Dizzy and Forgetful

I’m still feeling dizzy from the events of last night. But I have a lot to say and, surprisingly, I do remember everything .

It was another episode from the Gays of our Lives. Some key highlights (before I forget; I’ll edit this to a better, more entertaining form later)

*Reveling in being called a slut by Chris (sketchy guy who graduated three years ago) and Lee (who is still bitter about my impishness from last semester)
*Flirting with the ex; acting like I’m all concerned about his business for the sole purpose of causing drama
*Dancing with a straight girl, who lived in Indonesia for five years and is also best-friends with the daughter of Pakistan's current finance minister (my only partner of the night)
*Probing the nature of Allen-K’s and JT’s blossoming relationship
*Falling off the metal fence and being inflicted with a bloody wound in an attempt to get into the computer lab.

It’s all very entertaining, I swear.

And why is it so easy to make out with girls at gay parties? I mean, seriously. The straight females see you conversing with other gays, as opposed to making out, and find you as jailbait to hump at the dance floor with.

P.S: David (Adam’s ex) called me saying he was in DC and wanted to hang out and stuff. I think he just wants to sleep with me.

P.P.S: Why am I forgetting stuff today; common words like innocence and who left a message on my cell phone. And why the hell did I spend the last fifteen minutes wearing headphones but forgetting to turn the music on.