Log vs Log

Okay I've thought it over. I've decided that occasionally, maybe even once a week, I'll put up a more "log like" peak at what I've been up to. I might even put up stuff I keep in my regular diary...Oh fascinating stuff right?

To kick things off I decided to post up something from the olden days. I thought about putting a journal entry from more recent times, but then I thought how much more interesting contrast is.

What I've learned? While the days and places haven't changed all that much, the stuff between them totally have.

Here we go.

The GF, a few summers ago.

DAY ONE
9 p.m.: Preparing for house party I somehow tricked myself into setting up. Parties are probably the last thing I should be up to, but when do I ever do what I'm supposed to? Besides, it's nice to actually be spending a ridiculous amount of time (45 minutes) on my appearance instead of my usual smudged eyeliner and tussled hair rushing out of the door.
10:52 p.m.: BF arrives at the party and definitely appreciates the effort, stealing kisses and whispering "I can't wait to maul you later" into my ear. I pretend like I don't hear him so he says it again. I do that to him a lot, I'm surprised he's not annoyed with it already.
3:45 a.m.: Exhausted. Everyone needs to leave. Beer bottles, cigarettes everywhere. Floor sticky and gross. Crawl into bed to be promptly "mauled".

DAY TWO
1:36 p.m.: OVERSLEPT. Crap! I was supposed to go to the bank. I was also supposed to meet up with my parents about some stuff. It's just too cozy in bed. The curled up ball snoring next to me makes me think of a movie who's title now eludes me. I decide to quietly sneak out of bed and TRY to get ready to rush for that meet with the parents without waking the ball.
1:45 p.m. Plan pleasantly backfires as he finds his way between my legs. Ah my parents should have had other kids. BF is quite the mover.
1:51 p.m.: !!!.
3:30 p.m.: Finally meet up with parents. They are on their way to the movies. I don't hug them. I smell like someone who's been getting laid A LOT. My dad asks if I'd been out running. I say, "yes."

DAY THREE
2:30 p.m.: Overslept again. Late lunch with the BF. Settling into the long-silences-are-okay phase of relationship. Probably a fave part that so rarely makes it. Also, surprisingly okay is unbrushed post-booty hair. Now that's a look, huh?
4:57 p.m.: Slaving over a hot oven, roasting brisket and potatoes. Sweating. I hope I followed the recipe alright. I hope I don't look like a swamp creature from all the sweating. Sadly, no one is home yet to confirm or deny this possibility.
8:10 p.m.: Best friend–comments about how gay a couple we are. "You guys are always together! SO GAY!" I then make a joke about how she might have some latent issues...she gets quiet. Maybe I went too far?
1:23 a.m.: The bed is too loud. Afterward BF curls up besides me, wraps me up in his arms, and kisses my forehead. I can't help but think about the gay comment. The BF thinks it's hilarious. Then he says, "I wish I could quit you."

DAY FOUR
8:45 a.m.: Panic on the road to ________. I am going to be fifteen minutes late yet again. I console myself with the fact I am unpaid — the joys of the manipulatively cheap and disposable black market of volunteer work. Sweatshops have nothing on that racket.
12:10 p.m.: Counting the days till vacation. It's not coming soon enough.
5:55 p.m. _______ is boring me to death. Dirty text message arrives unexpectedly from the BF. I like him a hell of a lot. Instantly want to demonstrate my affections with an unsolicited BJ.

DAY FIVE
1:46 p.m.: Make small talk at __________ with a guy I had a short fling with ages ago. Surprised at how awkward this isn't. He suggests some really great bands, he smiles a lot, and I get a really calm vibe about him. I remember why we used to date.
1:53 p.m.: I also remember what a terrible lay he was. Thank God for not having to relive it, and count my blessings for the cool dirty lovin' I am having with a guy who's crazy about me.
Midnight: Date night ends with me on top and under to the left of my guy. Despite having a weekend full of getting it on, we are going at it like we haven't done it in ages. After 45 minutes of the nasty nasty, my BF tells me he's never been so deyhydrated and happy his entire life. :)

DAY SIX
1:07 p.m.: I kick ass. Assignments that is.
8:12 p.m.: Exhausted after long day of mind-numbing classes. Sitting in room full of people who take coffee too seriously, I come to the conclusion that the world will hardly change because I exist or cease to exist.
8:14 p.m.: I amuse myself by envisioning everyone in the group having sex. It doesn't take long for me to realize how awkward and disturbing this game is and abandon it. Yeah, I'm to never mix business with my messed up way of thinking again. EVER. Surveying the room, so far, so good.

