Turn Off The Lights
I went to Munich for a 10 hour party, and all I got was:
That last one though, that really hit home. And maybe, probably, I have no right to be pissed off, but come on. It's just not right for them to make out. I slept with this guy. He is my best mate. She is as close to me as the herpes on my inner labia (well, she does sometimes pretend to be. It's less gross and more sexual than it probably sounds). I am invoking the unwritten rules here.
Funny enough, I am not angry at him at all. Misogynic behaviour? I don't think so. Having a secret crush on her? Maybe.
No way. At least not for the next couple of days.
It was like in a movie: I was talking to my brother at the bar about where all the people went, we cracked some jokes, danced a little and finally got some beer. We searched our friends seperately, and I ended up at the terrace. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw them locked in a tight embrace and.. and.. drooling all over each other. I really couldn't take it. I spilled the holy water of yeast and ran outside the club.
Yes. Me. Cool Fucking Sara, I just flee from the spot and never mention it again. I still can't get that picture of spit swapping out of my head. It's gross.
They never talked to me about it, either. There was no "Hey Sara, look how funny, we made out last night, ha ha!". There was no "Oh my God I was so drunk...". Nothing. Just no word about it.
I don't know what that means. I'm slightly disappointed, but certainly pissed. The Diva, as her name might reveal, is a conceited, arrogant bitch. She's also smart, kinda cute, and seems sincerely interested in me, which in return makes me a) treat her shittier than I usually would and b) makes me feel bad.
Last night I realised she would cross just about any line to feel admired and loved, no matter who she has to make out with- she will do it to be assured of her achievement. I feel repelled by this behaviour. I know I might be misjudging her here, and maybe we have a different take on things- but I would never, EVER betray a girlfriend like that. The Company and me were never exclusive, so who cares about him making out. I can see her in my inner eye shouting "OMG NOW THERE ARE THREE DIFFERENT GUYS IN OUR GROUP OF MUTUAL FRIENDS WHO LIKE ME!!!111! W00t!1!" I mean, she would totally say that if she were a MySpace emo whore- let's just pretend.
Tomorrow I'll be another 4 hours en train to Munich- The Cucumber invited me over til Wednesday (I know it sounds retarded. "Sara, you've already been in Munich today. Why did you leave in the first place if you're going to return tomorrow, anyway?" That's because my parents didn't know we took their car and went away 450 kilometres with 5 other kids. And also because I already bought the expensive train ticket. Who knew we were going to go to fucking Munich for a party?). Tomorrow's her last examn and her campus is throwing this big summer half term party where I get free drinks. Free drinks? Did anyone say free drinks?
I haven't slept properly in approximately 55 hours, after dancing, cleaning the whole house up, getting really wasted (not last night, though)-- did I mention I'm totally beyond broke? I've made it a profession living off other people's wage, except I used to balance it karma-wise. Now, there's NOTHING to give back save my company, and dude, you'd rather have a hooker on your lap instead having me burning up your stash.
Seriously. My fucking pride is on vacation.
Also, here is a video of the Sloth and Italiano getting into a stupid fight about.. well, I don't know. But they're funny idiots, Beavis & Butthead style. Only German speakers will understand, but you can hear me laughing like a tool in the background.
- the longest journey of my life due to 6 other freaks in the van singing *NSync songs and philosophing about how to get drunk the cheapest way and getting lost because despite GPS, we are too fucking stupid to even navigate to the closest McDonald's, let alone the city and the club we're looking for.
- a humiliating scenario with a bouncer who wouldn't let me in ("Look, I know I'm 17, but I look 18, SO WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!")
- rain. RAIN. My haircut is NOT in tolerance of rain. Rain = Evil.
- minus 10 bucks on my account and owing my brother half of my soul because not only did he stop for me to go to the rest room, but he also paid for my tampons.
- a bust by the cops. The 7 of us plus 2 other native Munichans (I always wanted to use that word) were in the van looking for the next best place to hit (that would not check my fake ID so intensly) when Italiano, squeezed tight to the door, accidentially lifted his head. There were sirens everywhere, they stopped us, asked us what the fuck we were doing with 9 people in a van, gave us some bullshit about responsability and showed us the way to the coolest Hip Hop club in town.
- my brother fucking his ex-girlfriend in the van (while the rest of us were in the club)
- me looking like Medusa the snake head.
- seeing The Company hooking up with The Diva.
That last one though, that really hit home. And maybe, probably, I have no right to be pissed off, but come on. It's just not right for them to make out. I slept with this guy. He is my best mate. She is as close to me as the herpes on my inner labia (well, she does sometimes pretend to be. It's less gross and more sexual than it probably sounds). I am invoking the unwritten rules here.
Funny enough, I am not angry at him at all. Misogynic behaviour? I don't think so. Having a secret crush on her? Maybe.
No way. At least not for the next couple of days.
It was like in a movie: I was talking to my brother at the bar about where all the people went, we cracked some jokes, danced a little and finally got some beer. We searched our friends seperately, and I ended up at the terrace. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw them locked in a tight embrace and.. and.. drooling all over each other. I really couldn't take it. I spilled the holy water of yeast and ran outside the club.
Yes. Me. Cool Fucking Sara, I just flee from the spot and never mention it again. I still can't get that picture of spit swapping out of my head. It's gross.
They never talked to me about it, either. There was no "Hey Sara, look how funny, we made out last night, ha ha!". There was no "Oh my God I was so drunk...". Nothing. Just no word about it.
I don't know what that means. I'm slightly disappointed, but certainly pissed. The Diva, as her name might reveal, is a conceited, arrogant bitch. She's also smart, kinda cute, and seems sincerely interested in me, which in return makes me a) treat her shittier than I usually would and b) makes me feel bad.
Last night I realised she would cross just about any line to feel admired and loved, no matter who she has to make out with- she will do it to be assured of her achievement. I feel repelled by this behaviour. I know I might be misjudging her here, and maybe we have a different take on things- but I would never, EVER betray a girlfriend like that. The Company and me were never exclusive, so who cares about him making out. I can see her in my inner eye shouting "OMG NOW THERE ARE THREE DIFFERENT GUYS IN OUR GROUP OF MUTUAL FRIENDS WHO LIKE ME!!!111! W00t!1!" I mean, she would totally say that if she were a MySpace emo whore- let's just pretend.
Tomorrow I'll be another 4 hours en train to Munich- The Cucumber invited me over til Wednesday (I know it sounds retarded. "Sara, you've already been in Munich today. Why did you leave in the first place if you're going to return tomorrow, anyway?" That's because my parents didn't know we took their car and went away 450 kilometres with 5 other kids. And also because I already bought the expensive train ticket. Who knew we were going to go to fucking Munich for a party?). Tomorrow's her last examn and her campus is throwing this big summer half term party where I get free drinks. Free drinks? Did anyone say free drinks?
I haven't slept properly in approximately 55 hours, after dancing, cleaning the whole house up, getting really wasted (not last night, though)-- did I mention I'm totally beyond broke? I've made it a profession living off other people's wage, except I used to balance it karma-wise. Now, there's NOTHING to give back save my company, and dude, you'd rather have a hooker on your lap instead having me burning up your stash.
Seriously. My fucking pride is on vacation.
Also, here is a video of the Sloth and Italiano getting into a stupid fight about.. well, I don't know. But they're funny idiots, Beavis & Butthead style. Only German speakers will understand, but you can hear me laughing like a tool in the background.
skysurfer - Aug 6, 20:40
Enjoy Munich!