End of Summer Celebrations

So, thank God... I finished my comps and I think I did fine. I'm sitting in class @ (the school where I teach)... It's the first day of teaching and I already let everyone go. I think I talk way too fast. Anyway, I think I should stay here another few minutes in case there are some stragglers. Then I have to dash to Duane Reade to get my "emergency contraception." I hope it doesn't make me puke.

Anyway, this past week was totally dramatic. Tuesday after my exam, I bumped into Druggie at Duane Reade (Actually, he saw me going in there and came back to "buy cigarettes.") Anyway, he asked if I wanted to go smoke with him up on the roof. His brother was up there smoking weed. It was kind of weird, but kind of nice. I don't know what he thought went down between us a few weeks ago, but he kept on calling me "hon" or "honey." It was so not justified.

Anyway, we went down to my place and put on the Beloved DVD he had left under my door. I totally didn't know that was from him. So, I asked him "why didn't you leave me a note?"

"What? A love note?" he said.

SO WEIRD!!!

Anyway, I told him that I had no coke and so he asked if he could have a drink. I told him only if he didn't get drunk. I mean, the last time we hung out he was okay, but maybe he wasn't and I was just too messed up to notice.

Anyway, VJ kept calling me and eventually just showed up an my building. At first I was totally annoyed, but later relieved that I didn't have to be alone with Druggie. He cracked open a Unisom and drank the gel on the inside and ended up puking. I don't know how anyone can be so into sedatives. Anyway, I had to clean up the puke. It was a rather strange night.

On Wednesday, after tutoring, I went to MusicMngr's house with IronChef. It was really fun. After, I went to Cheers and some totally drunk Scottish guy (merchant marine) was spouting all of this pro-Bush shit and asking me what my breasts feel like, etc. IrishBird cut him off and I wouldn't go with him, so eventually he just left. I was also to talking to T-- such a sweet guy (his dad is friends with PumpedUp's dad) and then to that D.J. who has a crush on IrishBird and then to the Bulgarian guy. He ended up taking me home and I did coke and we made out all night until he started acting sexist and racist and I got grossed out and I wanted him to leave.

On Thursday... God, I don't even remember that day at all. Oh yeah-- I got my hair done and then NiS and his girlfriend came over and we watched King Creole. I think I just crashed that night because I hadn't even slept one hour the night before.

Friday night was Jake's party. This, I am so embarrassed about. Afterwards we all were headed home, but his friend Alex came up with me to Cheers. Then we went up to my roof and I did coke and kept telling him to kiss me (which he did). But Narc called me (because I had called him) and so I ditched Alex at 4:00 am and went downtown.

When I got to the bar, Narc was ignoring me, so this guy at the end of the bar was talking to me and telling me to go home with him. Then Narc started paying more attention. I confronted him in the street about why he never asks me out on dates and he said "because he's been really hurt before and he really likes me." (I'm not sure whether or not to believe him...)

Regardless, we were kissing in the street and when we got home and had sex, I let him go down on me, which I wish I hadn't done because I still don't feel comfortable with it and I hope he doesn't assume he can do it every time now...

I don't even know when we got to bed, but I missed my train to Long Island the next day. I stayed at his place until 6:00 PM (and had sex a few more times) and then we both had to go-- me to my study group party and him to some art gallery thing with his friend M. Right before we left, he masturbated and came all over me "one last time," as he put it.

Anyway, the study group thing was at Sara's house. I had such a good time. It is soooo nice to be friends with other smart history-obsessed people. We must have drunk about six bottles of wine. Then Hammer, Bezoukhoff, EF and I went back to my place for some pizza and more booze.

I think I embarrassed myself and disclosed way too much about my sex life (and mistakenly left out my mirror and razor-- oh God!). But, whatever... With enough time and if I am smart in class, it will erase it all.

Then I went back to meet Narc (at around 3:30 am) and we met at a bar downtown and I bought him drinks and it was weird-- much less of a connection than the night before. I think he's really insecure. He was telling me that women like men "on stage" and that's why girls get crushes on their teachers. He said that my professors aren't the "brilliant ones," but that he's the "brilliant one" and that he is going to be the next Nietzsche or Jung. ..

We went home and had sex in the shower. We had anal sex for the millionth time that weekend and it started to hurt. I passed out either from the sex or the drinking, but I don't remember going to bed.

The next day I left early-- well, around 1:00 pm, but right when I woke up. I went up and met B where he teaches. I finished my syllabus and we went to eat at Krystal's in Jackson Heights.

Today I'm back in school-- it's the end of this insane summer. I'm rediscovering my productive self and trying to move on.

(So why am I forever wondering when Narc will call me again???)