And Another One

Millbrook – Rufus Wainwright

Another solid outing with Arlene today. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I’ve acquired yet another platonic female acquaintance. I swear, I’m a magnet for these damn things. Whatever. I was half dead from an all-nighter I had just pulled having to write an essay about Ethan Frome. Really good book, but I’ll probably talk about that some other time. Suffice to say, after my first class I immediately stumbled over to Wetmore Hall and collapsed on the nearest couch.

12:00. Ring ring!

No one ever calls me. Except for Max. So, yeah, nobody. Then I remembered that I had messaged Natasha the other night asking her if she wanted to go out to lunch. She didn’t reply at the time, so I figured she was getting back at me. I check the cell phone screen. Arlene.

Cool.

So I pick up and after fighting through a garbled reception (my fault, her fault, I’m not sure) I meet up with her and we’re off to lunch. I stop off by my cousin’s boyfriend’s place to drop off a birthday present, which makes me look like a super caring guy even though my mom set up the whole thing. I also convinced her to go to Harvey’s, which isn’t exactly a girl’s favourite place to eat. Luckily, she is extremely lazy and it was nearby so I won.

We talked about things. Sorry, I just realized this is a really boring story. I’m just amazed that Arlene and I have settled into this nice groove. We totally get each other and she thinks I’m hilarious, which is always a plus. I’m glad I decided to start hanging out with her. She’s alright.

Tomorrow I’m going to Guelph to hang out with Annia and Shirley for a couple of days. Should be a blast. Hopefully I’ll have time to write about it in between essays and tests and job and blah blah blah. Guelph!

Are you experiencing any discomfort?
Just a little burning during urination.
Okay, any other pain?
The haunting memories of lost love. May I? Lights? Our eyes met across the crowded hat store. I, a customer, and she a coquettish haberdasher. Oh, I pursued and she withdrew, then she pursued and I withdrew, and so we danced. I burned fo her, much like the burning during urination that I would experience soon afterwards.
Gonorrhea?
Gonorrhea!