bionicfemme

Whoo hah. I have a good feeling about the new school year. So many exciting things happened today!

I went to my creative writing class and my professor is an absolute doll. She's hot and very, very cynical, I was laughing for 3/4 of the class period. She was like "Call me Susan, call me professor, but please do not call me doctor, that makes me sound like a brain surgeon or something" (to be read in your most apathetic sounding voice). Mmm. Her, the Spanish professor butch, and my Sean Connery woman version English professor are going to be the death of me. My popular arts class is boring, I wanted to fall asleep. I met a quiet, shy bi chick who overtly hit on me, but is not my type, so we'll have to stay friends on that one. She seems cool.

So then I went to the first meeting for our gay and lesbian club, right? I primped myself to the extreme, intent on snagging the eye of a new hottie and showing up my rival from last year. This rival of mine is quite possibly one of the top ten hottest chicks i've ever seen in my life, I tried pathetically to court her and she led me on for about a month until making out with some other girl in front of me one night when she told me to meet her in the dorm lounge so we could talk and get to know one another...and that night I had given her a flower, too. I was so pathetic. I saw her there and became drunk with the power that EVERY women gets when they see an old foe and know they have outdressed and outfoxed them.

My friend, Francisco, told me that a hot girl named Stacey would be showing up, and that she looked just like my ex only 10,000 times better. She showed up late in the meeting and "It's in your eyes" by Kylie Minogue played in my head. You know any time a love song by Kylie Minogue plays in your head you've got it bad. We had to go around the room and introduce ourselves, saying our majors, etc. I was like "Hi, I am an English major with a minor in Women's Studies, 'cause I LOVE the ladies...um yeah. Or else I wouldn't be here." and everybody cracked up hysterically.

Stacey is so fucking hot. Punky femme with dark features and cute piercings. She told me she's a freshman. My friend Pam said "You're old, you can get her!" and I was like "Dude! I'm old???? What the fuck, you're trying to say she's an impressionable freshman? What the hell, is this a porn?" And she said "Um...yeah." and I was like "Well it damn well should be!!!" and we cracked up.

Stacey and I talked for a little while and I tried to give her a super seductive gaze, I hope it worked. Everybody agreed that she looked like my ex only thin and pretty without "that bitter, depressed look" which cracks me up. N did always look like she wanted to die, which I guess was part of her allure. I was ever the hapless 1950's housewife with her, hoping my sugar-sweet true love would cure her from her jadedness and bitter apathy. Wow, I was really stupid. It's my mission now to stop getting into relationships with women that I think I can somehow save, I need to get a girl without problems that doesn't need any saving. Of course I am on my guard, freshman are terribly immature, but Stacey could be different. I will flirt shamelessly with her and see what happens. She's a cutie. She looks like she isn't bitter about the world yet, she's still wide eyed and young, like I was when I first came to the city. Maybe I could take her out for coffee sometime soon. I want to give her lots of cuddles and smooches, she's a darling.

And I miss Dia!!! Waaaaah.