. I'll probably fill the void of my belly with delicious cupcakes. Mmm mmm. Cupcakes.

Mum and Aunt Patti were here this weekend. They attempted to fill the hole in my heart left by a lack of Paige and the Osburns (coming soon to a music hall near you!), but we didn't have any massive fights, which was very surprising considering my verifiable breakdown in the shrink's office last Friday. Long story. Please don't ask. But we went to lunch with Clarky and Randy and we talked about theatre and classes and bullshit and things like that and it was okay. Yeah. It was okay. Someday I will get along with my mother again. Someday.

I went to this really cool place called Fusion Ultra Lounge. They have pomegranate mojitos. They have 'nosh'. It is way too cool for school. Everyone there I was with was significantly older than me and I felt very, very young with my pineapple juice and barbeque chicken pizza, but that's okay. I don't mind being the baby too much. Just sometimes. I think it bothers Randy more than it bothers me, but I accepted the fact that I was born at the age of forty a looooong ago.

I'm getting that cupcake. It needs to happen.