DAY SEVEN
8:03 a.m.: Last day of classes before the weekend. Snooze for twenty minutes. YAY!
9:15 a.m.: Walking up ______ I wonder if the "I'm home safe" text messages my boy and I send each other after solo nights are sweet or co-dependent. Also wonder when we will go to _________.
6:15 p.m.: Dinner at _______ with a girlfriend. It feels like she's always trying to get me to say stuff. I don't think she's mentioned anything about her plans for the weekend or week--ever. When she does decide to finally talk, I'm too engrossed in my own thoughts. Dunno if I'm ready to live with the BF.
6:24 p.m.: After brief status updates on our respective relationships, I realize I am not ready(the move in thing), but decide to tell the waiter we are ready to order after all. Hey a girl has to eat right? _____ comments about how much better my life is compared to her's. I wish she'd quit that.

Total: 4 acts of intercourse; one dirty text message; one group-sex fantasy; one less-awkward-than-planned discussion with ex, one more odd conversation with best girlfriend.

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The GF sometime this month:

DAY ONE
9 p.m.: Reading a book. I was going to blog, but I really want to finish this book up soon.
10:52 p.m.: BF is still playing videogames. I can hear him talking to the TV. I tell him to turn it down a little, I can't read with the noise.
12:45 a.m.: Time to sleep. BF kisses me good night and says we'll see each other tomorrow.

DAY TWO
6:36 a.m.: Wake up. It's too early. I'm so tired of waking up at this ungodly hour. I'm not going to eat. I play with the idea of dressing for work before I go to sleep. Maybe it would leave me more time to rest as opposed to rushing the dressing in the morning on drowzy drowzy limbs.
7:45 a.m. There's no traffic yet. Everyone goes into work at exactly 2 till 8.
11:51 p.m.: God, I want lunch. SOOOOOO bad. Maybe I should eat breakfast.
3:30 p.m.: Get a text from BF. He's having lunch with friends. He'll be over later, if nothing else happens. Looks like I'm going to eat dinner alone.

DAY THREE
2:30 p.m.: I'm tickled pink about the worst possible thing. Someone stole my boss's car. Can't be good karma for me, but it's his own fault for parking where he does. Mister can't be bothered with walking.
5:57 p.m.: I want to go home. Where are my ruby slippers?
8:10 p.m.: Run into former best friend at the store. She acts like I don't exist. Hmm...
11:53 p.m.: BF calls me. Says the guys and him were watching DVDs and talking about old times. He tells me he misses and loves me. I tell him I ran into _____ at the store. He says he's got some dirt on her. I tell him to shush. We say goodnight.

DAY FOUR
8:02 a.m.: Rain has slowed everyone down. WTF people?!
12:10 p.m.: Lunched at home. Checking stuff online too. Looks like the price for airfare isn't going to get any cheaper. Fuck it, book it.
7:55 p.m. BF and I are at a really nice little italian place for dinner. We hold hands a lot and the waiter tells us about the specials. There's a crowd of ladies at a table in the back who laugh really loud. My BF gets up, he knows them. He goes over to talk to them and I sip on my tea.

DAY FIVE
4:46 p.m.: I decide to cut the work day short. I want to catch a show that starts at 7.
7:53 p.m.: I've made it just in time to catch the opening act. They're actually kind really good.
Midnight: Drinking drink drinking. Talking to strangers about the show. So far, so fun.

DAY SIX
1:07 p.m.: I'm going to stay in bed for 10 more minutes, then go over to the neighbors for a little tennis.
4:12 p.m.: BF drops by. I'm hoping he's upset about me going to the show alone, but instead he's pretty chipper and brings me food. God bless him, I am starved.
5:14 p.m.: I ask the BF if he wants to do it. He says we can't because his stomach hurts. He ate too much.

DAY SEVEN
7:03 a.m.: Why am I up? Why am I writing? Why aren't I in bed? All these questions. This will not help me sleep. Time to hit the pillow again.
9:15 a.m.: Okay, I'm up I'm up. My boss has left a message on my phone. Who gave him my mobile number? I'm going to pretend I never got it.
5:15 p.m.: BF tells me his mom and sister are in town. They're doing some shopping and might want to have dinner with us. I try not to express either interest or disinterest. I wouldn't mind eating with them actually, but I do mind having to dress up for the occasion. These are some fashion knowing ladies. Even if they are polite and lovely, I'll feel less than crap if I'm not up to their style par.
7:24 p.m.: BF's mom calls to tell us she wont be able to make dinner. I'm relieved and disappointed. That's nothing new though right?

Total: 0 acts anything interesting; one plea for sex, numerous bouts of work boredom; 1 cold but not surprising run in with former friend; 2 forms of rejection and 1 excellent show.

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Yeah, times sure have changed huh? :)