Twenty-Four

Thanksgiving break was kind of bland and sad. So, I will not bore those who read this blog with the details. Tuesday Night I did hang out with the lovely Krystal. We drove around and played with puppies. Aka, it was an awesome time. I also saw the movie Enchanted which was completely fantastically. I completely fell in love with Gisele, who my mother said she was the most eccentric princess, was just like me. I also spent a lot of time working on my Zionism Achad Ha’am Report and the shiny new face of The Core. But I will cut the fat of this entry and only leave the things that are of most interest and ridiculousness. Do not worry, I have oodles of pictures.

Friday I did a lot of research on Achad Ha’am and through different coding sites trying to figure what was the most dynamic code to write Dj profiles in. Mother and I had a lovely dinner together. Since our Thanksgiving wasn’t that good, we made our own. There was Turkey, stuffing, potatoes, cranberries, and rolls. It was la-la-lovely. I was in heaven. Around 8:30 I headed out for Mike’s house since it was our plan to go to the Museum and early Saturday Morning. I was so happy to see Michael. We, as I have mentioned in previous entries, have this strange yet very strong bond. Seeing his face just adds to the happiness in my life. The moment I arrived (seriously Mike and I were unpacking my stuff) Nick and Dane pulled up in a car.

The men folk talked as I read more about Achad Ha’am. Achad Ha’am is my favorite Zionist thinker. I feel like he is the most rational of all the Zionist thinkers. From what I have read (The Wrong Way, Jewish State, His Letter to Pinkster) he seemed to just want the Jews to come together culturally since he felt they would not be able to come together as a nation until that happened. But now I am going on a tangent. Apparently there was a part as Dan ____’s House. Lets be honest the call of free alcohol and old friends is too much for men in their 20s to ignore, so we were off.

Dan ___ has the most beautiful house. The fridge is seriously the size of my bed. There were a lot of people I knew there and some I didn’t know. Dominique always greets me with, "Where my chicken wings at." This always brightens my day. It was nice to meet and talk to people. J-Jay made this weird mixture of alcohol. It has limes and lemons and berries in it. Over all it made me feel strange, though through the grape vine I heard it tasted very good. Strangely enough I saw someone form my Imperial Russian class. Small world, ne? After enough fun was had at the party, and certain hi jinx which I will not mention in this blog for the safety of myself and others will not be mentioned. Nick and Dane wanted to get Philly Cheese-Steaks and me being the only sober one was asked to drive to Philadelphia. I have never driven in Philadelphia and I am certain my mother strictly forbade me from driving in Philadelphia, but Michael can simply talk me into anything (sans anal sex or him inserting his balls into any of my or orifices), so here I was driving to Philadelphia.

So, here I am in my little silver Rav-4 with Michael, Dane, Nick, and Tyler jam packed into my car. I spent half the trip being nervous and making semi-wrong turns that I corrected last minute. With a deep sigh of relief from me, we finally arrived at our destination without a problem. We went to Geno's, it is shiny and practically made out of neon-lights and fat. Sometimes I wish I were a man so I could indulge in such fatty decadence. I had no idea that me driving to Philadelphia would entail me freezing while waiting for fat that I would not be enjoying. I spent most of the time freezing, and thinking that my car was going to get ass-raped by hoodlums. Since, I am obviously the most RATIONAL PERSON EVAR. Tyler was nice enough to buy me a Diet Cola and let me have some of his cheese fries. I was rather content. Finally I was able to head home, drop everyone off, and leave my care safe and sound in front of Michael's house. The night ended with Michael, Tyler, and I watching various videos of two-legged dogs. It was amazing. Don’t doubt me.

Saturday Michael and I went to the Mutter Museum. It was amazing. It was filled with all sorts of things that most people would find disgusting. I found it thrilling, since it was filled with: body parts, skeletons, dead babies in jars, and more. Call me morbid, I am a disgusting person. I left the museum with a distinct craving for bone marrow, if that makes me any more sickening to you. But I personally adored it, and I am glad I am dating such a boy who can enjoy such things with me.

Michael took me to a dinner at the mall (how romantic) and got me this “Japanese-styled” chicken and rice along with an Orange Julius. I was happy enough. Then I spent hours working on my paper, with little movement. Achad Ha’am and The Core will be the Death of me. Then came Nick’s party, which ended up being a gather of Michael, Dane, Drew, Joe, Jordan, Nick, Tyler, and of course yours truly. I genuinely had a lot of fun. It was the first time I allowed myself to be peer-pressured into drinking, and it lead to me eventually getting tipsy. But I am a responsible young adult, and did not drink for several hours before so we got the fuck home. Before all that, I played drinking games, Dress got dropped on the keg, and Dane passed out. That pretty much summarizes the night.

