Thursday, Jan. 24, 2002 -- 1:14 a.m.

Yesterday I crawled to my 8am-10am class and then I went home until my 1-4pm class. I went to one our of my three hour class and then I went to the Spoke to meet Chris. The Spoke is the campus bar.

Inside, Chris, Vito and this guy Brent were drinking and looking at girls. They had been there for at least one hour before I had gotten there and we stayed until 5pm. Vito had about four drinks while I was there (they started drinking before I got there), Chris had about three and Brent had three. Nick came after I had been there for an hour and he had a beer as well. I would have gone home had I known we were going to stay there so long but I was waiting for Chris who was driving me home.

So we sat around and they commented on the girls in the bar. It was actually VERY VERY sad. These guys go to the Spoke a lot (even Chris who doesn’t go to UWO!). They often see the same girls they give some of them titles. Ie. “girl twin number one, girl twin number two, the blond elf chick”, etc. They kept on looking at this one girl who was studying, jokingly daring one another to go approach her.

I just sat there laughing at them to myself and wanting to go home but not wanting to walk the eight minutes to the bus stop.

Finally at 5, we starting walking to Chris’ car. I didn’t realize how far it was. Chris, Nick, Vito and I walked fifteen minutes in the freezing snowy cold to get to his car. We had to walk several flights of stairs as well. Argh.

When we got to the car, Vito refused to get in. Apparently, as he was getting into the back seat with me, he had heard the guys say something bad about him… I think it was “man he is sooo drunk!”. Vito yelled “I heard that”, and stormed away, without his books or his laptop. I thought he was kidding at first but when I realized he was serious I yelled after him to get back into the car. So he started to get back in but he heard us laughing at him and slammed the car door and walked away. We told him to get back into the car but he refused so we told him to at least take his books and laptop, so he grabbed those and drunkingly wobbled away.

Nick and Chris said that Vito gets irrationally angry when he’s drunk. Yeah, obviously.

Last year, I think in Sept or something, Vito got a DUI (drinking under the influence) after leaving the Spoke one night. He got his license suspended for a year and was charged a $700 fine. What a fucking idiot.

George called me when I finally got home, to ask if I wanted to see a movie that night with him and Lilly. I said sure and we agreed to see “Beautiful Mind” at 9:50 at Westmount.

I called Chris and he said that he would come too.

I was kind of peeved because Craig hadn’t called me by 9pm because I wanted him to come to the movie but I figured he was doing something.

I got to the theatre at the agreed time, 9:20 and no one was there. George called me at 9:30 to say that Lilly didn’t want to go. I didn’t know what that meant. Was that supposed to mean that Lilly didn’t want to go but they would go anyway? Or that Lilly didn’t want to go but just George would go?

I figured it meant that Lilly didn’t want to go so Neither of them were coming. I was definitely pissed. I had already bought my ticket and was waiting by myself. They should have called a head of time to tell me they couldn’t go. I told him I was pissed but what could I do. He said that he would take me out to a movie sometime as a make up. I said ok.

I really didn’t care that much that they didn’t come because I knew Chris was coming but I was still pissed that THEY were the ones to invite me to the movie and then they didn’t have the decency to at least call ahead to say that they couldn’t come.

Good thing for Chris.

When we got into the theatre, Craig called. It turned out that he had gone to his brothers for dinner. I wish he had called before. We talked for a little while and said we would talk to each other the next day.

“A Beatiful Mind” was soooo amazing!

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I kind of new that the “Big Brother” guy, Parcher, was a figment of Nash’s imagination because I had read that Nash was schizophrenic, but I didn’t know about the Charles being fake! And Jennifer Connelly’s character (Alicia Nash) was fantastic. I think that she is so beautiful. Even playing a junkie in “Requiem for a Dream”. Russell Crowe was amazing as well. I have a whole new appreciation for him and Ron Howard, the director.

I kept on thinking that the movie was going to end, like the scene where Nash is strapped into the electric shock table I predicted that he would get a labotamy and that would be the end of the story. Or I thought it would end when he was taking pills for his schizophrenia and he was no longer as geniusy as he used to be. Or I thought it would end when he got to go back to Princeton playing that board game with his friend. I started crying when everyone was giving him pens. I LOVED the way it actually ended, Nash thanking his wife when he won the Nobel Prize.

After movie, went home to sleep.

Today, I went to my one class from 4-5 after a productive day of eating and puking.

After class I went to the bookstore to buy a text book I had put off buying because it’s $114 but I did buy it and I do regret it.

I read the book as I waited for Craig. We had agreed to meet up after his swim at school. We met up at around 6:15 and he drove us to Loblaws where we each bought groceries. Him for living and me for puking.

He dropped me off at my house so I could put away my groceries and grab my car, and then I met up with him at his place. We watched some tv and ate a dinner of bagel with melted cheese, peasoup, and salad. After dinner we had sex. It was long sex. I mean we both lasted a really long time before we came. I think we were both getting tired.

My hand was actually getting cramped up because I was rubbing my clit so hard and for so long. It was painful, the hand thing. I didn’t think I was going to come but just when he was going to come I came and it was explosive! We were laughing after because it took so long and we were tired but it was soo worth it.

Craig is so beautiful. I love his body. I love running my hands all over him. Over his chest, his legs, his face. I love stroking his face because it’s so soft. I love running my fingers through his thick dark hair. I love his hard muscular body. I love him.

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