violencejack

I went and saw Arthur. Er, king arthur, or whatever the fucking name of that film is. I kinda like that girl, whateverhernameis. Naturally, I had several beer both before and after the film. I have found that going out to bars and such in old town is an excellent waste of time, particularly now, as I seem to be doomed to spend several hours of every single day doing either medical terminology or pathophysiology. I swear, it's like being employed again. I'm going to go quite mad. Why did I think that going to summer classes was a good idea?
So, I'm all teeth and claws, wandering the darkened streets between the clubs and the theator all snarly-like. The coppery taste of blood lingers in my mind. Who to bite?
Oh, oh! I found out today that this redheaded scorpio who tends bar at my favorite bar works part time at a local den of nudity as a DANCER! I must go forth and witness this naked dancing for the good of my scorpio need for nudity.
I remember many moons ago when I first joined the military and had more money than I knew what to do with, I knew the dancers at the local club by name, every last one. Then I got sick of wanting things I couldn't have and stopped going. I think there was a lesson in there somewhere. Maybe.
Played pool for a while with some random Amber-girl, then walked her home, all chivalrous-like. Had a word or two with Amanda, who wishes to date Aaron, not me. Still have not found a girl who wants me. Well, not in on this side of the world, anyways. I have a great deal of hope for the one on the other side of the world. It's so wickedly frustrating to want someone so much and not be able to wrap your fingers around her. I'm a fool for love. I wish she would just open the floodgates and let me in. If the both of us put our hearts into the idea, nothing on earth could stop us.