Drunk On Love

I really hate the fact that it's getting hot. This means sweaty armpits, buzzy flies and BIG FAT PIECE OF LAUNDRY. And MORE PERFUME. and more showers. and more cleanage. GOD!!! I just hate it when things get warm here. I feel so hot at the moment that I swear if 'heat' was an object or a person, he/she'd be dead by now and by dead, I mean forever gone 'dead'.

I had a good time with Jack and Robyn in front of the science theatre today doing the directors talk getting ready for our speeches. Then, I had a good time pigging out with Ness. So, whenever I see Ness I either slack or eat a lot. But, let's look at it from the 'positive' view. The fact that I'd be doing bad things with Ness (bad things as in EATING) makes me realize I'll have to go on diet the next day and by that, I can be well prepared for a hearty self-death-defying-diet treat the next day which involves sardines and fiber drinks. Sounds gross? Well, that's what I bought gums for.

In another news, I got drunk again last night and I don't really like alcohol anymore. Cos I got sick this morning and I felt like shit. And not those pretty brown shit. Just this lump of dark colored fucked up in the texture shit. So, I don't think I really like alcohol anymore. I drank cos I was being a drama queen and doing the whole self pity. But the funny thing was I drank with Dion, who happened to be one of those 'I don't give a shit about ur drama, whore.. just drink and enjoy life' type of friends. Plus, I wouldn't have done it if it wasn't with him. So, we had fun dancing retro at midnight shift and laughing at drag queens at Stonewalls. Far better, we got up on stage and shook our fats. I saw some of the cutest guys in there but somehow I have this inner sixth sense where I could tell the rate of knowledge pulse inside of their brains; how their rods and cones are malfunctioning in loops. So, the outer beauty don't really fool me much anymore. But it was a good feeling sitting next to two Bel Ami look alike jocks and asking them to do a manage a trois with this hot geek who was with them and their straight friend, Ian, in return, talked to me and was all gay with me; rubbing my head and all that shit. Things got a little bit interesting when he insisted on editing the message I was sending to Amelia. It goes like "I am as straight as a gun barrel and you should come here and hang out with me". Dream on that, straight boy!!! Amelia is taken and I doubt she'd wanna date some straight drunk in a gay pub who's rubbing some Burmese gay guy's head. I'm glad I sent drunk love messages to those I cared about. Ness, Amelia, Robyn and Jack and Nick D. Those people were on my mind last night for some reason. I do regret messaging David though. Now, we're having this 'are you ok' relationship on msn. Kinda pathetic but I'm riding by just for the fun of watching to what distance some dudes would go to show how much they care.

Rarr rarr rarr I'm tired and I need sleep.
deep ones too

Music: The Veronicas - Take Me On The Floor

Mood: hot as hell