SATURDAY PICTURE DUMP:

Dane is ready to party. He has his party pants on.

Idk, this pic is EPIC.

I suck at guitar hero more than old people suck at computers. WHATEVER.

Before Drew was dropped. =/

It was right about now when things began to go wrong.
Dane passed out, Michael Laughing, and Joe posing. Greatest picture ever...Y/Y!

One can never have enough pictures of Dane passed out. Especially since how in his passed out state he got from point A to point B.

THE END

Sunday was filled with Achad Ha’am, family dinner, and a family freak out. Since I am trying to be nice I will not rely Michael’s family problems on the internets. See you next weekend.

Twenty - Three

Michael and I had a very simple weekend. So do not think this entry is *super*.

Friday

Michael, Dane, Jordan and I went to Philadelphia to see Control. It was a very well done film about Joy Division's Ian Curtis. I really enjoyed the style of which it was done. But it made me think Ian Curtis was a pussy =/. We walked around and got Chinese Food at thing really lovely Chinese Food Restaurant. That is practically it. Sorry. I have been doing a lot of work lately and that means less fun-fun time.


Saturday:

Dane and Joe came over Michael's house. There was drinking, dirty talk, and we watched That Thing You Do on VH1. Instead of talking about this weekend, I am just going to show you pictures. Oh and this weekend was the weekend some bitch at the Salon fucked up my hair.

Enjoy:

Ten

I was a complete wreck Friday. For one thing, I had nothing to wear. Now sure, you may say to me, "Tricia, you have more clothes then the entire population Burma, when it existed." But I would simply reply, "Well, that is not enough." I live by one rule, and one rule alone, Always be fabulous. And, I am. I ended up just packing a ridiculous, unnecessary amount of clothes so I could possibly put something together at Mike's house. But I got this adorable new Blue/Brown dress from the shop my mother works out, so I knew at least Friday I would look banging.

This was the first time I ever went to Mike's house not upset. Usually something happens in my life, that by Friday afternoon I am in shambles. So this time, I was able to just attack and cuddle the bitch. We went out to eat with his Dad. He is an Aquarius who likes things just so, and doesn't like spending money. He is a rather funny man, who calls his Virgoean wife a Dyke. It is kind of funny, because when I am mad/annoyed with Mike, I act a lot like his dad. I am always like, "You stupid little cunt/bitch." or, "Fuck you woman." much like his dad's "You stupid dyke, shut the fuck up." It is pretty amusing, to me anyway.

Friday night really was not filled with mystery or intrigue. We went for a walk around a lake. Just talking and holding hands. What I love about Mike and I is that we could just walk and smoke, and consider that a good time. Then after this I am not really sure what happened. Friday was too long ago at this point. But we ended up getting ice cream and talking to Mike's interesting friend. I learned that abortion could be illegal, but killing someone should be legal. Leos always bring the LoLz.

Mike and I fucked twice Friday Night. Mike is possibly the luckiest man in the world now. We had sex five times this weekend. I just want to get fucked until it feels good. I want to feel this amazing feeling that everyone else feels when they have sex. It has to be good, or else people would not do it. So, I am going to have Mike fuck me as often as possible, until I can enjoy it at least half as much as everybody else does. The first time was a lot more painful in comparison to the second. It took him only 15 minutes to get hard again. I was surprised. I really did not enjoy it. But it did not hurt as bad as it did last week. So for that I was happy. Though it did not feel good, at least it was bearable.

Saturday we were woken up early to pick up a dresser for Mike's sister Kristen. It was in Philadelphia, so we ended up spending the day there. When I look back at all the memories Mike and I have created this summer, most of them involve walking and talking. It is strange, we can have moments of comfortable silence, but these are far and few. Early in the day he said something really inconsiderate to me. Which eventually lead to me being so depressed I threw up twice. Bulimia is a hard habit to kick. But I know he did not mean it cruelly, he just does not understand what it is like to live inside my skin. I cannot except him to. I just have to realize he will never be able to comprehend what it is like having and eating disorder, and not get upset when he does not understand it. To apologize Mike did get me this lovely dress though. It is so adorable and strange. He also got me this interesting circle necklace and a unicorn necklace. He really is such a lovely guy. He has his...off moments, but nobody is perfect.

