It is 3.30 in the afternoon, and I am in my pajamas.
...trying to figure out what the fuck day it is...
As near as I can remember, I got drunk on Saturday night, fell asleep early Sunday morning, felt really tired for ALL of Sunday, took a four hour nap on Sunday evening, and then stayed up all night Sunday.
Upon waking, it was brought to my attention that Dracor, the nice boy down the hall, had bought a small coffeemaker. It seemed only appropriate that we celebrate. So, to celebrate, the two of us got loaded on caffeine; had a long discussion about the difference between romantic emotional attachment and sexual enjoyment; made plans to have sex in as many weird places as possible; and then stayed up until sunrise waiting for the optimal moment to fuck atop the library building.
How I love coffee. Even shitty coffee like Folgers. Coffee makes me lightheaded. Coffee makes me giddy. Coffee makes me horny. Coffee makes me aggressive. Coffee makes me giggle. A large pot of Ethiopian blend was the birthing fluid of the universe, I'm quite sure. Coffee is the beginning, the source. Coffee always seems present for all of the most important things: love affairs, arguments, shifts in the dominant power dynamic, boat rides... hell, you name it, and coffee's been there. Coffee is worth celebrating by whatever means necessary.
Let the celebration begin!
Right. So first, we ended up talking to a cop, which made me WAY more than a little bit nervous. Turned out to be a pretty cool cop; he was talking about learning to ride a motorcycle for awhile, and I even got him talking about David Lynch briefly -- just to see if I could. I'm telling you: it was a scene I NEVER expected to be in. Seriously, if you'd asked me three days ago: "Yo, Helena, which do you consider more likely: you talking to a uniformed cop like an old buddy, or you having sex on top of the library building at sunrise?" I would have said the latter without hesitation.
...Fortunately, the cop had gone back to his rounds by sunrise...
After the cop, stuff starts to get a little fuzzy in my brain. I recall -- in vague detail -- climbing to the top of the library building, figuring out some logistics, and noting the beauty of the Western sunrise. With somewhat greater detail, I recall instructing Dracor in my personal version of the Surya Namaskar, or Sun Salutation. Then vague again: the two of us wandered off to the soccer field, whilst discussing our respective former and potential future lovers (a weird conversation to be having with somebody you've just gotten laid with? Not if you do it right!). And then, hey, what the hell; neither of us had ever done it on a soccer field before... So...
Then stuff gets really pretty hazy... There were... raspberries? No, strawberries... Yeah! Yeah, we waited for the cafeteria to open and got breakfast! Dracor had coffee. I had tea. After that, I must have gotten back to my dorm somehow, changed into a little nightie, and passed out.
I don't like to pull all-nighters.
Really, experimental sex and strawberries don't HAVE to take place in the wee hours of the morning, now do they?
Why do things keep getting weirder and weirder?
Ah well. Not complaining. I'm just a little tired.
Going to go make something of what's left of my day, starting with a SHOWER and some real food...
~Helena*