Deep Inside My Thoughts

BACKDATE _ Feb 28
Few days have been kinda eventful I suppose. I quit talking to Lotte…again… I give up this time…and its about time. Our friendship died 4 months ago, and I wonder if Elise was worth it. But yeah, she probably was. Elise was a totally different kind of friendship than Lotte…and thats what I needed at the time. Sucks things with Lotte went south, but I guess I’ll move on, won’t I? I had some fun times with LOtte…and some not so fun ones. I remember having so much fun with her so many months ago. That was forever ago. Oh well, I guess I’ll just roll with it, adapt , eching and that thing. Thats all I can do anyways.

Besides the last few days with Lotte, I have been genuinely happy. I had a blast Friday night…and Saturday night. I seldom drink anymore, and it was good to let go once again. Quite frightening how one can see contentment with a skin full of liqour. But, honnestly, I think I was having fun Friday and Saturday. I talked to a few new people, and hell, if I even talk to one of them, its probably worth it. I’m…diversifying it seems.

I still havent heard back from IUPUC yet. Didn’t imagine I would, but I had hoped so. My acceptance letter shall come soon…otherwise I must begin preparations for a forgery to show my father. I did that once in Middle School…made a report card. I dont imagine it would be any harder as long as I can get an image of the letterhead…or images to create my own. Hell…it might even be a fun task.

Well, I’m going to go watch Gladiator. I need a movie to watch for a few, until I can go to sleep. Update more later perhaps?

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Random shit from Wikipedia.org :
GAS MASKS
-Sexual Fetish
“A small but significant number of people, particularly in the United Kingdom, have a sexual fetish about gas masks. It has been hypothesized that this may be because of childhood behavioral imprinting when these devices were issued in World War II. However, this does not explain those who share this fetish who were not children during World War II. One possibility is that gas masks are for them part of a wider rubber fetishism, or that the dehumanized appearance of a person wearing a gas mask leads to erotic objectification fantasies.”

Random shit from Wikipedia.org :
GAS MASKS
-Sexual Fetish
“A small but significant number of people, particularly in the United Kingdom, have a sexual fetish about gas masks. It has been hypothesized that this may be because of childhood behavioral imprinting when these devices were issued in World War II. However, this does not explain those who share this fetish who were not children during World War II. One possibility is that gas masks are for them part of a wider rubber fetishism, or that the dehumanized appearance of a person wearing a gas mask leads to erotic objectification fantasies.”

Okay I'm going to sleep. I drank just over 1/4 of this bottle…thats 25% of 750 mL or … (does the math) or 187 mL. (goes to a conversion website) thats … 6.32 fl. oz. Wow…..half a can of soda in raw whiskey…crazy. Im gonna be so fucking hung over . I </3>

Okay I’m going to sleep. I drank just over 1/4 of this bottle…thats 25% of 750 mL or … (does the math) or 187 mL. (goes to a conversion website) thats … 6.32 fl. oz. Wow…..half a can of soda in raw whiskey…crazy. Im gonna be so fucking hung over . I

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Still drinking.

Talking to some chick on Yahoo about Forensic Pscyology…interesting how things change.

Still drinking.

Talking to some chick on Yahoo about Forensic Pscyology…interesting how things change.

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The drinking continues.

Im talking to a 27 year old chick from Austria…thats interesting

The drinking continues.

Im talking to a 27 year old chick from Austria…thats interesting

God help me, I've been listening to Zion Train for at least 30 minutes. I dont even like Bob Marley…what the fuck am I listening to this shit for? God damn. I need more music…all this shit is crap. I remember actually enjoying Dizzy Mizz Lizzy…now that god damn band has been over played by me and it doesnt give me joy to listen to it. Fuck, what I really want is for Lotte to get online…speak…and be merry. Or I could call that Lacey chick, who doesnt remember me. That might be interesting… “Hey Lacey Barker…remember me? Oh, well you were drunk and begging for phone sex, but its touching you remember. Lay off the crunnk”.

No, I won't call her. Fuck it. I've felt kinda alone the last month or so. Elise's husband came back…and even before that we never really spoke. Last time we called each other regularlly was like pre-christmas. It was a nice diversion though, and she was a really cool person. Sucks that I'll never talk to her again. But I guess, soon it wont matter. I guess in the end she did corrupt me a little. I'll miss her somewhat, but in the end, it was her the quit talking, even though she would get excited when I would call still.

*30 minutes go by*

So I just got off the phone with this Lacey chick. Lacey is this mormon from Idaho Heather used to hang out with. Last time I talked to her she was totally drunk , and seemed to be a very fun person. So I called her up tonight, and talked to her for about 30 minutes. It was quite entertaining, and I'm sure shes damning her self right now for all the personal stuff she told me. Of course she didnt remember talking to me at first, but she remembered a few things as time went on. Poor girl, if someone called me and I didnt remember them at first, I wouldnt talk , but she did. Maybe she'll call me back, maybe not, who knows, but hell, for 30 minutes I did something. She seems like a nice person though. So whatever.

Well, its been over an hour now…6 stiff crown and cokes later im feeling a little tipsy. 3 or 4 more and its bed time for me.

More if i can.