We went around town, looking for clothes for Mike. We found ourselves in a Park, wanting to have a cigarette and a chat. We ended up being attacked by two homeless people. One claiming to be a part of the foot ball team, raising money. The other one was just some cracked out homeless man with two different shoes who took Mike's cigarette. We decided it was best we peace and went to Barns and Nobles. I was looking at a Russian Vogue, and worked on my pronunciation while Mike was fucking the Computer section. He is such a geek, but that is one of the reasons I am so attracted and relate to him. We headed back home, so Mike could change out of his faggy shorts, and get a shower. Mike and I tried to have random sex in his basement. It really did not work out that well. I have never felt such pain in my life. My pussy was actually burning. BURNING. I could not even move or deal. I was sobbing hysterically. I ended up just jerking him off while crying. I cannot imagine how awkward that is for him, I mean, all he does is watch a crying like a bitch make him cum. It cannot be that sexy.

Joe, Mike and I went to this very enjoyable Mexican restaurant. The waitress ended up being one of their friends, and gave us free drinks. Which was really nice of her. While we took a walk around Haddenfield(sp?idfc), some man in a car screamed, "Man, you are a fucking bean pole." at Mike. That may be the greatest thing Mike and I have ever had screamed at us. Minus,"Hey girl, where are you going with that fine ass. Hey boy, can't you share?" I was designated driver, so once everybody was rounded up in my car we headed over to Mike's. Where the night was spent talking about this and that. It is just kind of funny, it was three men from 22-24, drinking beer, and a 19 year old girl eating a self-made sundae.

I will take this moment to totally jump off topic, and be like, WTF is with Sarah Jessica Parker

Her new commercial makes her look mad creepy and like a crack addict. Idfk, it is the shit my nightmares are made of. Do you see her eyes at the end? I kind of want to know what Covet smells like. Her last sent Lovely smelt god awful. I can't imagine how disgusting it is. It is like, are you fucking kidding me? Get the fuck out.

Mike Quote of the Moment:
"You want to get raped don't you? You little slut."

I dropped Joe and Dane off. Joe may possibly be the sweetest and well mannered boy I have ever met in my life. He was so thankful for my designated driving, when it wasn't even that big of a deal. When Mike drinks, he gets tired, which means he will say he doesn't want to fool around, but will end up becoming ridiculously horny the moment I climb into the bed. Which is something I have semi-gotten use to, but annoys the living day lights of of me. I feel like this, I get to see you three days a week. That means I want to hook up with you as soon and as much as possible.

So, I was kind of being a cunt to Mike. Because he was all ready to go to sleep, so I was getting into go to sleep mode. We turned on the Microphones and began to fuck. Despite the burning sex that happened hours before, this time only hurt a bit going again. I am not saying it was pleasurable by any standards. But it had moments of enjoyment. It was so obvious we were fucking. Mike's room is right next to his parents. The bed was noisy and the music probably did not help. This means his mother knows he took my virginity. Which is kind of weird. I am glad his mother is so non confrontational and that his father just does not give a fuck. It is strange, but literally we fucked only a few feet from his parents. Nothing makes a girl wet like knowing her boyfriend's parents can hear her getting fucked.

I slept really late Sunday, until twelve. Mike's father asked me if I drank too much. I responded, I don't drink, I just feel foul. I wanted to say I don't need to drink to feel like crap in the morning. Your son's monster cock causes me enough pain already. Our day was really simple. We did the following: got Mike flip-flops, went for a walk, ate dinner with his family, worked on the puzzle, went for a walk, and watched Rock of Love. After Rock of Love, I talked Mike into having sex with me. He is a Virgo, so he was hesitant about fucking with his entire family in the house. So I told him that we should fuck on the floor, because his bed makes too much noise. Still, with Jesus and Marychain blasting, it is pretty obvious we were up to something. But I guess attempting to hide it is more polite, even if everyone knows what you are doing. It wasn't anything ground breaking, but for the first time it was not painful at all and it was actually pleasant.

I still fear that I may be some sort of a freak, that I don't feel pleasure like normal girls. I hope my day of enjoying sex comes soon. I keep making Mike fuck me, no matter how painful it is, hoping it will start feeling good. This is so fucked up.

Music Video of the Moment:

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Photograph One taken by Samantha.