humbert humbert.

It doesn’t seem like Ryan’s having fun in Mexico. He’s either working on the Art History paper due Thursday or reading for class. I thought I’d be reveling in his misery and chanting I told you so but I actually feel bad that he went all that way and paid money on a last minute plane ticket to not really enjoy himself.

He invited me to his house for spring break. My gay best friend (yes, I’m a hag), Khaled, thinks it’s an awful idea for reasons that will surface later in this blog. I can’t say I wasn’t enticed. Yes, we have some tension, but mostly I like fucking around with him for hours. He makes doing “nothing” enjoyable.

After a three hour nap (5:00 to 8:00) this evening I was feeling really unaccomplished so I went to the library or The Dungeon Where Undergrads Go to Die Slowly. I quickly typed up a response paper for Political Science and read/editted two stories from my writing workshop. I’d say it was a pretty successful two hours.

When I was packing up to leave Michael stopped by to ruin my good mood. He tried to get himself out of the doghouse by offering me a cookie.

A cookie? Really? Am I a twelve-year-old girl, Michael? Are you a pedophile?

I quickly shrank away from him and hurriedly went back to the dorms. In the future, please don’t try to lure me with baked goods. My response won’t be wet panties.