Feeling more like talking...

Okay, maybe ranting.

Basically, men are jerks. Not all men, I love my male friends, and I love men in general, but right now I am entitled to a little man-bashing. Being jerked around is not my forte, but to be honest with all of you (and myself, the best kind of honest) I have a tendency to put up with emotional 'jerking around'. And put up I have... well not any more. This is bullshit, this is supreme bullshit, and I blatantly refuse.

I need to get my clothes back, but refuse to do that in the rain... he is not worth the effort. Maybe tomorrow. I am hoping that he will not be home, because then I can avoid the awkward business. Then again, unless he has dropped it we are in a class together, but that shouldn't be a problem. Hooray, for once Leacock 132 works in my favour!

But I DO have a date on Saturday, AND its my birthday next week, AND I've reconnected with some lovely friends who I drifted away from in the last few years, so all is well!

On other notes? Its pouring with rain and for the first time I'm thrilled to be a block from campus and surrounded by McGilligans. I expect to find a sodden Numoy halfway between here and the bar tonight. Oh yes, tonight I'm venturing back to Gerts in aid of getting Baseball rookies very very drunk... and Numoy agreed to accompany me if I promised we could leave when she stopped having fun. Allan is convinced he is going to hook me up with rookies, I am convinced I will end up at Jupiter Room. Wet, because of the rain.

Off to read before class!