This week was awful. Oh, so awful.
Half of it I spent in my bed, moaning in pain and delirious with fever, running around the house and screaming like a madwoman, even. Yes, I do that when I have a fever. It’s sooo embarrassing. And when I wake up I don’t remember a thing, but my stupid brother does and makes fun of me. Stupid gay-in-denial. Stupid incestuous-cousin-fucker-gay-in-denial. Alas, it was not the H1N1 virus, so I’m not complaining, ah. And I’m better today. Even got dressed and put on some make up just for the hell of it. Yay.
Now, on to the more interesting stuff. Or at least mildly interesting stuff, yes. So last week I kissed some girls at the pride parade after-party thingy, right? And guess who was in the lot? Miss We-Just-Kissed-Once-But-Now-I-Really-Like-You-And-Want-To-Marry-You. Yes, she’s like that with EVERYONE. It’s like a local joke. And now it’s my turn, Crush told me this Wednesday. It could’ve happened sooner but I never gave her the time of day while sober because she’s, well... scary. So yeah, now I’ll have to be a kind girl and tell her NO in a very, very nice and very, very, VERY, clear way. Because she’s also a bit... slow. Poor thing. There, there. At least I didn’t go further than a couple of kisses. Can’t say the same about Crush, though. Now that was a real problem. I hadn’t realized I had a crush on her when they were “dating” – as in Miss Drama-Addict thinking that they were REALLY dating but really, they weren’t, Crush was just needy and she was there – so I could enjoy the comic side of the situation. It was quite hilarious, indeed. But then, at the time I was always asking Crush “When are you going to just be honest with her? She’s so not your type.” so I guess I’ve just been trying to deny the fact that I might like someone. Really like someone. Gosh, that seemed impossible to me just a couple of months ago. I’m still not sure if it’s real or just my needy self teaming up with my stupid imagination. Or it’s Brigitte. Ooooh, Brigitte is dangerous.
Speaking of Brigitte, I’ve got two ongoing projects right now. I’m going to start knitting (don’t laugh, please, I want new scarves for this winter) and I’m going abroad to do some volunteer work, as I’ve said before. I’ve found this really awesome Sending Organization in my country and now I just need to fill some papers and they’ll find me some Hosting Organizations. I’d like to go to London. Or Amsterdam. Or Brussels, Berlin, Paris... I like cold cities, yes. Big cities, too. I’m sick of my tiny village and the type of volunteer work that I want to do is more needed in big cities, anyway, so I guess I’m safe. Oh, I can’t wait! I’ll be interrupting this upcoming year of College for 6 months and I’ll probably have to do it all over again, but I honestly couldn’t care less. It’s my dream and I’m not quitting. Yes, Brigitte is not a quitter.
And as you might see, this week was mostly uneventful. I did some thinking, sent some text messages when my brain wasn’t too overheated to properly function and latter proceeded to eat a huge box full of chocolate cookies when I finally got better and my throat stopped hurting. The only thing that I’ll miss from this horrible week? My mom’s pampering. And baby food.