It’s Late, I’m Up, so I’m writing
So, ok. I’m up, even though it’s kinda late, and I’m kinda tired, and I’m driving to DC tomorrow. But it’s all good. I got things to write. So many things! But I can’t fit them all in this post.
First, I need to hurry the fuck up with camp posts because I have some awesome stories to tell next- in part due to camp (so not to bash it or anything). Well, there’s a 3some from before camp, a sleepover date with someone from camp, I could probably do a little write up of being at the West Village Leather Festival last weekend and put up some links to articles and such, and then I could write about this Tuesday with Boymeat explaining why my thighs are so bruised I’ve only just now been able to place my laptop on them.
Second, I’ve been wanting to write about my new crushes. God, it’s kinda fun having a crush! Even more fun when there are a few people. First, there’s this boy in my photo class. He’s way cute, tan skin, dark hair that always looks like he just woke up. He’s so intrusive, personality wise; as in you always know when he’s around. But he seems like a cool guy underneath it. Though I heard him talking to his girl friend about a new girl he started seeing that he really likes. Bummer. Oh well, at least I get to still look at him.
I can’t date normal college boys anyways under my circumstances.
Then my other two crushes are people who read this blog, so I fear about going into too much detail because even if they already know I like them (which, one probably does and the other may be less clued in), it still would make me blush to know they’re reading me gushing about my crushes on them.
But…with that said, I will say one’s a girl and one’s a boy. The girl I think is just sooooo pretty. Whenever I see her I really just can’t stop staring at her. She just has these beautiful eyes and a great smile and such pretty hair. The last time I saw her I just wished I could kiss her so much! Then there’s the whole top thing she’s got going on, and it’s probably safe to say I would trust her with anything. (Not just cause she’s so pretty. She’s also that awesome at those kinds of things.)
Then the boy. Someone I think is really cute (I’m a sucker for a great smile). And super nice. Well… yeah. Kinda. In a different way. The things I would let that boy do to me…are too naughty, even for here! I told Jefferson recently that I had a crush on this guy, and Jefferson was surprised. He said he was only surprised because he didn’t know. I replied stating that I hadn’t told him yet. Though, I kinda thought it was obvious because I’m always so flustered around him and can barely look at him when talking without turning all shades of red. No, it’s not that cute.
If anything ever happens with these people, I may in time reveal who they are (assuming I don’t forget about this post).
Ok, third, I wanted to write a post inspired by Eileen’s latest post on rape fantasies, but that’s too long and complicated to get into right now.
And bedtime.
Random musings | 
Avah | October 13, 2007
By Eileen, October 13, 2007 @ 1:25 am
It always used to piss me off that I pretty much could not date in any normal way. Couldn’t pic up guys in bars, couldn’t try to get with the boys in my classes, because the compatability issues were just . . . massive. Too massive.
But at least we can still look, and oh, how I love to look.
By Cody, October 13, 2007 @ 2:13 am
Aw, Avah. I always knew I was pretty, but not that pretty! However, I don’t know if I’d necessarily classify myself as a top…
As with the people from college, I feel the same way. Odd, because my sex life isn’t so odd. However, I think the things I’m doing are enough to sufficiently freak anyone out.
By Wendy, October 13, 2007 @ 2:49 am
Oooooooh!!! I KNOW WHO THE GIRL IS!! I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW!!!
Hehe. I have crushes right now too, but you know about them.
I *think* I know the boy, but I’m probably wrong. You better tell me tomorrow!
By A, October 13, 2007 @ 5:23 pm
I think you need to have more faith in the average college boy. A girl thats down for an occasional orgy and a paddling? Shoot, thats like every frat boy’s dream (how else do you explain the paddles and toga parties). The real difference is that you have the sex life the average college student wishes they had.