9.14.2003
 
This is what I think about whenever I'm stuck working on an essay in my room to escape all the distractions of the downstairs...

My queen-sized bed is bare, save the bed side and a congregation of papers, notes, and folders fanned out in a nice semi-circle of organized, easy access. Well, it was organized until he's pushed me down into the bed. And his lips are on my neck. And we're flailing our arms around looking like Shiva making a snow angel, trying to get all the papers and notes and folders off the bed so we don't have to worry about papercuts in unusual places.

So I'm pinned underneath 150 lbs. of hotness, licking sugar off of his lips from the dried mangos that we had, and MY GOD am I distracted. At this point all thoughts about Ralph and Jack from Lord of the Flies are flying out of my head (except for the one that tells me that they'd SO fuck if Jack wasn't trying to kill Ralph) as his hips are crushing against mine and are moving in slow. strong. circles.

Then my hands are making figure-eights in his hair while I can feel a hand or two or... god, how many hands does this boy have?!... traveling up my shirt and playing with my now flushed skin. Somewhere, inbetween those grasping moans I realize that this time they're traveling downwards...

THAT's when I wake up, drooling dangerously close to my copy of the book. Damn Anias Nin and her Delta of Venus, I'm getting even more ideas than I usually do.

How I'm going to survive this class, I'll never know.

In other news, I get to sing at church today! I pity Sarah having to suffer the tone-deaf pinoys singing at St. Joe's. One of those myths about filipinos: we can all sing. Not true: we THINK that we can sing. There're still very few that can actually sing, but unfortunately that doesn't discourage the vocally inept ones from dishing out such flatulence.

Look Hampton, I'm alluding to Ender's Game! -_-;;

Sarah, we need to talk/hang out more often! And I so would've snuck out of the house with the car to watch your performance yesterday had I known that the 'rents would be out for 14 hours.

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